"Junior Brother Ming..." Seeing Ming Zhitian's confirming gaze, Guo Qiang said no more and jumped off the stage.
Ming Zhitian looked at Ling Weiao, "Sparring is boring, let's add some stakes."
Ling Weiao sneered, "What do you want?"
Ming Zhitian said, "Nothing much, I'm short on cash lately, do you have any?"
Ling Weiao said, "Fine, if you win, how about I give you three hundred thousand Shenwu coins?"
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly, "So stingy, let's make it five hundred thousand."
Ling Weiao actually burst out laughing, "Kid, don't be so arrogant, are you sure you can win?"
Ming Zhitian retorted, "A real man is straightforward, just say yes or no."
Ling Weiao said, "Alright, if you win, I'll give you five hundred thousand Shenwu coins."
Ming Zhitian said, "Wait, how do I know you have that much money?"
"You look down on me?" Ling Weiao was somewhat angered.
Jie Qingxia smoothed things over, "I'll vouch for Senior Brother Ling, he has the money."
Ling Weiao glanced at Jie Qingxia, saying nothing more, "And if you lose?"
Ming Zhitian said, "No rush, besides five hundred thousand, you'll also have to call me 'Dad'. Hey, do you dare?"
Ling Weiao suppressed his anger, "No problem. If you lose, you get out of Five Peaks Sect! You roll out with your body, no one is allowed to help!"
Ming Zhitian said, "Alright, if I win, you give me five hundred thousand Shenwu coins and call me 'Dad', or you're a scoundrel. If I lose, I'll roll out of Five Peaks Sect with both hands and feet."
Ling Weiao couldn't wait to laugh, "Let's begin."
The man pointed at Ming Zhitian, "Junior Brother, please give me your guidance."
Ming Zhitian cupped his fists, "Please guide me."
The man was puzzled, "I don't bully those who are unarmed, reveal your weapon."
Ming Zhitian held up his fists, "Fists are my weapons, go ahead."
The man felt Ming Zhitian was looking down on him and didn't hold back, launching a killing sword strike directly!
"Sword Stab Nine Directions!"
Ming Zhitian channeled a verdant cold light into his fists, waiting for his opponent, and then threw out a punch! It clashed with the sword technique, neither gaining an advantage.
"This... this kid is only at Qi Cultivation Layer Two, how can he fight to a draw with someone at Ascending Dragon Layer Two?"
As everyone was focused on the stage, Guo Qiang secretly retreated and then slipped away to fetch reinforcements.
It began to rain, raindrops landing on everyone's clothes. Ling Weiao wanted to wave his hand to disperse the artificial rain, but was stopped by Jie Qingxia, "Does Senior Brother Ling want to interfere with this battle?"
Ling Weiao was dismissive, "Of course not, why would Junior Sister say that? I just don't want the rain to get my new clothes wet."
Jie Qingxia said, "If you don't want to get wet, you can just use your qi to block it, why resort to such measures? Besides, with so many people here, you won't be the only one getting wet."
Ling Weiao nodded, "Junior Sister is right."
The man looked at the falling rain and laughed, "Using such a low-level passive technique, truly laughable, utterly so!"
Another sword strike came!
Ming Zhitian dodged, not meeting it head-on, but instead gathering raindrops.
A spatial rift tore open, and two figures appeared high in the sky, looking down at the battle below.
"Master, aren't you going to intervene?" Guo Qiang asked.
Tian Nanjie shook his head, "Not yet, let's watch."
The man first unleashed a dark cold light, then used the same move, his proud swordsmanship: "Sword Stab Nine Directions!"
Ming Zhitian said, "It's time to finish this."
The crowd below was stunned, "What? Talking big?"
Ming Zhitian then sprinkled the water he had gathered in his fists towards the man. The man blocked with his sword, and the water hung suspended to his left and right.
Suddenly! The water droplets connected, fist like water, water like fist. Ming Zhitian channeled his left hand, and a water fist struck towards the man's head.
The man was forced to swing his sword repeatedly to defend. Ming Zhitian seized the opportunity, flashed in front of him, and with a close-range strike from his right hand, the reinforced cold light hit his abdomen, sending him off the stage.
Jie Qingxia's mouth fell open, "What kind of technique is this? Could it be personally taught by Master? We've never seen it before."
Ling Weiao clenched his fist, filled with unwillingness and jealousy, "Damn it, cursed, useless."