Just as Tie Zheng said, this is merely a "sparring session".
In the arena, it’s not just the two of them, there are other Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and another Golden Core.
If the two of them fight to the death, wouldn’t it allow Lu Zeng to reap the benefits like a fisherman?
Tie Zheng and Ao Pan are naturally not foolish.
The two of them walked up to Lu Zeng together.
Lu Zeng’s face was solemn, feeling things were looking bad.
Tie Zheng spoke first, in a stiff tone, "This friend, did you obtain the seventh weapon? If so, why not show it directly."
Ao Pan nodded, "That’s right, there’s no need for further sparring."
The two had just exchanged blows for a little while and discovered that when fighting against cultivators of the same level, the Mysterious Armor was not durable, already full of dents and pits.
It’s worth knowing they had just used the only chance in the Xingyun Trial to repair and maintain their Mysterious Armor.
And the third round had just begun; they certainly didn’t want to be the first to face having no weapons to use.
Listening to these words, Lu Zeng frowned deeply, "To you, fellow cultivators, who wants to go first? Whoever moves first, I’ll focus on them!"
Lu Zeng couldn’t take out the seventh Mysterious Armor because he hadn’t succeeded.
In this situation, he could only show fierceness to possibly maintain his own interests.
But the next moment, Tie Zheng and Ao Pan exchanged glances, seeing the intent in each other’s eyes.
"In that case..." Ao Pan smiled slightly, cupping his hands toward Lu Zeng.
Tie Zheng followed, "Forgive us, friend."
The two made an agreement, then attacked simultaneously!
Lu Zeng sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to fight.
As the battle began, Tie Zheng and Ao Pan gained the upper hand due to their advantageous numbers; they were Body Cultivation and Martial Cultivators, skilled in advancing, whereas Lu Zeng was a genuine Mechanism Cultivator, forced to retreat continuously.
Ning Zhuo’s eyes reflected the advance and retreat clashes among the trio, analyzing in his mind, "The combat strength of Tie Zheng and Ao Pan here is presumably top-notch."
"Now, the first and second top masters have teamed up to deal with the third master, which is a wise decision."
"If it were me, I would do the same."
Watching the sparks from the battle erupting and the constant damage to the cave during their moves, Ning Zhuo also assessed his own combat prowess.
"Lu Zeng’s Mechanical Techniques realm is at least Master Level! If he also had the seventh Mysterious Armor, the situation would become very complex. It might lead to the formation of the Three Golden Pills alliance to first eliminate other cultivators."
"Any one of them is stronger than me. The current situation is relatively advantageous for me."
Each of the three Golden Core Cultivators is several hundred years old, whereas Ning Zhuo is barely in his teens, hardly a fraction of their age.
Martial combat close-up has never been Ning Zhuo’s primary focus, so it’s perfectly normal not to compare!
"Lu Zeng’s defeat seems inevitable."
"Once he’s eliminated, will the remaining two Golden Cores team up against us, or will they turn against each other?"
Ning Zhuo tried to analyze the personalities of Tie Zheng and Ao Pan.
"Tie Zheng is a solitary hunter and loner on the mountain. Ao Pan is skilled in using a long whip, with a combat style that avoids the enemy’s sharpness, responding with softness."
"Neither of them are ones to shy away from discord, making it very likely they’ll team up against us Foundation Establishment Cultivators!"
Ning Zhuo’s thoughts flashed like lightning, swiftly scanning the surroundings.
The Foundation Establishment Cultivators gazed at each other, already itching to act.
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, "The best strategy right now is for the Foundation Establishment Cultivators to ally together, resisting the two Golden Core Cultivators."
"But... it’s not very likely."
Ning Zhuo’s gaze fixed on Ban Ji, who was glaring back at Ning Zhuo.
"Kill him."
"Everyone, let’s attack together, take him down first!"
"Whoever starts internal conflict is nothing but a grandson. After joining the Myriad Images Sect, becoming fellow disciples, I’ll despise them for a lifetime."
Many cultivators shouted to each other, mutually restraining, forming an alliance army to collectively charge at — Zhang Wangxing!
Zhang Wangxing: ??!!
Leaning on his main cultivation "Blood and Flesh Transformation Scripture," he triumphed all the way in the early stages, but suffered tremendous losses with the fourth Mysterious Armor.
By the sixth piece, he could only endure being beaten passively, barely dragging on until the opening of the third round.
When he arrived at the cave, he was nothing but a heap of muddled flesh, enveloped in several pieces of bronze artifacts.
Fortunately, this period was exclusively for resting, and weapon repair, prohibiting cultivators from attacking each other.
Zhang Wangxing utilized this opportunity to reshape his body, taking a heavy breath.
But he didn’t expect that when the chaotic battle began, he would be the first cultivator to suffer collective fire.
"No... I got beaten in the second round, and in the third round, I still get beaten?!"
"In the second round, only one weapon attacked me, but in the third round, five or six cultivators, two or three dozen weapons attack me?!"
"Do they really think I’m easy to bully?!!"
Zhang Wangxing’s eyes were blood-red, roaring in anger, fiercely counterattacking with five pieces of Mysterious Armor.
Everyone became excited.
"Look quickly, he only has five pieces!"
(Zhang Wangxing roared, "You only have five pieces too!")
"He’s the weakest!"
(Zhang Wangxing yelled, "You’re the weak one, you’re the weakest!")
"Take him down first, take him down first."
(Zhang Wangxing angrily, "Come on, come on, whoever strikes first, I’ll pound you!")
"Mr. Zhang, why don’t you just surrender? I rather not gang up on you."
(Zhang Wangxing furious, "Hypocritical to the extreme! You’re hitting the hardest!")
Several heavy Bronze Battle Axes chop down fiercely, sharp Bronze Longsword moves cunningly, Copper Hammer whirling, wrapped in violent wind, aimed straight at Zhang Wangxing’s head.
The cultivators showed no restraint. The Xuan Armor Cave with its Great Array can effectively prevent serious injury or death to a cultivator. This has been proven countless times in the Xingyun Trial.
Soon, Zhang Wangxing’s newly replaced, wide gray robe was pierced and slashed into tatters, hanging in pieces over his body like ragged cloths.
Zhang Wangxing forced to stride his bare leg, running quickly within the cave.
Running from left to right, and from right to left.
A swarm of cultivators followed behind him.
Crack!
A Bronze Longsword viciously pierced his left chest, where Zhang Wangxing’s heart was not located.
Two Bronze Battle Axes cleaved down almost simultaneously! One towards his collapsed and exposed neck, the other towards his torso. Zhang Wangxing had no escape and at the critical moment, his upper body bent violently to the right.
The spine made a teeth-grinding crunch sound, as if forcibly snapped by an invisible giant hand.
The axe aimed at the neck merely sheared off a few tendrils. The axe aimed at the torso cut deep into his left ribs.
Zhang Wangxing struggled for a sprint, but then a Copper Hammer hit his back.
Spurt!
Zhang Wangxing gasped, spraying out a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
At this moment, he happened to run near to Ban Ji.
"Young Master Ban Ji, help me, just once! I’ll repay you, I definitely will."
Zhang Wangxing pleaded to Ban Ji.
Ban Ji decisively retreated.
Zhang Wangxing stubbornly tried to approach, but was forced back by Rust Disaster Craftsman’s relentless attack.
Unable to do anything, Zhang Wangxing had to switch directions and continue fleeing.
He struggled to escape, approaching Ning Zhuo, dragging his heavily injured body, pleading, "Young Master Ning Zhuo, my lord! Save me, save me. I’m willing to be your servant, and help you deal with Ban Ji without compensation."
"I just need you to lend me a hand, just a hand!"
"To lose now, I am too unwilling, too unwilling!!"
Ning Zhuo shook his head wordlessly, and dodged.
He remembered that outside the Xuan Armor Cave, when he first communicated with Zhang Wangxing, the latter demanded a high price, even threatened Ning Zhuo, claiming Zhang Wangxing might be employed by Ban Ji.
Now the situation had evolved into this.
It was indeed somewhat awkward!
Zhang Wangxing’s reputation was poor, and Ning Zhuo certainly wouldn’t risk public anger to support a cultivator he had just met.
However, just as he moved backwards, Zhang Wangxing suddenly burst forth with energy, tossing a chain.
"Ning Zhuo, where are you going!"
At the same time, the cultivators chasing from behind Zhang Wangxing, a few simultaneously reached out towards Ning Zhuo.
This was a trap!!