Immediately afterwards, a massive arena slowly rose from the ground, its edges emanating wisps of cold air.
Wang Mu and the man exchanged a glance, then their figures blurred, transforming into two streaks of light that appeared on the arena in the blink of an eye.
Then, a semi-transparent protective shield suddenly rose up around the arena, like a light curtain, enveloping the entire arena.
In mid-air, several gleaming characters clearly appeared: [Wang Mu -- Wang Xing]
The light was dazzling, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.
However, this strange sight was fleeting, as if it were merely the prelude to a great battle.
Wang Mu closed his eyes tightly and muttered some kind of incantation.
Faint runes gradually appeared on his face, strange light flowing and weaving between them, and powerful energy waves spreading outwards.
In an instant, the ring could not withstand the pressure and collapsed with a crash.
Scalding magma gushed from the cracks, and the heat waves distorted and warped the surrounding space.
Wang Xing lightly touched the ground with his toes and instantly flashed in front of Wang Mu.
A smirk curled his lips as he sneered, "Is that all you've got?"
Wang Mu said in a deep voice, "That's not all!"
As they spoke, the two moved with incredible speed, exchanging several blows in an instant.
Wang Xing's offensive became increasingly fierce, and he had already gained an absolute advantage.
Seeing this, the other prodigies below the stage sneered, "The son of a servant is still the son of a servant; how can he be compared to a true prodigy?"
"Wang Mu, if you don't admit defeat, you might be in big trouble! Haha!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mu merely glanced coldly at the audience below the stage.
Wang Xing sneered, "You still have the leisure to look elsewhere?"
After saying that, he flashed forward, and with a powerful force, he slammed his palm down hard towards Wang Mu's chest.
Wang Mu groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He staggered backward several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
Wang Xing, having gained the upper hand, was filled with murderous intent and roared, "Die!"
Before he finished speaking, he charged towards Wang Mu with such speed that he created a gust of air.
At that critical moment when life and death hung in the balance, Wang Mu suddenly laughed.
His smile, accompanied by his mouth full of blood, looked particularly sinister and terrifying.
He slammed his hands together, and in an instant, a massive vortex appeared above Wang Xing's head, emanating a powerful suction force.
The blood that Wang Mu spat out turned into blood streaks and rushed rapidly toward the vortex.
Caught off guard, Wang Xing was thrown off balance by this sudden turn of events. Barely managing to regain his footing, he exclaimed in surprise, "What is this?!"
Immediately afterward, his eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "You actually concealed your cultivation level?!"
Wang Mu's voice was icy cold as he said, "It's too late to know now!"
As he spoke, a strange red mist rose from the vortex, quickly surrounding Wang Xing.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Xing's soul was sucked into the vortex.
At the same time, an unused magical artifact fell from Wang Xing's body, lying alone on the ground, shimmering with a faint light.
With a wave of his hand, Wang Mu pocketed the magical artifact and said, "Thank you for your artifact."
He formed hand seals, and as his fingers danced, an invisible force pulled Wang Xing's soul out of the vortex.
In an instant, blood surged forth, tightly enveloping the soul.
Wang Xing's soul let out a silent scream, twisting and struggling in agony, unable to break free of its confinement.
Wang Mu muttered to himself as the blood-covered soul was gradually refined in the eerie light.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Mu took a deep breath and absorbed the power he had refined into his body, causing his aura to improve slightly.
He assessed it briefly and commented, "Too weak."
This scene stunned everyone. After a brief silence, someone exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Ancient Forbidden Art?!"
How dare you practice such Evil Arts!
"Kill him! Anyone who practices forbidden arts has the right to kill him!"
The shouts of battle grew louder and louder, and the eyes of the crowd looking at Wang Mu seemed to want to tear him to pieces, filled with murderous intent.
Everyone roared and unleashed their best skills, launching a massive attack on Wang Mu.
Instead of dodging, Wang Mu stomped his feet hard and charged towards the crowd.
His body was surrounded by a thick, misty aura of blood; any prodigy who accidentally touched it was instantly entangled by it.
The blood energy frantically devoured the man until it was completely consumed, and then Wang Mu easily refined it and absorbed it into his body.
Wang Mu transformed into a black shadow, darting swiftly among the crowd.
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and in the blink of an eye, half of them had fallen.
They didn't even have time to blink, they couldn't see Wang Mu's movements at all, they only felt a sharp gust of wind pass by, and then they all collapsed to the ground.
The group of prodigies looked fearful and retreated in panic.
Wang Mu showed no mercy, waving his hands wildly, causing countless vortexes to reappear in the air.