My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Chapter 220 - 122: Water Dragon Celestial Waterfall

The rosy light and misty clouds couldn’t completely block the sharp aura of the Flying Sword. Zuoqiu Ye felt a piercing Qi Mechanism lock onto him.

His face flushed, then paled, but he forced himself to remain calm. He hadn’t reacted at all to that last sword strike. It was only when his Profound Mist Gauze Robe activated on its own, and the Flying Sword clashed violently with the rosy light and misty clouds, that he was startled into realizing something was wrong.

An elder from his clan had heard how formidable Yang Jing’s Flying Sword was and had specially procured this Profound Mist Gauze Robe from the clan’s treasury for him.

"Senior Brother Zuoqiu, how about that sword strike?"

Yang Jing beckoned with a finger. The dense, rosy clouds and misty qi churned, and the Metal Element Flying Sword he had just formed flew back to hover at his side.

In the Nine Heavens World, aside from the Combat Faction which pursued raw power, there was another school of thought: the Mechanism Faction. This faction focused more on exploiting counters and using unorthodox methods like Escape Techniques, Illusion Techniques, and Body Stabilization Techniques. In Magical Combat, they would strive to engineer situations that best suited their strongest abilities, allowing them to strike first and defeat their opponent in a single move.

After all, no matter how high your Cultivation, once you were immobilized, even a small knife could eventually sever your head.

In his previous life, as a player who wasn’t a "whale," Yang Jing had naturally been a proponent of the Mechanism Faction, championing the idea of the weak defeating the strong. It was only the addition of his Beast Taming Talent that set him on a path of mastering both raw power and subtle mechanics.

"Here on the Magic Battle Platform, space is limited. Outside, a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator’s attack range is only three or four hundred zhang, limited by their Divine Sense. If they use a Magical Treasure, the high consumption shortens that range even further. My Flying Sword, however, can strike from a thousand zhang away. I could easily create distance between us, Senior Brother Zuoqiu, and repeatedly strike your Defensive Spiritual Artifact with my sword until it breaks."

Yang Jing smiled faintly.

"At that point, Senior Brother Zuoqiu, what good would all your Foundation Establishment Perfection Magical Power be? It would only allow you to endure for a little while longer."

Zuoqiu Ye considered this, and a cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

’The Magical Power required to defend is naturally far greater than that needed to attack. If I just take his hits, a prolonged defense is doomed to fail.’

’At that point, instead of being an asset, the Three Flames Five Beasts Fan would become a liability due to its immense Magical Power consumption.’

"Hmph! Easy for you to say! The entire premise of your strategy is that your Tunneling Speed is faster than mine. Do you think I’d be foolish enough to let you pull away?!"

Zuoqiu Ye immediately brought out his Three Flames Five Beasts Fan. He knew he was just bluffing; Sword Cultivators were famous for the unmatched speed of their Sword Escape. If Yang Jing really used Man and Sword as One to create distance, there was no way he could ever catch up.

"Enough talk! Let’s see who’s really stronger! Be careful, Junior Brother Yang. Don’t let one wave of my fan turn you into cinders!"

As he spoke, his face flushed red. He poured all his Magical Power into the fan and waved it with all his might.

BOOM!

The temperature on the Magic Battle Platform skyrocketed. Sparks erupted from the feather-shaped Three Flames Five Beasts Fan, and in the next instant, they swelled into a monstrous wave of Nanming Li Fire that swept toward Yang Jing.

With the limited space on the Magic Battle Platform, the Nanming Li Fire he unleashed with the Three Flames Five Beasts Fan left almost no room to escape.

The Nanming Li Fire blazed, releasing a shocking, unrestrained heat. The air shimmered and distorted, making it difficult for the spectating Foundation Establishment Cultivators to see what was happening on the platform.

"Young Master Ye has won!"

Zuoqiu Muxun declared with absolute certainty. ’The Three Flames Five Beasts Fan is a Magical Treasure, after all!’

In his mind, only another Magical Treasure could contend with the might of a Magical Treasure. There was no way Yang Jing could possibly block this attack.

Guo Chuanzhi’s heart leaped into his throat. He hadn’t expected Zuoqiu Ye to use his Magical Treasure so quickly.

"Idiot. With so many Golden Core experts present, if Yang Jing really couldn’t handle it, do you think they wouldn’t intervene?"

Zuoqiu Feng shot Zuoqiu Muxun a sideways glance.

The next moment, the roar of water suddenly echoed across the Magic Battle Platform. A torrent surged forth as if a hole had been torn in the heavens, and an inexhaustible gush of True Water forcibly carved out a space within the Nanming Li Fire.

BOOM!

A great river suddenly appeared on the Magic Battle Platform, surging upward like a Celestial Waterfall in reverse.

"He’s refined One-Element Heavy Water!"

Guo Chuanzhi slapped the railing in excitement. That great river was clearly formed from One-Element Heavy Water; otherwise, even with the Water Element countering fire, it would have been instantly evaporated by the Nanming Li Fire.

"This isn’t just One-Element Heavy Water. It’s clearly some kind of Swordsmanship!"

Zuoqiu Feng murmured, staring at the ascending river. She could feel a sky-piercing Sword Intent radiating from it.

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

Meng Sima sighed. Compared to a prodigy of immense Talent like Yang Jing, Zuoqiu Ye was merely a guard dog.

The next moment, the river in the sky transformed. It became a dragon dozens of zhang long, so vividly lifelike that every detail was visible. Its sharp scales pulsed with qi, its claws tore at the air, and its eyes burned with the savagery of a True Dragon.

Yang Jing used the technique of Man and Sword as One, merging himself with the True Dragon Sword.

He channeled his Overturning Rivers and Seas Talent, and the Water Dragon let out a deafening roar before plunging straight down from the sky.

After being refined with One-Element Heavy Water, the True Dragon Sword alone weighed over a hundred thousand jin. It also carried an incomparably sharp Sword Intent and the full momentum of the water that Yang Jing commanded.

The sky-rending roar of the water was like the heavens collapsing. Its descent was truly like a celestial river falling from the sky, causing the faces of all who witnessed it to pale.

"This sword has captured the true essence of the Water Element: when the autumn floods arrive, a hundred rivers pour into the sea."

Zuoqiu Feng sighed in admiration. That was the only way she could describe it.

On the Magic Battle Platform, Zuoqiu Ye’s face went pale, and a crazed light entered his eyes.

The veins on his hands, which gripped the Three Flames Five Beasts Fan, bulged as he swung it again with all his might.

A crisp bird cry suddenly rang out across the Magic Battle Platform. A vermilion bird materialized.

Although the Vermilion Bird’s eyes were lifeless, its body radiated a tangible, incomparably scorching heat.

The rolling heatwave seemed powerful enough to incinerate the very air.

SCREECH!

The Vermilion Bird spread its wings, revealing a span of a full five zhang. Though smaller than the Water Dragon, it was still a behemoth. It let out a cry that could shatter stone and part clouds as it lunged toward the Water Dragon descending like a Celestial Waterfall.

The Vermilion Bird tried to peck the Water Dragon’s head with its sharp beak, intending to inject the scorching Nanming Li Fire, but Yang Jing manipulated the Water Dragon to seize its neck in one swift claw.

The searing Nanming Li Fire immediately began to evaporate massive amounts of True Water, but how could even it boil away such a colossal volume of water in an instant?

The next instant.

BOOM!

The Water Dragon crashed down with monstrous force.

The thunderous roar of the water nearly deafened the Foundation Establishment Cultivators in attendance.

The Spiritual Light of the Array Formation around the Magic Battle Platform flickered violently, and its Forbidden Talismanic Script flashed erratically.

Murky waves shot into the sky. Amidst the chaos, a single point of crimson light could be seen, stubbornly flickering.

Zuoqiu Ye, battered and disheveled, stared in terror at the Vermilion Bird Divine Bird that had shielded him at the last second.

The Divine Bird’s outstretched wings had blocked the brunt of the Water Dragon Sword’s impact, but the mere aftershock was enough to make the Profound Mist Gauze Robe on his body shudder violently, threatening to shatter completely.

On the Magic Battle Platform, everything was in ruins except for the very spot where he stood.