Although Ling Tian had defeated Fairy Huan Cai, he hadn't gained any secret arts from fighting her, which left him slightly disappointed. He knew that joining Huan Xin Pavilion was the only way to learn powerful illusions, and that was out of the question. So he had to let it go and continue with the next match.
Gu Ao was the fourth to take the field. The two had fought before, so Ling Tian knew him quite well.
"Heh heh, Daoist Ling Tian, your strength has improved a lot since you reached Heaven God Great Perfection," Gu Ao said with a smile. "Maybe you're no weaker than me in strength now. And you can see me directly, while you're faster than I am. It seems I can't do a thing to you."
"My strength has improved a little, but not by much," Ling Tian replied modestly. "When I sparred with you last time, Daoist Gu Ao, you still had a trump card you hadn't used. If we fought for real, the outcome would still be uncertain."
Though he knew Ling Tian was just being polite, Gu Ao was still delighted. He chuckled. "Daoist Ling Tian, same as before. Rest for a day, then we'll fight."
Ling Tian said no more. He nodded and sat cross-legged.
A day later, Ling Tian fought Gu Ao. The latter's style was domineering: he tore through the void and closed in on Ling Tian, seeking close combat. It was his only chance.
Gu Ao had witnessed just how astonishing Ling Tian's endurance was, and Dao Dissipation Power was troublesome. He knew there was no hope of wearing Ling Tian down, and without getting close, he could never win.
Though Gu Ao had also mastered an extremely long-range secret art—Compressed Void—it required a long time to