Wang Qiuming and Lu Ping agreed, then leaped toward an arena.
Countless profound blue runes rose from the floor. After a blur, they transformed into a thick blue water curtain that enveloped the entire arena. A blue turtle pattern adorned its surface; like a living creature, the turtle swam ceaselessly across the blue water curtain.
As soon as the match began, Lu Ping rolled his right shoulder, and a Golden Miao Blade appeared in his hand. The blade was five feet long, its body etched with exquisite silver patterns, while its hilt bore a lifelike miniature golden eagle.
A fierce gale suddenly swept across the arena, making Wang Qiuming and Lu Ping's robes flutter in the wind.
Wang Qiuming unleashed a palm-sized Golden Ring. It spun rapidly, instantly expanding to over thirty feet in size. The Golden Ring whirled at high speed, producing a humming shriek as it tore through the air.
With a flash of golden light, a golden blade aura over a hundred feet long shot forth. Before it even descended, a powerful current of air arose on the arena, and piercing whistles rang through the void.
Clang!
The golden blade aura struck the Golden Giant Wheel, only to be shredded apart by the rapidly spinning Golden Ring and scatter into specks of golden light.
Lu Ping had merely been probing and had not gone all out. He drew a deep breath, gripped the Golden Miao Blade with both hands, and slashed through the air at Wang Qiuming.
Golden light flashed, and the air within the arena rolled backward as a powerful current emerged. A hazy golden blade aura appeared out of thin air, then blurred and split into dozens of hazy golden blade auras that came chopping down head-on, as though intent on reducing Wang Qiuming to