"Three Corpses Cave, Nangong Wen!"
On the Bronze Sparrow Platform, Nangong Wen cupped his hands from afar, smiling at Xu Taiping.
Although the dimple in his right cheek softened his handsome face, even that could not conceal the arrogance in his eyes.
"A pleasure."
Xu Taiping's expression remained as still as an ancient well.
Just then, the Black Prison Child spoke again:
"As usual, the competition begins after five tolls of the bell."
He immediately added:
"Until then, no magic power may be used. Violators will forfeit."
Both nodded.
Boom!
Clang! ...
Almost at the same moment the Boy vanished, the bell rang overhead.
Xu Taiping and Nangong Wen's expressions sharpened in unison.
Then Nangong Wen slowly backed away.
Clearly, he was putting distance between himself and Xu Taiping.
Xu Taiping did not move, merely standing motionless where he was.
Clang! ...
After the third toll, Nangong Wen had already retreated to the edge of the arena.
At that distance, even if Xu Taiping could close in with the Wind-Thunder Step, it would consume an enormous amount of magic power.
That would leave him with less magic power to use in his next attack.
After all, even at his current cultivation realm, the magic power he could draw upon in one breath was still limited.
Clang! ...
Just as Xu Taiping was silently considering this, the fourth toll rang out.
For a moment, both Xu Taiping's and Nangong Wen's gazes turned piercing.
Clang! ...
Then the fifth toll sounded.
Almost at the very instant it rang out, a tremendous boom resounded, and Xu Taiping vanished from his spot.
When he reappeared, he was already thirty zhang in front of Nangong Wen.
Boom! ...
The next instant, with an ear-splitting qi explosion, the aura fluctuations around Xu Taiping abruptly surged.
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