Chapter 90

Seeing this, the people of the Spirit Driving Gate knew that the current competition was advantageous to their side, and they all cheered loudly. |www..com| They all believed that Chen Deng had a sure victory, and the defeat of the Luoxia Sect was just a matter of time.

However, when the people of the Luoxia Sect saw that Qin Fengming had only summoned two magical artifacts to block all the attacks, they immediately felt relieved.

They all knew that Qin Fengming could simultaneously control three magical artifacts. As long as he summoned one more, defeating the opponent would be an extremely easy task. Therefore, they also cheered loudly, their shouts not at all weaker than those of the Spirit Driving Gate.

Both sides of the Spirit Driving Gate and the Luoxia Sect had the same mindset, both showing a confident demeanor. The two people on the field also had a clear understanding in their hearts.

Chang Wu, seeing that the opponent made no further moves, knew that the opponent would not summon any more magical artifacts, and thus confidently directed the two spirit beasts to attack Qin Fengming. At the same time, he laughed without restraint:

"Ha ha ha, this fellow of the Luoxia Sect, you might as well admit defeat early. Under the attacks of my two spirit beasts, you won't last long. Once your spiritual power is exhausted, it will be too late to admit defeat."

Hearing this, Qin Fengming also chuckled: "There's no need for you to worry, Fellow Daoist. I still feel that my spiritual power is abundant. How about this, let's see who runs out of spiritual power first."

After saying this, he sat cross-legged on the ground. At the same time, a jade bottle appeared in his hand. He flipped the bottle, and a Qi-replenishing pill appeared in his hand. He put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and began to absorb it.

When cultivators drive magical artifacts or spirit beasts against enemies, as long as their divine sense is always connected to the magical artifacts or spirit beasts, they can continuously replenish their own magical power to the magical artifacts, ensuring that their spiritual power does not diminish, thus maintaining their attack power. However, this is only possible as long as their own magical power exists. Once their own magical power is exhausted, the magical artifacts will no longer be under the control of the cultivator and will lose all attack power.

Driving magical artifacts also consumes a significant amount of one's own magical power. Therefore, among Qi Gathering stage cultivators, it is common for one party to run out of magical power. If one's realm is one level higher than the opponent, their magical power will be much deeper, giving them a higher chance of winning in a battle.

Driving spirit beasts does not consume much of a cultivator's spiritual power, but it does consume divine sense. Although the consumption of divine sense is usually minimal, over time, it becomes unbearable for Qi Gathering stage cultivators.

It is said that some special spirit beasts require even more divine sense from the cultivator. If such a spirit beast is driven by a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, it might only take one or two breaths to deplete their divine sense.

Seeing the opponent sit on the ground and close his eyes to meditate, Chang Wu, though he still did not know why the opponent was so calm, began to feel a sense of unease.

He used his divine sense to carefully scan Qin Fengming again, confirming that the opponent was indeed at the Ninth Layer of the Qi Gathering stage. This reassured him somewhat, and he began to vigorously drive the two spirit beasts to attack fiercely.

Under his command, the two spirit beasts continuously attacked the silver shield. He did not know what material the opponent's magical artifact was made of, but under the attacks of the two spirit beasts, it showed no signs of weakening, which made Chang Wu increasingly anxious.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed. Qin Fengming still sat on the ground, seemingly not moving an inch. The two magical artifacts remained full of spiritual power, showing no signs of weakening.

Another half an hour passed, and the situation remained the same. Qin Fengming had not opened his eyes for an entire hour, as if he had entered a state of emptiness, without self or enemy.

The spectators from both sides, who had initially been shouting continuously, later began to insult each other, and finally, they sat cross-legged on the ground, losing even the desire to speak.

Both sides were very puzzled.

The people of the Spirit Driving Gate were puzzled that a mere Ninth Layer Qi Gathering stage cultivator could withstand such intense attacks and still show no signs of fatigue.

The people of the Luoxia Sect were puzzled that Qin Fengming, who clearly had the ability to summon another magical artifact and easily defeat the opponent, had not shown any intention of doing so.

While others were surprised, the most shocked was Chang Wu himself.

According to common sense, the opponent should have run out of magical power long ago. However, the opponent showed no signs of change, and the two magical artifacts remained full of spiritual power, as if they had never consumed any spiritual power.

Seeing the opponent's focused demeanor, Chang Wu began to feel a sense of panic.

Time continued to pass, and the spectators' doubts grew. However, the people of the Luoxia Sect, seeing that Qin Fengming occasionally opened his eyes and glanced at Chang Wu with a sly look, finally felt reassured. They all thought that this must be a deliberate act by Qin Fengming.

At the beginning, Uncle Hao had been closely watching both sides, but seeing Qin Fengming's actions, he was also taken aback. However, he soon nodded, closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged fifty feet away, no longer paying attention to the two.

Uncle Hao believed that Qin Fengming's first victory was due to his clever use of unusual movements to subdue the opponent. But now, Qin Fengming, with his Ninth Layer Qi Gathering stage cultivation, was resisting a peak Qi Gathering stage cultivator and competing in the depth of magical power, which was entirely due to his intelligence.

Seeing this, Uncle Hao nodded in approval, greatly praising the young cultivator of the Luoxia Sect. He clearly saw that the young man was continuously taking some kind of pill, though he did not know what it was, he judged that it must be a pill to increase magical power.

As time passed, Chang Wu became increasingly panicked. He felt that his magical power was decreasing, and his divine sense consumption was increasing. He was no longer as calm as before.

Three hours later, Chang Wu sat on the ground with a pale face, the two spirit beasts had disappeared, and the magical artifact had lost its spiritual power and been retracted. He looked at the opponent with a blank expression, as if he were looking at a monster.

The people of the Spirit Driving Gate looked at the scene in disbelief. The opponent, with his Ninth Layer Qi Gathering stage cultivation, had actually competed in magical power with a peak Qi Gathering stage cultivator and won. This was something they had never even imagined.

Qin Fengming stood up from the ground, put away his magical artifact, and bowed to Chang Wu, chuckling: "Fellow Daoist Chang, I must thank you for your courtesy. In the end, the victory still belongs to me."

Chang Wu looked at him, muttering for a long time, but could not say a word.

Two people from the Spirit Driving Gate came forward to help the exhausted Chang Wu out of the arena. At the same time, they looked at Qin Fengming in surprise. Even now, they did not know how the opponent's magical power seemed inexhaustible. Could the opponent be a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator?

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