The challenge began. At Po Qiong's suggestion, Ling Tian used clones with the same attributes as his opponents. He easily sealed the first one. Watching the man stumble onto the arena, he didn't press the attack. He hovered in the air, looking down at him, his eyes icy.
Seeing that Ling Tian didn't attack again, the man let out a quiet breath of relief. He wasn't stupid; he knew he'd been sealed. He was now like an ordinary mortal, unable to use any energy, and there was no doubt he'd lost the match. But since he couldn't concede, he stood on the arena and looked at Ling Tian. "I can't fight anymore. You won't..."
At Wen Yan's words, Ling Tian smiled faintly. "Relax. I won't stoop to bullying a junior. All right, you've lost. Go rest on the sidelines. Hmph, watch how I teach your senior and junior brothers a lesson, so they learn to respect their elders."
Ling Tian's teasing words infuriated the Thunderclap Pavilion cultivators, but they'd known from the start that the first fight wouldn't pose any threat to him, so they accepted it. The defeated cultivator turned and left.
"How are you, Li Ling? Do you feel anything wrong?" Lin Ming asked urgently.
"Reporting to Young Master Sun, I feel fine. I've just been sealed and can't use any energy." Li Ling shook his head and answered honestly. He looked at Lin Ming. "Young Master Sun, you're very knowledgeable. Could you see if Ling Tian placed some kind of curse on me?"
At Wen Yan's words, Lin Ming's brow furrowed slightly. He reached out to examine Li Ling. After a moment, he let out a quiet breath of relief. "It's nothing. I don't sense any strange aura. It's an ordinary sealing restriction, just a little more