[Zhang Zhong of Dragon Head Peak faced Zhou Jing of Little Green Peak.]
[A cold smile played on Zhang Zhong's lips. Pale green spiritual light flowed between his fingers, and wind blades danced across his palm like living things as he toyed with Zhou Jing like a cat with a mouse.]
[The disciples watching below buzzed with discussion. Almost no one expected Zhou Jing to win.]
[Zhang Zhong flicked a finger, sending a wind blade as thin as a cicada's wing skimming across the ground. Zhou Jing had no choice but to leap.]
[A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Zhong's eyes. He brought his hands together to form a seal, and dozens of crescent-shaped wind blades tore through the air, flashing with a chilling light beneath the sun.]
["Let's see how you dodge in midair!" Zhang Zhong sneered. The wind blades wove a net across heaven and earth.]
[Lü Qingyu's heart tightened. There were still too few spells one could use in the Body Shaping Realm. How would you deal with this?]
[The wind blades Zhang Zhong had charged could cut down the Moonshadow Spirit Bamboo behind Little Green Peak. A hit would mean serious injury.]
[At the moment when a thousand pounds hung by a thread, Zhou Jing's figure stopped strangely in midair. Light as willow fluff in the wind, he twisted and slipped through the narrow gaps between the densely packed blades.]
["That was close!" The disciples of Little Green Peak drew in sharp breaths together.]
[Zhang Zhong pressed forward again, forcing you back against the edge of the platform.]
[Dozens more exchanges passed. The wind blades kept coming, each one missing by a hair.]
[The spectators below watched with their hearts in their throats.]
[Just when everyone thought Zhou Jing was about to lose, he suddenly ducked,