Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 180 - 140: How to Defeat the Cheating Bastard at Rolling Meatballs

Silence, darkness.

Wanxiang Heavenly Attraction, a modern top-tier cultivation technique, directly pointing to the essence of gravity.

Heavenly Song, a modern top-tier cultivation technique, directly pointing to the essence of electromagnetic force.

The basic techniques of both opponents were almost Dao-like in nature, inherently possessing considerable power. In the heat of battle, each had employed their strongest moves. Ai Changyuan’s move was the Absolute Skill created by the Yuanli Master himself, "Sky Collapsing." If mastered to a profound degree, a single strike could tear heaven and earth asunder. Wu Shiqin had used a half-mastered technique, "Do you not see the eternal existence of Lieque’s trembling form?" This had doubled the destructive power of their clash.

The result of these two techniques colliding was a small disruption within the scope of their mana’s influence, where the four fundamental forces experienced some minor chaos. To the whole of heaven and earth, such turmoil was negligible, but given how rudimentary the four fundamental forces are, even the slightest disturbance could lead to the nonexistence of heaven and earth.

Where the aftermath of their exchange had spread, that was precisely the situation. With gravity and electromagnetic forces disrupted, light could not propagate according to normal physical laws, and naturally, the crowd could not see.

Fortunately, both Ai and Wu were cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Stage and could not truly shake the existence inherent in the creation of the cosmos termed the four spirits. The darkness came quickly, and it dissipated just as fast.

Soon, the darkness scattered, and the two reappeared. Wu Shiqin kneeled, facing the sky, right arm extended upward in a supporting gesture, as though a Heavenly Immortal was raising a chalice in a heavy toast. Ai Changyuan, returned to his usual unremarkable self, casually strolled to the edge of the arena with hands clasped behind his back.

Mao Zimiao’s face showed great disappointment, her ears drooping. Even though a victory seemed unlikely, she had still hoped her friend could win this round. Now, however, the outcome was clear for all.

Even if the referee didn’t declare Shiqin’s loss, that guy could easily stroll over and deliver the final blow...

Just then, Wu Shiqin lowered her right hand, attempting to stand and fight again. After lowering her right hand, Wu Shiqin’s face turned much paler, as if she was enduring great pain.

Ai Changyuan said, "You might as well keep your hand raised. The mana I forced into your arm will disrupt your blood flow, creating a tidal effect, and you might die. Maintaining that position just now allows you to use the earth’s gravity to offset some of the mana’s effects."

The tidal effect, a phenomenon where different parts of an object experience varying gravitational forces, causing the object to feel as though it was being torn apart by forces in different directions. In Wang Qi’s previous universe, such a phenomenon only appeared on celestial bodies, or in areas near massive celestial entities like black holes or neutron stars.

If blood experienced a tidal effect, it would destroy bodily tissues, leading to complete systemic failure. No matter how robust the physique, no one could withstand destruction from within. And the more power a cultivator’s blood contained, the more devastating the effect. This was the reason why during the era when the Yuanli Master reigned supreme, martial cultivators and body cultivators who relied on flesh and willpower almost vanished from existence.

Wu Shiqin bit her lip, silent, slowly collapsing to the ground.

Suddenly, the Langde Immortal Institute erupted into loud cheers. After witnessing Wang Qi’s dazzling seven consecutive victories, these tough beings, who had always fought against the Demon Clan since the beginning of their cultivation, felt a hint of crisis.

Ai Changyuan ignored the cheering crowd and said to Wu Shiqin, "You did well. Hope we’ll have a chance to compete again... or rather, I hope we get the chance to study together in the future."

Mao Zimiao grabbed Wang Qi, "Xiao Qi, you’re not competing next, right? Let’s go check on Shiqin... Your expression is so strange, meow!"

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Wang Qi’s face was stiff: "How am I supposed to explain to you how terrifying an enemy that can ’mold dumplings’ is?"

Sky Collapsing Palm, a supreme martial art of the Immortals, the absolute skill of the Yuanli Master. Originally, such a move was impossible for a cultivator in the Qi Cultivation Stage to execute. However, after Taiyi Heavenly Venerable further revealed the essence of gravity through the Shape Comparison Technique, this move was simplified. What Ai Changyuan had done was to depict the distortion of space through Riemannian geometry, picturing the essence of gravity.

Riemannian geometry is surface geometry, and naturally, as Ai Changyuan exercised the Sky Collapsing Palm, it relied on his hands tracing the curves—the spectacle was visually stunning! That’s what one would call ’dumpling molding’, right?

And then there was Wu Shiqin — conjuring a Thunder Strike in her right hand, also appearing alongside the ’dumpling molding’... That had to be Brother Tiandao’s twisted sense of humor!

Should they look forward to a pink-haired being rushing in saying "Stop fighting," or imagine each of them getting one hand blown off...

It took Wang Qi quite a while to suppress these bizarre thoughts, as he followed Mao Zimiao to check on Wu Shiqin.

Ai Qinglan, who was on standby, was personally treating Wu Shiqin. Even she did not dare to underestimate the technique left by the Yuanli Master, promptly neutralizing the alien magic power in Wu Shiqin’s arm. But to ensure safety, Wu Shiqin had to maintain her arm-raised posture. This made the usually solemn Law Enforcer feel somewhat embarrassed.

After leaving Ai Qinglan’s side, it was noon. Since this was the Martial Arts Examination, the Immortal Alliance had specifically allowed one hour for everyone to rest. Mao Zimiao, with Wang Zhenqi still half-asleep, left her with Ai Qinglan and joined Wang Qi to find a restaurant on the street for a meal.

On the way, the cat-eared girl noticed Wang Qi’s expression was a bit grave and asked, "What’s wrong, Xiao Qi?"

"I have a feeling that I will have an inevitable duel with Ai Changyuan tomorrow."

"That’s hardly a premonition, meow."

In the martial examination of the joint colleges, two disciples that are about to compete would inevitability be closely ranked. Wang Qi was unquestionably Xinyue Immortal Institute’s top disciple, and Langde Immortal Institute could not possibly have anyone more formidable than Ai Changyuan. These two clashing was completely normal.

Wang Qi nodded gravely, "This person is not below me."

"Of course, meow, that’s the descendant of the Yuanli Master! I’ve never seen you beat Shiqin so badly before!"

Wang Qi snorted, "But, I have a big advantage this time around."

Mao Zimiao was surprised. She couldn’t fathom why Wang Qi could be so confident against such a strong opponent.

Facing the cat-eared girl’s questioning, Wang Qi smiled, slightly sheepishly. Without the progression he had made earlier, he would never dare to use the trump card of "This person is not below me," but after watching today’s battle between Wu Shiqin and Ai Changyuan, he felt a bit more certain of his stance.

Even Wang Qi himself had not foreseen that his biggest reliance in his match against Ai Changyuan would be a product of pure luck—the Spirit Treasure Fractal Map that governed his soul.

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