ATPnovel Chapter 1191 - 1191 388 Such Ji Zhaonan
Chapter 1191 - 1191 388 Such Ji Zhaonan
1191: Chapter 388: Such Ji Zhaonan 1191: Chapter 388: Such Ji Zhaonan This is the premier platform among the eight martial arts arenas.The first challenge of Sheng Xuehuai of Sheng Country against Zhao Nan of Qi Country marks the opening battle of the selection tournament for warriors under thirty with no restrictions.
For top prodigies like Murong Longque and Ye Laner, the upcoming several rounds of selection can be ignored.
But they absolutely cannot miss the battle involving Zhao Nan.
The six great powers of the world have always been opponents to each other.
Zhao Nan, not yet armored, dressed only in a frost-colored combat outfit, aptly outlined his well-forged physique.
Broad shoulders, long legs, ape-like arms, and a wasp waist.
The snow-white long spear, like a bundle of moonlight, flowed in his hands.
With just standing upon the arena, he became the focal point of the whole stadium, peerlessly graceful.
The two stood opposite each other, without further words.
Xian Nankui announced the commencement of the duel.
And a point of snow-white brilliance had already exploded at the center of the arena!
To say it was the tip of a spear.
Would rather be to say it was the process of a snow-white point of light exploding.
Everything happened very quickly, yet the light point extending infinitely in all directions, bursting into everyone’s view… This process was incredibly clear.
It was a clarity, a concreteness, that directly pointed to the end of life with great rapidity.
As if to remind you, how short your life is.
The whole audience was astounded.
A spear thrust so close to the essence of Dao!
The battle entered its climax right from the beginning.
How could one possibly receive such a spear thrust?
And Sheng Xuehuai looked up.
With his short stature, he needed to look up to meet Zhao Nan’s gaze.
His ordinary appearance, at the moment he looked up, suddenly burst into a spirited vibrancy!
A hazy light coalesced into the shape of a crane, dancing around him.
Sheng Xuehuai, like an Immortal descending to the mundane world, momentarily transcended the earthly dust.
There is a kind of charismatic demeanor that makes one overlook the facial features.
There was singing.
Someone was singing leisurely and long.
The voice sang—
“The white yu abode in The Heavens, twelve towers and five towns.”
“An Immortal blesses my crown, and I receive the hair-knot of everlasting life!”
Jiang Wang’s eyebrows raised on the stands.
He had seen this Divine Skill before.
Zhongxuan Zun, sitting with him on the stands, should be even more familiar with it.
This was the “Mad Song” Divine Power, used by Xie Baoshu in front of The Imperial Ancestral Temple.
It harnessed Dao Techniques, resulting in peerless power and immense momentum.
Divine Skills belong to cultivators, emerging from opportunity and differing from person to person.
A student of Confucianism becomes a Confucian, a practitioner of the Dao becomes the Dao.
In the case of Xie Baoshu, it was Textual Energy soaring into the skies, a passionate scholar singing proudly.
In Sheng Xuehuai’s case, the “madness” of the Mad Song transformed from indignant arrogance to sublimity beyond the world.
One boasts over people, the other brags over the world.
Jiang Wang always knew that the Divine Power Seed, hanging at the pinnacle of the Inner Mansion, would one day bloom and bear fruit after meticulous irrigation by the cultivator.
But this was his first time witnessing so concretely the transformation of a Divine Power Seed blooming and bearing fruit.
The same Divine Skill, in the hands of two people, had entirely different demeanors.
In the midst of the prolonged singing,
A large hand of condensed light pressed down, stirring up the dust and wind as if reaching out from Beyond the Heavens, overshadowing Zhao Nan’s head.
This was “An Immortal Blesses the Crown,” but not to grant everlasting life, rather to sever it!
Mad Song was originally a Divine Power that amplified the might of Dao Techniques.
In Xie Baoshu’s hands, it meant that any casual application of Dao Technique would possess superior potency.
When Sheng Xuehuai executed it, it materialized Dao Techniques directly with the Divine Power Light, overwhelming the opponent.
It was unclear what was Divine Skill, what was Dao Technique, or perhaps they were inherently one, indistinct from each other.
Such a gigantic palm, if the Arena had no special prohibition, the space above it actually vast and extensive, would not accommodate this hand of the Immortal.
But that single hand pressing down, though it was only right above Zhao Nan’s head, had already covered the entire Arena.
This was a collapse-of-the-sky momentum, inescapable.
This was a doomed-together tactic!
Sheng Xuehuai ignored the spear coming at him and attacked directly at Zhao Nan, attacking the enemy’s must-save, forcing him to retract his spear.
If the spear wasn’t retracted, then death would befall both.
From this, it could be seen that although Sheng Xuehuai bravely challenged Zhao Nan, he was not recklessly ignorant.
He knew well the gap between himself and Zhao Nan, thus he absolutely refused to follow Zhao Nan’s pace.
From the very beginning, he chose to gamble with his life in an extremely bold manner, using this desperate tactic to seek a chance at victory.
In terms of Divine Skills, in terms of combat skills…
he might lose in everything, but only in life and death, everyone is equal.
To the disadvantaged, “equality” is the winning advantage.
This was not the bravery of a rash man, but the wisdom of a prodigy.
He was not hot-headed and blindly battling to the death, but cool-headed and searching for the chance of victory.
Once determined, he disregarded life and death.
And Zhao Nan…
He did not retract his spear!
He raised his spear with his right hand and thrust forward, as if a Jiao Dragon diving into the sea.
The gale from the pressing hand of the Immortal had already tousled his hair.
Yet his eyes, like cold stars, only fixated on Sheng Xuehuai’s throat, not even blinking once.
He would also die under that hand pressing down.
But still he pressed forward.
And with even greater velocity, the spear thrust faster.
Unstoppable!
Sheng Xuehuai sought a mutual demise.
Then, let it be mutual destruction!
Everyone knows that Ji Zhaonan is the stronger one; he has more choices.
He didn’t need to do this.
He absolutely shouldn’t have!
But that was the choice he made.
“No, it’s not mutual destruction.” In the stands, Zhongxuan Zun spoke with a hint of admiration.
And sitting next to him, Jiang Wang profoundly agreed.
Although the situation in the arena seemed like mutual destruction, Ji Zhaonan was stronger.
Thus, even if they were to die together, he would be the last to perish.
On the Arena, to die last means victory.
Therefore, Ji Zhaonan’s choice was not mutual destruction, but a fight for victory!
Perhaps some, when stronger, would pursue a more dignified victory.
But not Ji Zhaonan.
He only pursued victory.
The fastest, most direct, and most decisive victory.
Without a doubt, Sheng Xuehuai made the wrong decision.
Or rather, his decision was not wrong in itself, on many levels, it was a performance that commanded awe, but Ji Zhaonan turned it into a mistake.
Sheng Xuehuai not only failed to muster desperate courage to fight his way to victory but instead inadvertently added to Ji Zhaonan’s chances of winning.
He didn’t fear death, but he didn’t want to lose like this, so he had to change his tactics.
The song’s tone suddenly shifted, singing—
“The King forsakes the Northern Sea, sweeping the floor to borrow a giant whale!”
The Immortal’s hand dispersed at once, transforming into a stream of light.
The Divine Power Light poured down, picking up raging waves, from within which a giant whale leaped forth.
This whale, with its giant mouth open, sought to devour the world,
And swallowed that speck of incoming cold gleam.
The oceans lie only in the East.
Where in this world is the Northern Sea?
Nought but a frenzied song!
The mad are delusional, often impossible.
Yet, in Sheng Xuehuai’s hands, this frenzied Divine Skill bore fruit, freely manifesting superior Dao Techniques, possessing an ability close to making wild claims come true!
But.
If not for the Arena’s special spatial restrictions, the whale revealed by Divine Power Light, whose true form could almost fill the entire World Stage…
A point of snowy light, from within its body, shone through.
It was a light unstoppable, impossible to be covered.
It was unique to Ji Zhaonan, unique to the Shao Hua Spear’s sharpness.
When this point of light completely burst forth, the entire whale manifested by Divine Power Light, this Dao Technique nearly of a profound tier in power, suddenly shattered.
Like a bubble illusion, before Ji Zhaonan’s spear tip, it was so fragile.
Another frenzied song declares—
“Professing unworthiness to my liege, the azure bird reveals its loyal heart.”
Someone let out a long howl—
“Among the clouds, a colorful magpie soars, chirping as it descends from the heavens.”
From Sheng Xuehuai’s chest, an iridescent azure bird with three emerald feathers emerged.
From the void and clouds, a five-colored magpie sang as it swooped down.
Sheng Xuehuai’s Dao Technique was so divine, it could serve as scripture.
Both these Dao Techniques possessed profound tier power, and were not to be underestimated.
Within the hazy glow of Divine Skills, a flash of snowy light suddenly appeared.
The colorful magpie crumbled midair.
The clouds vanished, the magpie shattered, the space erased, distance abolished, the Divine Skills’ light extinguished.
Ji Zhaonan, lunging with his spear, reappeared, drawing near to Sheng Xuehuai!
All defenses, all obstructions, were mere illusions.
How could such a spear thrust possibly be blocked?
The snowy light touched the peak of the azure bird’s beak.
The Shao Hua Spear thrust forth swiftly, shattering the azure bird, and piercing Sheng Xuehuai’s chest.
With one hand on his spear, Ji Zhaonan leaped and thrust downwards, felling Sheng Xuehuai to the ground.
The snowy-white spear pierced through Sheng Xuehuai’s chest and plunged into the solid ground of the Arena.
This spear seemed so simple, clean, and direct.
But then, one could hear—
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
It was the clash between the spear’s light and the Arena’s protective array, thousands of impacts in an instant.
It was the sound of this ancient Arena, groaning under the pressure of the Shao Hua Spear, unable to bear the load!
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PS:
“Up in the Heavens is Baiyu Capital, twelve floors and five ramparts mount.”
“The Immortal strokes my hair, knots it and I receive everlasting life!”
“The King forsakes the Northern Sea, sweeping the floor to borrow a giant whale.”
“Professing unworthiness to my liege, the azure bird reveals its loyal heart.”
“Among the clouds, a colorful magpie soars, chirping as it descends from the heavens.”
All of these are from Li Bai’s “After Fleeing the Troubles, Heaven’s Blessing Flows, Yearning for Old Times – A Missive Sent to We Taishou of Jiangxia, the Worthy Governor”.