Chapter 1183: Sparring

Wang Qiuming and Lu Ping agreed, then both soared towards a fighting platform.

Countless mysterious blue runes rose from the floor, blurring and transforming into a thick blue water curtain that enveloped the entire platform. On its surface, a blue turtle pattern, seemingly alive, swam continuously.

As the match began, Lu Ping shrugged his right shoulder, and a dazzling golden Miao saber appeared in his hand. The five-foot-long saber was adorned with delicate silver patterns on its blade and featured a lifelike miniature golden eagle on its hilt.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the platform, making Wang Qiuming's and Lu Ping's clothes flutter.

Wang Qiuming summoned a palm-sized golden disc. The disc spun, instantly expanding to approximately ten feet in size. As it rapidly rotated, a buzzing sound echoed through the air.

With a flash of golden light, a golden saber qi over thirty feet long shot out. Before it even landed, a powerful airflow appeared on the platform, and piercing whizzing sounds filled the air.

The golden saber qi struck the golden giant wheel, only to be shredded by the rapidly spinning disc and dissipate into scattered golden specks.

Lu Ping was merely testing; he hadn't used his full power. He took a deep breath, gripped the golden Miao saber with both hands, and cleaved at Wang Qiuming through the air.

With a flash of golden light, the air within the platform reversed, creating a powerful current. A shimmering golden saber qi materialized out of nowhere, then blurred into dozens of shimmering golden saber qis, striking down as if to utterly obliterate Wang Qiuming.

That wasn't all. Lu Ping continuously brandished his golden Miao saber, striking vertically and horizontally. Streams of golden saber qi shot out, relentlessly attacking his opponent.

Wang Qiuming let out a soft snort, forming a hand seal. Countless golden runes appeared in the air behind him. These dense runes converged, forming a golden giant wheel over ten feet in size, its inner rim covered with sharp blades. This was the spiritual art "Golden Moon True Wheel," a technique granted by Great Elder Nangong Miao of the Zhenhai Sect.

As soon as the golden giant wheel appeared, it began to spin rapidly. A powerful airflow materialized, causing air to reverse and strong winds to rage. The golden saber qis aimed at Wang Qiuming lost control, flying towards the golden giant wheel. With a series of muffled clangs, each golden saber qi was shredded by the golden giant wheel.

An angry beast's roar echoed, and a golden giant tiger lunged forward. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the golden tiger was not a physical entity but an ethereal one. As the golden giant tiger approached within ten feet of Wang Qiuming, its body was uncontrollably drawn towards the golden giant wheel.

The rapidly spinning golden giant wheel shredded the golden giant tiger, leaving Wang Qiuming unharmed.

Lu Ping's expression was grim. As he considered other methods, Wang Qiuming formed a hand seal, and the golden giant wheel above his head dramatically increased in size. Its rotation speed more than tripled, and a powerful airflow materialized.

Lu Ping's protective spiritual light flickered wildly, appearing as if it would tear apart at any moment. The blue water curtain enclosing the platform rippled, and the blue turtle on its surface swam erratically, seeming about to be pulled off the water curtain.

Wang Qiuming formed a hand seal, and the golden disc intensified its light, flying towards Lu Ping.

Lu Ping's protective spiritual light twisted and deformed. In less than three breaths, it shattered, and an extremely dazzling golden saber qi shot out.

The golden giant wheel was shredded by the golden saber qi, and the golden saber qi also split into pieces; both were destroyed simultaneously. A visible shockwave spread out, hitting the blue water curtain, causing it to shake incessantly and appear as if it would tear apart at any moment.

With a flash of golden light, a golden disc instantly appeared before Lu Ping. The disc was entirely golden, clearly a physical entity. Lu Ping cleaved forward with the golden Miao saber in his hand. With a muffled clink, the golden Miao saber flew back uncontrollably. The golden disc flared with light, piercing through Lu Ping's protective spiritual light and narrowly missing him. If this had been a death match, he would have been dead.

Lu Ping broke out in a cold sweat. He cupped his fists at Wang Qiuming and politely said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wang, for your mercy. I concede."

"I accept your concession, Fellow Daoist Lu," Wang Qiuming replied, cupping his fists in return. This was his first time using the spiritual art "Golden Moon True Wheel."

Zhao Richen's face showed a playful expression as he exchanged a glance with a scholarly middle-aged man. The man understood, soared onto the platform, cupped his fists, and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang's techniques are profound. I am Liu Qinghe, and I would like to spar with you. Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Wang."

Wang Qiuming looked at Wang Qingshan, who pretended not to notice. He neither agreed nor refused, seeing this as a rare opportunity for Wang Qiuming to gain experience. Whether to fight or concede was up to Wang Qiuming.

"Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Liu," Wang Qiuming said.

Wang Qiuming pondered for a moment before deciding to accept the challenge.

As the match began, Liu Qinghe conjured a blue jade brush, waving it erratically in the air. Palm-sized blue swallows materialized, flapping their wings and swooping towards Wang Qiuming.

Wang Qiuming formed a hand seal, and countless golden lights illuminated the air above his head. A colossal golden disc immediately appeared—it was indeed the spiritual art "Golden Moon True Wheel." The golden giant wheel spun rapidly, and a powerful airflow materialized. As soon as the blue swallows approached within ten feet of Wang Qiuming, they were swept into the golden giant wheel by the powerful airflow, shredded to pieces, and vanished as specks of blue light.

Wang Qiuming then released two Tier 3 puppet beasts: a golden giant ape and a black spider, which charged towards his opponent.

Liu Qinghe remained calm, releasing a golden giant eagle about ten feet in size, which swooped towards the two puppet beasts. He took out a shimmering silver book, opened it, and began chanting. Countless silver runes flew out, suddenly transforming into three silver giant palms, each over ten feet in size, which struck towards Wang Qiuming. As the silver giant palms moved, a whizzing sound echoed through the air.

The three silver giant palms were uncontrollably drawn towards the golden giant wheel, shredded to pieces by it, and transformed back into countless silver runes. The next moment, the silver runes spun and transformed into countless sharp silver flying daggers, striking at Wang Qiuming from all directions.

Wang Qiuming remained unhurried. He took out a shimmering blue command flag, gave it a gentle wave, and with a flash of blue light, a large blue water curtain materialized, enveloping his entire body. The dense silver flying daggers instantly became motionless after entering the blue water curtain, unable to pass through it.

Wang Qiuming lightly tapped the Golden Moon True Wheel above his head with his finger. The Golden Moon True Wheel flared with light and flew towards Liu Qinghe, followed closely by another, smaller golden disc. The two golden discs were one solid and one ethereal.

A powerful gravitational force emerged from the ground, slowing down the golden giant eagle. It was then ensnared by a black spiderweb, and the two Tier 3 puppet beasts lunged at Liu Qinghe.

Liu Qinghe's protective spiritual light was broken. The golden staff in the ape puppet beast's hand struck him, sending Liu Qinghe flying backward, where he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Wang Qiuming wins."