The Quest for Immortality

The face was burning, the head buzzing, Wu Ming was completely stunned.

”Is this... the Fireball Technique?”

”So far apart, how did it hit me in an instant?” .

He couldn’t understand. Clearly, what he saw before his eyes was just a wisp of fire, just a vague, unformed fireball.

Yet in the next instant, this fireball had already exploded on his face?

What kind of speed is this?

Moreover, could this really be the Fireball Technique?

This force, this recoil, is way too ”fierce”, isn’t it? It was like a ”cannonball”, making one’s scalp tingle.

With the Dao Discussion Jade protecting them, disciples in the sword discussion wouldn’t take direct damage.

But the lingering burn and pain, as well as the impact, could still be felt.

This fireball was extremely tricky, catching him off guard.

Wu Ming was almost knocked down by this blast, stumbling a few steps before he barely managed to stabilize himself, shaking his head for a long time to snap out of the shock of the Fireball Technique.

Then Wu Ming’s eyelid twitched violently, and he shouted in his heart:

”Not good!”

He immediately looked up, and sure enough, he saw a sword aura as clear as moonlight was gathering.

Linghu Xiao, who had been suppressed the entire match, was already enraged and wouldn’t let Wu Ming go.

He and Mo Hua cooperated flawlessly. While Mo Hua used the Fireball Technique to buy time, Linghu Xiao had already begun to gather energy.

By the time Wu Ming came to his senses, the sword aura was fully charged.

Linghu Xiao’s gaze was cold as he looked at Wu Ming, as if looking at a dead man. With a clear shout, he swung his longsword, cleaving out a Zhang-length Chongxu sword light.

This sword light was incredibly sharp.

Wu Ming was no fool and immediately wanted to run.

The effect of the Iron Armor Talisman was still in place, able to reduce the power of the sword aura, but he didn’t want to take Linghu Xiao’s sword head-on.

A sword light cleaved by a Sword Dao Genius, seen once in five hundred years, was definitely not a joke.

If he could just dodge this sword light, Linghu Xiao would exhaust his spiritual power and become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The others would only be fish on the chopping block.

He could then settle the score with that kid who used the Fireball Technique to sneak attack him.

Wu Ming turned, tapped his foot on the ground, and tried to escape like flowing fire.

But at that moment, a whistling sound tore through the air.

A fireball traced a straight red light, striking Wu Ming’s back even before the sound broke through the air.

”Damn it, what the hell is this...”

Wu Ming was furious, but his body, struck like this, couldn’t help but lose balance and tumble to the ground.

The surging Chongxu sword aura arrived instantly, fiercely cleaving onto him.

On Wu Ming’s body, ethereal blue light emerged, resisting the power of the Chongxu sword aura, but at the same time, the glow of the Dao Discussion Jade on his forehead rapidly faded.

Finally, the glow disappeared, and the Dao Discussion Jade shattered.

Wu Ming turned pale, but was powerless.

With a flash of ethereal light, his figure completely vanished, being transported out of the sword discussion arena.

Wu Ming was defeated.

Linghu Xiao held his sword in one hand, gasping heavily.

Though he was a Sword Dao Genius, with very powerful sword aura, this ”strength” was just cultivation strength.

Actual combat is ever-changing, with completely different circumstances.

He then personally realized what his Junior Brother had told him, that a strong cultivator must not only have powerful combat strength but also strong practical combat ability.

His Junior Brother also mentioned a strange term called:

Practical Combat Rate.

Being powerful, combined with a high practical combat rate, makes for a truly powerful cultivator.

If one has profound cultivation, excellent swordsmanship, but lacks practical experience, can’t withstand pressure, and becomes helpless when targeted, they would only be a ”paper tiger” weakling.

Even if the combat strength is strong, if you can’t perform in battle, it’s tantamount to being useless.

Through the Sword Discussion Conference, using competition as training, clashing with prodigies, dealing with various situations, improving practical combat experience, increasing the practical combat conversion of swordsmanship, fully utilizing the power of the Chongxu Sword Skill, one could become a truly powerful sword cultivator in the future.

This was also Junior Brother’s expectation and plan for him.

Linghu Xiao calmed his mind, silently contemplating the gains and losses, then raised his sword, pointing to the remaining four cultivators from the Spirit Talisman Sect.

His spiritual power was nearly depleted, but now, it was five against four, and the outcome was decided.

With Wu Ming defeated, Linghu Xiao freed his hand to join the other battles. Even with his spiritual power nearly exhausted, the situation instantly became one-sided.

Mo Hua added a few more fireballs, and the sword discussion was over.

The Taixu Gate won.

Above the canvas, the figures of Mo Hua and his companions gradually disappeared.

The audience outside quieted for a moment, then scattered discussions broke out:

”Linghu Xiao is still strong...”

”The Taixu Gate narrowly won a round...”

”That Mo Hua, he’s indeed something, his Fireball Technique seems... quite decent?”

”Yes, not bad,” someone nodded and said, ”In a stalemate, his Fireball Technique broke the deadlock, saving his teammates from peril.”

Some didn’t agree: ”Isn’t it possible that it’s because of him that his teammates were in peril in the first place?”

”If they replaced him with someone else, they could’ve won a five-on-five easily, why drag it out so long?”

”Besides, using a mere Fireball Technique, isn’t it basic?”

”Any cultivator with even a trace of fire in their spiritual root should know a Fireball Technique, right?”

”Which family of prodigious disciples have you seen relying on the Fireball Technique in the Sword Discussion Conference? Aren’t they afraid of being a laughing stock...”

”But his Fireball Technique seems somewhat different... carries a hint of peculiarity...” someone pondered.

Hearing this, many meticulous cultivators showed thoughtful expressions.