Decisive Battle

Both were outstanding figures in this Genius Battle. If they joined forces, they could not be underestimated, and it would benefit them both.

Even so, Murong Bai still disdained joining forces with anyone. He was the clan leader; he would rather lose beautifully than win disgracefully.

Murong Bai rolled his shoulder, shaking off Yue Yifei's hand, and said flatly, "Not interested."

Yue Yifei froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. He did not continue making a fool of himself and shook his head. "In that case, I have nothing to do with this. You two can decide who is stronger."

Yue Yifei knew his own limits. He knew he was no match for Fan Lang alone, so he simply chose to withdraw and returned to the Silver Moon Merchant Guild's group. He quietly exchanged a few words with his adoptive father, and Yue Dangkong patted his shoulder in comfort.

Murong Bai removed the white cloak from his body and unhurriedly stored it in his Storage Card. Then he leaped onto the arena.

Of the dozen or so contestants, some had lost and some had left. Now, only the two of them remained, and victory or defeat would soon be decided.

Fan Lang condensed the Eye of the Dragon, his gaze intimidating. Two Sky Covering Hands floated at his sides, each over ten meters long and casting twin shadows.

Murong Bai also knew an eye technique. The pupils in his eyes gradually vanished, turning pure white and radiating a chilling frost aura. This was the Eye of Ice, which possessed many effects related to ice. Once the Eye of Ice was activated, the surrounding temperature plummeted. Specks of blood-colored snow drifted down from the sky, and a layer of white frost formed over the arena.

This sight drew squeals from many lovestruck young women, each one utterly smitten. They saw only the beauty of the ice and snow, unable to sense the danger hidden within.

"I truly didn't expect you to be this strong. It isn't impossible to defeat you, but I would have to pay a price. Normally, paying such a price for you wouldn't be worthwhile, but I am a competitive person. Since I specifically called you out, there is no room for retreat."

Murong Bai spoke coldly. As he spoke, he took out a white pill—the price he had mentioned.

Fan Lang glanced at the pill and recognized it. It was a Snow Demon Pill. After consuming it, it enhanced one's ability to control ice and snow, converting Mystic Power into an ice attribute. However, it came with certain side effects, causing the body to suffer frostbite from the cold aura. It was the sort of pill that wounded the enemy by a thousand while harming oneself by eight hundred.

The Wind Cloud Genius Battle permitted the use of pills, but the quantity was limited. At most, one pill could be consumed.

"Eat it. It'll be more interesting if you get a little stronger. Otherwise, it'll be too boring." Fan Lang did not care.

"You are the first person who has dared to look down on me like this." Murong Bai's fighting spirit surged. He swallowed the Snow Demon Pill in one gulp and refined it with Mystic Power. The Snow Demon Pill quickly displayed its tyrannical effects.

Boom!

Murong Bai erupted with icy Mystic Power that shot into the heavens, freezing heaven and earth. His hair fluttered upward and turned pure white. It was as though the weather had instantly become the depths of winter, the temperature dropping low enough for splashed water to freeze.

Fan Lang gave Murong Bai ample time to prepare. Only now did he officially make his move, spreading his arms as the Sky Covering Hands in midair spread apart as well.

Murong Bai made a similar motion and spread his arms.

The two of them swung their hands forward at the same time!

On one side were the massive Sky Covering Hands; on the other, surging, piercing cold.

The Sky Covering Hands struck forward, while the cold formed a thick wall of ice. The Sky Covering Hands slammed into the ice wall and smashed it apart with unstoppable force, sending countless chunks of ice flying.

Murong Bai seized the chance to attack. With a flick of his right hand, an enormous ice sword dozens of meters long instantly froze into shape in his grasp. He swung the giant sword and slashed furiously at Fan Lang.

Fan Lang looked up, and one Sky Covering Hand immediately flew into the sky, opening its palm to seize the enormous ice sword.

Crack!

The enormous ice sword shattered beneath its grip.

The other Sky Covering Hand clenched into a fist and punched at Murong Bai. A pair of icy wings condensed behind Murong Bai's back, and he flew high into the air to evade the blow. He twisted around, head pointed downward, and struck the arena below with his palm from midair. A translucent barrier spread from his hand, enveloping the entire arena.

Ice Seal!

Everything within the barrier instantly froze, becoming an enormous block of ice.

Such freezing was enough to kill, but it could not freeze a true expert.

A crisp cracking sound rang out. Cracks spread across the ice block, growing more and more severe until it shattered completely. The two Sky Covering Hands split apart to either side, knocking away the ice shards and dispersing the cold aura. Fan Lang's figure reappeared, completely uninjured.

That series of exchanges had already forced Murong Bai to use his full strength, yet he still could not harm Fan Lang in the slightest.

In midair, Murong Bai revealed a despairing expression. Even after consuming the Snow Demon Pill, he still could not make up for the enormous gap between them. He could not understand why someone this monstrously powerful had appeared in the world. This was simply not strength that someone at the Mystic Spirit Realm should possess!

Fan Lang looked up at Murong Bai in the air and ordered, "Use that move where you condensed the ice sword again. We'll settle victory and defeat with swords."

Only because he was completely confident did he dare issue such an order. If Fan Lang wished, he could make Murong Bai collapse onto the ground at any moment. Everything Murong Bai had done just now was merely the struggle of a weakling.

Murong Bai felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness. He gritted his teeth, raised his hand toward the sky, gathered all the cold aura around him, and squeezed out the deepest reserves of Mystic Power within his body. An enormous ice sword gradually took shape.

Fan Lang currently possessed three five-star skills: Shockwave, Sky Covering Hand, and Asura Swordplay. He had used the first two many times already, while the third had never been used in earnest. It was perfect for bringing this to an end.

The Sky Covering Hands vanished, turning into specks of light.

Fan Lang drew the Li Kan Sword, lowered his stance, and assumed a sword-drawing posture. Black Qi faintly emerged behind him, forming the phantom of a ferocious Asura.

Asuras, one of the six paths, were fierce and warlike, fighting without end. Their battlefield was called the Asura Field, where slaughter had continued from the beginningless kalpa until now. The Asura Path resembled heaven yet was not heaven; they heard the Buddhist teachings but could not comprehend them, sinking into endless battle intent.

Murong Bai's enormous ice sword had finished forming, stronger than the previous one.

Fan Lang's Asura battle intent had also burned to its peak.

The two exchanged a glance and attacked at the same time. One swung his sword downward, while the other swung his sword toward the heavens. Fan Lang seemed to transform into an Asura, swinging his sword twice in succession and unleashing two intersecting arcs of black sword energy. The sword energy tore through the air, savage and tyrannical.

Asura Swordplay: Fei Tian!

Swish! Swish!

The black sword energy slashed toward Murong Bai, shattering the enormous ice sword before cutting into Murong Bai himself.

Despite wearing inner armor, Murong Bai was still severely wounded. Blood sprayed wildly from his wounds as he fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the arena, which had long since frozen solid.

Blood spread across the ice, its red painfully glaring.

Fan Lang landed afterward. The Asura phantom condensed from his battle intent let out several sinister laughs before gradually fading away.

That sword brought the Genius Battle to its end.

Player completed the mission 'Only I Am Wildly Arrogant', rewarded with 1 random five-star demon pet and 20,000 Experience Points.

The system notification sounded, proclaiming Fan Lang's victory.

Everything appeared to be over, yet no one could calm their emotions.

The Entry Examination had made Fan Lang famous within the City Lord's Mansion. His consecutive victories in the Underground Arena had given him an undefeated record. After this Genius Battle, his name would resound throughout all of Wind Cloud City. Everyone would know it.

Power, authority, fame, beauty—these were what men sought!