Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2125 Chapter 1003: Making a Move (Part 4)

Calling it shameless would be an understatement.

However, in this sword discussion, should he secure the victory, nobody would utter a word of protest.

Even climbing atop his ally's back to strike down Taixu Gate's prodigy would still count as a legitimate "win."

Yet that's insufficient.

Wu Ming produced a jade talisman gleaming in dark silver, and upon shattering it, a radiant iron glow quickly enveloped his entire frame, crafting a protective "iron armor."

Top-Grade Iron Armor Talisman.

This rare talisman, once activated by crushing, gathers spiritual power into sturdy iron armor capable of warding off Sword Qi strikes.

Each participant in the sword discussion may select just one talisman.

Linghu Xiao had opted for the "Golden Body Talisman," whereas Wu Ming selected the custom "Iron Armor Talisman" from the Spirit Talisman Sect.

Its intent was squarely aimed at countering Linghu Xiao.

Under the Iron Armor Talisman's shield, for a full quarter-hour, it could substantially lessen the harm from Linghu Xiao's Sword Qi assaults.

Wu Ming aimed to clinch the battle within that brief window.

This chance was equally precious for him.

His spiritual power surged to full throttle, pushing his Taoist skill to maximum output.

Glazed Fire Fist unleashed, every strike bursting with ferocious flames, punch after punch descending like a fiery downpour upon Linghu Xiao.

The majority of those blazing blows got parried by the sword's glow.

Nevertheless, a few landed solidly on Linghu Xiao, gradually draining into the Dao Discussion Jade he wore.

Linghu Xiao clenched his teeth, enduring the onslaught.

Wu Ming, in contrast, battled with increasing ferocity, his drive surging like a piercing rainbow at peaks.

Right then, the spectators beyond the arena, witnessing this turn, felt their pulses race.

Linghu Xiao's defeat looms!

Though they harbored disdain for Taixu Gate, deeming it doomed largely due to that unworthy Formation Leader,

for a Sword Dao prodigy such as Linghu Xiao, who toiled relentlessly and shouldered the team solo, most cultivators secretly respected him deep down.

Observing Linghu Xiao now cornered and pummeled, a wave of unease washed over them.

Contemplating his impending loss stirred even deeper sorrow and anguish in their chests.

"Heaven envies the gifted!"

"Cursed by the era of his birth!"

"What misfortune for such a promising talent to land in Taixu Gate..."

Within the arena, Wu Ming's face lit up with smug victory.

Overpowering and thrashing a prodigy like Linghu Xiao was plenty to swell his ego with satisfaction.

Bolstered by the Iron Armor Talisman, continuing this way guaranteed Linghu Xiao's downfall.

Should he activate the Golden Body Talisman and unleash elite killing techniques with his sword arts to clash directly, it posed no real threat.

Besides, his spiritual power was depleted by now; doubt lingered if he could even muster a finishing blow, and even if he tried, the buildup for power accumulation and Condense Qi would give me ample time to obliterate him.

At worst, mutual destruction.

Yet with the Iron Armor Talisman safeguarding me briefly, surviving a single sword strike from him likely wouldn't prove fatal.

"I can take him down!"

This realization ignited Wu Ming's fervor further, his strikes intensifying as he sought to crush Linghu Xiao completely, leaving him to perish in bitter defeat...

Precisely then, Mo Hua at the edge released a faint sigh.

He understood; the end had come.

This simple strategy had reached its limit, demanding a shift for what followed.

Mo Hua gradually lifted his arm, his pale hand slipping free from the sleeve at last, fingers outstretched in a pinch.

Numerous keen-sighted cultivators ringside spotted this instantly via the vast Phantom Painting.

They watched as Mo Hua, the idle onlooker, at long last drew his hand from hiding.

Every heart pounded with unexplained force.

"Is Taixu Gate's Formation Leader about to act at last?"

"His debut move at the Sword Discussion Conference?"

"With things this dire, what scheme does he have? What could he possibly achieve?"

A sudden tension gripped their cores.

In the arena, Wu Ming's bloodthirsty zeal detected this oddity the instant Mo Hua's hand rose.

He had merely "dismissed" Mo Hua, but that hardly meant erasing him from awareness.

The sword discussion pitted five against each other.

Merely, Taixu Gate's "Formation Leader" had contributed zilch so far, resembling "trash."

Thus, the crowd had overlooked his existence entirely.

But now, his hand was up.

"What's his intention?"

A flicker of unease stirred in Wu Ming's chest.

Then, from his peripheral vision, a spark of flame danced; a rudimentary skill array took shape, prompting his immediate scoff.

"Fireball Technique?"

"No more than a basic Fireball Technique?"

"From that range, attempting a fireball..."

In a flash, Wu Ming's thoughts exploded with a "boom," as though a blazing orb, hurtling at unimaginable velocity beyond his perception, slammed straight into his skull...