Both could see the other was at their limit, and a single hit would secure victory.
Zheng Ke watched the black gas on the Seven Star Beads on the ground slowly dissipate, guessing it had a time limit.
Now that he and Lu Ping were both at their physical limits, if he could just hold on until the black gas vanished, controlling the Seven Star Beads would guarantee him the win.
Lu Ping also understood Zheng Ke's thoughts. If he couldn't win before the black gas disappeared, he would undoubtedly lose.
Lu Ping gripped his bronze coin sword and slashed at Zheng Ke again.
Seeing this, Zheng Ke raised his Exorcism Umbrella to block.
With the Goddess of Time on his side, the longer the fight dragged on, the more advantageous it was for him.
Just as Lu Ping reached Zheng Ke, he suddenly formed a strange hand seal with his other hand and chanted: Earth Evasion Technique.
What!
Zheng Ke's expression changed drastically, his body freezing in place. By the time he reacted, Lu Ping had appeared behind him, his bronze coin sword pointed at the back of Zheng Ke's head.
This is the Earth Evasion Technique of the Changsha grave robbers! Zheng Ke was somewhat surprised that Lu Ping knew a tomb raider's spell.
There were many schools of tomb raiders, the most well-known being the Fa Qiu Zhong Lang Jiang, Mo Jin Xiao Wei, Ban Shan Dao Ren, and the Changsha Tu Fu Zi.
The Earth Evasion Technique was the signature spell of the Changsha Tu Fu Zi.
Because most of these spells were used for tomb raiding, many in the martial world disdained them.
I lose! Zheng Ke said with a helpless shake of his head.
Lu Ping said nothing, only gasping for breath, sweat pouring from his cheeks like it was free.
With his current stamina, he was not enough to support the use of the spell. His body could no longer withstand the forced use of the technique.
Seeing that the victor was decided, the referee announced the result: I declare Lu Ping of the Yan Shu Sect the winner of this match.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, a wave of applause erupted from the spectators.
This match was truly worth watching, and they marveled at the existence of such a master among the younger generation.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Yu Daohen beside him, puzzled: Master Yu, did you clearly see Lu Ping's movement technique just now?
Yu Daohen shook his head and smiled: That wasn't a movement technique, but a spell. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Earth Evasion Technique of the Tu Fu Zi.
A tomb raider's spell? Zhang Xiaoqiang was a bit confused. How could Lu Ping, a disciple of the Yan Shu Sect, know a tomb raider's spell?
Yu Daohen shook his head and explained: It would indeed be strange if someone else knew a tomb raider's spell, but Lu Ping is a disciple of Shen Tong Chou.
Hearing Yu Daohen say this, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought it made sense.
Shen Tong Chou possessed a monstrous skill, so it wasn't strange for his disciples to know the Earth Evasion Technique.
Alright, hurry and help your boy. After using the spell forcefully, he probably can't even stand steadily.
As expected, the moment Yu Daohen finished speaking, Lu Ping below could no longer hold on, his eyes closing as he fainted.
Seeing this, Zheng Ke rushed to support the unconscious Lu Ping.
He had lost this match even after using two of his sect's treasured magic artifacts. The status of a Black List disciple indeed carried weight.
He accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.
On the other side of the spectator stands, an elder beside Tang Junsheng stroked his beard and said with interest: As expected of your disciple, young man. Your use of the Tu Fu Zi's Earth Evasion Technique is masterful. However, the black gas that this boy used is quite peculiar. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the long-lost Hui Yuan Shu.
Tang Junsheng smiled faintly: Senior has sharp eyes. This is indeed the long-lost Hui Yuan Shu.
Although Tang Junsheng wore a smile, he cursed inwardly.
This old fox had incredibly keen eyesight to recognize it after only one use.
The elder looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang below, who was helping people, and slowly said: I remember that young fellow named Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to have stolen a Soul Protecting Bronze Ring from my Zhen Bao Sect. With his strength, being able to leave with the treasure must have involved the help of the Yan Shu Sect, right?
Tang Junsheng smiled obsequiously: Senior jokes. Zhang Xiaoqiang was able to leave the Zhen Bao Sect with the treasure not because of our help, but because his friend assisted him.
A friend? The elder was slightly suspicious, then asked: Are you referring to Yu Daohen?
Tang Junsheng grinned: That's right. He indeed received help from Yu Daohen.
Upon hearing it was Yu Daohen, the elder did not press further.
The power behind Yu Daohen was not something the Zhen Bao Sect could provoke.
Seeing that the elder had stopped questioning, Tang Junsheng chuckled inwardly.
This old fellow was indeed a cunning old fox. If he had admitted it, the origin of the Hui Yuan Shu would surely have been thoroughly investigated by this elder.
But speaking of which, that fellow Yu Daohen was now a little devil that no one wanted to provoke. Unbound by any sect, he dared to offend anyone. The most infuriating thing was that he went to Jiangdu, and no one could do anything to him.
Brother Tang, how about I trade one of the Zhen Bao Sect's treasured magic artifacts for this Hui Yuan Shu? the elder said, as if joking.
Tang Junsheng appeared somewhat troubled: Senior, to be honest, this spell was taught to me by the Yan Shu Sect. It might be inappropriate to hand it over to others so easily. However, since the Zhen Bao Sect wishes to learn it, I can reluctantly accept three of your sect's treasured magic artifacts.
Tang Junsheng said this with a look of being at a disadvantage.