Ling Tian and Hua Min'er's battle grew more and more intense. Not long after the first cultivator forfeited, another, badly wounded, chose to withdraw. When the remaining cultivators saw that Ling Tian and Hua Min'er were still fighting with undiminished vigor, showing no signs of exhaustion, two of them couldn't take it any longer and forfeited as well.
Looking at the four people still waiting for them to run out of steam, Hua Min'er's eyes grew even colder. Her Butterfly Ring flying sword attacked more fiercely. Whether intentionally or not, she had woven the Phantom Sound Secret Technique into her attacks. The others who were still holding on fared even worse, and their injuries grew more severe.
"I can't take this anymore! What kind of freakish attack is this?!" one cultivator fumed. He crushed his jade token in his hand, and as he vanished, a voice rang out: "Are you still hoping to take advantage of the situation? Can't you see they've been fighting for over an hour and are still full of energy, without the slightest sign of fatigue?"
The remaining three exchanged wry smiles. One of them crushed his jade token too, leaving only the last two to struggle on. One muttered to himself, "I know I'm no match for either of them, but using the aftershocks of their battle to temper myself is a way to improve, too. Heh, soul and sound-wave attacks. They're excellent for tempering the mind."
Hearing that, the other man nodded as well. He wiped the sweat and blood from his forehead and continued gritting his teeth through the assault. Clearly, he had the same idea.
Hua Min'er and Ling Tian heard him and couldn't help laughing. They exchanged a glance, then stopped attacking at the same time. Each took out an instrument—a