Under this heavy blow, Lu Qian staggered back a few steps, but he ultimately defended himself.
A square shield adorned with turtle patterns expanded to half-human size, suspended in front of him—it was the Spirit Turtle Shield.
Defensive Spiritual Artifact? The burly man was startled.
This person's cultivation is lower than mine, surely he can't operate both attack and defensive artifacts simultaneously. He summoned this shield, which means he disconnected control of the Silver Needle? Could it be that next—
The Spirit Turtle Shield tilted, deflecting the giant sword. Lu Qian quickly pinched the spell, and the Spirit Turtle Shield instantly returned to his chest, while the Starlight Needle, knocked to the ground, dazzled with radiant light, shooting straight at the burly man's chest!
Disconnect the Starlight Needle, connect the Spirit Turtle Shield, then disconnect the Spirit Turtle Shield, connect the Starlight Needle!
Just some Divine Sense micro-adjustments, what's so hard about this?
The entire venue burst into an uproar, Jiang Qingfeng and the others were too shocked to speak.
The burly man was both astonished and enraged, his mind blank. Fortunately, his extensive combat experience was ingrained in his body, so when faced with the incoming Starlight Needle, he slapped his waist heavily, raising the Defensive Light Shield anew, blocking the needle.
Impossible, impossible!
When I disconnected control of the attack artifact and successfully connected the defensive artifact with Divine Sense, it took me a month. Disconnecting the defensive artifact and reconnecting the attack artifact increased the difficulty manifold. Everything must be completed in a single breath—this skill took me a year to master!
This kid, how can this kid possibly learn it in an instant?
Where does he get such powerful and intricate Divine Sense!
In the silence, a cultivator below dumbfoundedly asked, "Can I still bet on the kid to win now?"
"I haven't lost, it's impossible for me to lose!" the burly man roared, withdrew the light shield, summoned the giant sword with a hand wave, and lunged directly at Lu Qian.
Lu Qian frowned deeply, and the Starlight Needle shot once more. The burly man parried it with the giant sword, flinging it away, his steps uninterrupted as he charged toward Lu Qian.
What if you've learned it, I won't compete with you in variety, I'll overpower you openly. A single Silver Needle, in a direct confrontation, can never compare to my giant sword. Even if you rely on that square shield, three strikes at most and I can break through your defense!
Zhang Lemei watched nervously, sighing incessantly, "Hey, wasn't this troublemaker using a Flying Sword before? Why switch to a Silver Needle? This Silver Needle is so delicate, barely suitable for embroidery; how can it win a fight? Junior Sister, why didn't you stop him?"
Yet Jiang Qingfeng's lips slowly curled into a smile.
A single Silver Needle?
"This is the gap in cultivation, kid prepare to die!" the burly man roared, his sword crashing down like Thunder toward Lu Qian!
Clang! Indeed, Lu Qian summoned the Spirit Turtle Shield once more. His entire body was thrust back by the massive force, then he retracted the shield and with a finger moved, stabbing the Starlight Needle straight at the burly man's head.
That move again? The burly man smirked coldly, gauging the distance between them, choosing not to use a defensive artifact. Instead, spinning his body, he flicked the Silver Needle away with his sword. The giant sword traced a semicircle and thrust straight again. This time, Lu Qian's chest was wide open, and the sword rushed towards his chest!
"Junior Brother!" Tan Hong shouted.
The outcome is decided! The burly man's sword pierced forth, imagining the scent of blood.
But in an instant, a silver flash suddenly approached his brow!
What's going on? Hadn't I flicked the Silver Needle behind me, how is it now before me?
The burly man, startled and frightened, his years of fighting experience converged, executing the perfect response.
With power from waist to legs, rooted stance, bending backward—a perfect bridge. His arms swung up with the giant sword, changing from stab to flick, and with a ding, he knocked the Silver Needle away.
This seamless display drew cheers from the audience.
The burly man laughed triumphantly, flipping upright. Then, his smile froze on his face.
The arena was hushed.
A Silver Needle was pressed against his throat.
"Impossible! I clearly flicked away your Silver Needle; where did this one come from—you—"
The burly man's eyes widened, stupidly watching as two more silver lights flashed in the air, returning to Lu Qian's palm.
Three Silver Needles! There were three Silver Needles all along!
In the shocked silence of the audience, Zhang Lemei suddenly shouted, "Good!"
In the next moment, cheers surged like tides! Although everyone lost Spirit Stones, this battle twisted and turned, and this challenging kid could manipulate three Magical Artifacts, making the spectacle so thrilling, they felt it was worth it.
The cheers from Jiang Qingfeng and his group were particularly fervent. Baitao watched in confused delight, only knowing that Sect Leader Senior Brother beat the villain, and happily shouted and clapped, reddening his hands.
In the midst of applause and chatter, the burly man recalled the details since the battle began, filled with regret.
This kid initially provoked me verbally, leading me to forgo rest, become restless, eager for a quick win. He could have used three needles right at the start, but instead held back, waiting for me to exhaust my trump cards and expose a flaw before deploying his killer move.
"You're really cunning." said the burly man unwillingly, standing immobile, the sharp Silver Needle at his throat, bringing a biting chill.
"Apologize." Lu Qian said coldly.
The burly man intended to retort stubbornly but saw Lu Qian's eyes.
Emotionless eyes, as if gazing at a corpse.
He's serious! If I don't apologize, he truly might kill me!
Is he crazy? Daring to kill in front of everyone on the arena?
The referee below urgently shouted, "Fellow Daoist, please don't act rashly, deaths are strictly forbidden on the arena!"
"Apologize." Lu Qian's finger slightly moved, the Silver Needle trembled forward, a drop of red blood pearl emerged, "I won't say it a third time."
The burly man's legs went weak, recalling Lu Qian's impressive skills: instantly mastering his secret technique, controlling three Silver Needles with Mid-Stage Qi Cultivation—a sure sign of heritage from renowned sects, possessing legacy secret techniques, he regretted deeply.
Can I afford to provoke such renowned sects? If this kid kills me and then brings out his sect, even the Market Master might not dare offend him, and I'd truly die in vain.
Besides, apologizing to such a famous sect isn't humiliating, right?
Before Lu Qian's palm descended, the burly man hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry! Respected Daoist and your brothers, I was blind to Mount Tai, a dog's eyes disrespecting others. I lost my head, uttering nonsense. Please, Daoist, be magnanimous, forgive me!"
"This battle, the challenger wins!" The referee, afraid of trouble, quickly leapt onto the arena. He cast a deep glance at Lu Qian: this person, with Mid-Stage Qi Cultivation, simultaneously controlling three Magical Artifacts—unheard of, clearly not one to court enmity.
Lu Qian moved his finger and the Starlight Needle shot back: "No matter the sect, must uphold inviolable dignity! Disaster comes from the mouth, henceforth, I advise Daoist to watch your words!"