The matches between the other cultivators had not yet ended when Wang Yuanjiang's gaze fell on a tall red-shirted youth. The red-shirted youth had handsome features and a dignified bearing.
The red-shirted youth did not use a Dharma Artifact. With a wave of both hands, crimson fireballs flew out one after another and smashed toward his opponent at astonishing speed.
His opponent was a tall, slender blue-robed maiden. She held a shimmering blue short ruler in her hand, while a pale-blue curtain of water enveloped her.
The crimson fireballs came crashing down one after another, and the blue-robed maiden could barely defend herself. She manipulated her Dharma Artifact to attack the red-shirted youth, but he blocked it with a spell.
The red-shirted youth drew a large circle in the air with both hands. A gigantic crimson fireball appeared from thin air, radiating astonishing waves of heat as it smashed toward the blue-robed maiden.
The blue-robed maiden hurriedly manipulated two blue flying knives, slashing them toward the crimson fireball.
After a deafening boom, the crimson fireball exploded, and surging flames drowned out the blue-robed maiden's figure.
The red-shirted youth was about to continue casting when the blue-robed maiden's urgent voice came from within the flames. "I concede. Daoist Zhao, please stop."
"You're too kind."
The red-shirted youth clasped his fists and spoke before walking down.
"Cousin Jingyan is amazing. He defeated his opponent without even using a Dharma Artifact."
"What's so strange about that? Cousin Jingyan is one of our Zhao Family's Elite Disciples."
"The Wang Family's disciples aren't weak either. It's just a question of who's stronger."
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The lower-ranked cultivators discussed it animatedly. They knew very well that the focus of this contest was not the other minor forces, but the Wang Family and the Zhao Family.
Wang Yuanjiang's