The Dynasty of Cultivating Immortality

C37 – The Battle of the Two Beauties

​The individual next to him reacted better than Ni Xianjian, which was understandable since only Ni Xianjian was aware of Ni Huibo’s current strength. One by one, the remaining seven competitors entered the arena, where Ni Huibo had already been waiting. He glanced around at everyone with a subtle turn of his eyes.

Ni Huibo had previously met Ni Yong and held a favorable impression of him. True to his name, Ni Yong had the demeanor of a reserved young man. His eyebrows were delicately curved like willow leaves, his lips thin, and his expression exceedingly well-behaved. Ni Yong now appeared even more composed than when Ni Huibo first encountered him at the Martial Hall.

Approaching Ni Huibo, Ni Yong offered a respectful bow and said, “Brother Ni Huibo, I would be grateful for any advice you can offer.”

“Brother Ni Yong, I welcome your guidance as well,” Ni Huibo replied earnestly, returning the bow.

While Ni Huibo and Ni Yong exchanged pleasantries, the tension was palpable in the other three sectors, particularly in the second area near them. Ni Yirong and Ni Shang, despite their close friendship, faced each other with a charged intensity, their readiness for battle clear.

“These two are fiercely competitive. Now that they are rivals, they will surely push each other to excel,” remarked an elder from the sidelines, stroking his beard with a chuckle. His comments were laced with admiration for Ni Yirong and Ni Shang.

​”I concur. Talent alone isn’t sufficient. Having a rival of comparable strength will drive them forward, and that’s an essential quality for a true warrior,” another elder added.

“Yes, they are indeed exceptional,” chimed in a third.

​The elders shared their thoughts before turning their attention elsewhere. Meanwhile, Ni Huibo and Ni Yong continued their courteous exchange, seemingly devoid of any competitive edge.

​”Ni Huibo and Ni Yong are supportive of each other, which is commendable,” someone observed, though no one felt at liberty to pass further judgment since both were members of the Ni family.

​”The match is about to commence,” announced a voice, silencing the crowd. All eyes turned to the stage, where two prodigies were about to clash. Undoubtedly, this was shaping up to be a fascinating contest.

Particularly noteworthy is that both of these geniuses are women. Meanwhile, Ni Yong, another genius standing beside them, was inadvertently overlooked due to the focus on his opponent.

In the arena, a tense atmosphere enveloped the space as soon as the referee signaled the start of the match, particularly between the two well-prepared female prodigies.

Ni Yirong’s talent slightly surpassed that of Ni Shang, but that didn’t necessarily make her the stronger of the two.

At the referee’s cue, Ni Shang charged forward with her wooden sword, fearless. This time, she refrained from fancy swordplay. The wooden sword in her grasp was potent, slicing through the air with a faint whistle as Ni Shang swung with incredible speed.

“Trying to outpace me?” Ni Yirong scoffed, mirroring Ni Shang’s aggressive approach.

Ni Yirong’s peach-colored gown billowed, struggling to keep up with her swift movements. She appeared ethereal, like a celestial being gracing the earth, her presence dazzling.

On the other side, Ni Huibo calmly lifted his wooden sword.

“Brother Ni Yong, you make the first move.”

“No, you go ahead.”

Ni Yong’s demeanor was grave as he held his sword and bowed with clasped fists, his sincerity evident.

Ni Huibo arched an eyebrow, pondering briefly before shaking his head, “I can’t strike first. I’m your senior, and as the saying goes, the elder should look after the younger. Please, you initiate.”

The difference in speed between Ni Yirong and Ni Shang was negligible. Their vibrant garments fluttered midair, and before the spectators could grasp the action, the two had already clashed.

The wooden long swords barely touched before splinters rained down, scattered by the air currents created by their swift movements.

In an instant, they crossed paths, each landing where the other had just stood.

“What a spectacle! Ni Yirong and Ni Shang are perfectly matched. With such talent, they are indeed gifted individuals.”

Ni Xianjian, standing on the elevated platform, lavished praise upon Ni Yirong and Ni Shang, unable to contain his laughter as he clapped his hands in delight.

The ordinary disciples couldn’t discern the swift exchange, but Ni Xianjian, as a cultivator at the late Great Perfection stage of the second level, was well aware of the recent events. Ni Yirong and Ni Shang launched incredibly fast attacks. After their swords clashed, they both lunged at each other, but upon realizing they had the same target, they quickly retracted their strikes.

In just a moment, Ni Yirong and Ni Shang appeared to pass by one another, but they had already engaged in combat, proving to be equally matched. Their attack strategies, angles, and methods of withdrawal were nearly identical.

Each technique executed by Ni Yirong and Ni Shang demanded substantial strength as its foundation. Ordinary disciples would likely have been defeated by now.

Both Ni Yirong and Ni Shang touched down on the ground, visibly unsatisfied with the outcome.

Ni Shang’s footsteps shifted slowly. Upon landing, she spun on the spot, leveraging the ground’s force. She bent at the waist and soared into the air. Completing a spin, she plunged her wooden sword straight downward.

Around Ni Shang, her garments billowed, and spiritual energy pulsed, reminiscent of a white bird in song. Her movements were the epitome of elegance, her hands seemingly effortless. Her gentleness was on full display.

​”Sister Ni Shang’s technique is the Linglong mental cultivation method. Is she already resorting to her trump card?” a young spectator exclaimed, his face alight with awe. Many around him, unfamiliar with Ni Shang’s technique, bombarded him with questions.

Ni Shang’s enchanting poise, coupled with her delicate beauty, left many spellbound.

“Look, Yirong is making her move!”

As the crowd buzzed with inquiries about Ni Shang’s technique, a voice suddenly redirected their attention back to the center of the action.

Ni Yirong watched the fleeting figure in the air, her brow furrowed in concentration. She knew better than to underestimate her opponent. With only a handful of prodigies in the Ni family, and after numerous secret contests, Yirong and Ni Shang had come to understand each other quite well. Ni Yirong had already gauged the potency of Ni Shang’s techniques.

Ni Shang’s slender frame, wielding a straight wooden sword, lunged forward. The tip of the sword shimmered with a faint light, radiating waves of spiritual energy.

​Ni Yirong inhaled deeply, striving to harness the spiritual energy within her. Currently at the peak of Great Perfection, she was on the cusp of the second level, ready to cross that threshold at any moment. Consequently, her spiritual energy was notably more potent than Ni Shang’s.

The wooden sword in Ni Yirong’s grasp glowed with a subtle red aura. Although the glow was faint, the sword thrummed with an unceasing flow of spiritual energy.

In stark contrast to Ni Shang, Ni Yirong exuded an aura akin to a wild, blazing fire. Her pupils had even taken on a fiery hue.

Spiritual energy swirled around Ni Yirong, gradually coalescing. It flowed into her body before coursing through her meridians into the wooden sword, amplifying its power.

As the wooden sword from above thrust downward, Ni Yirong let out a forceful cry, and a burst of red light slashed through the air.

The clashing spiritual energies erupted, sending a scorching wave rolling out like a tumultuous sea, engulfing the surroundings.

Ni Huibo gripped his wooden sword as the heat wave caused his simple garment to flutter slightly. Strands of hair at his temples danced in the heated air.

​”They’re battling with such intensity,” Ni Huibo remarked, admiring the ferocity of Ni Yirong and Ni Shang’s duel. He then turned to Ni Yong with a grave look, his eyes brimming with determination.

“With their battle so fierce, it’s our turn to spar,” he declared.

“Alright, you’re up to make the first move,” Ni Yong responded.

“No, after you,” Ni Huibo insisted.

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