Chapter 415: Got Any More Tricks Up Your Sleeve?!
Within the secret realm, the winds and clouds shifted, with the cloud dragon rolling about.
The cloud dragon carried destructive power, attempting to swallow the last six disciples who were holding their ground.
Originally lush forests were now erased by the erosion of Yún Zhōnghé’s sword qi fog, leaving only a patch of grass where the six stood, with everything else reduced to dust.
Yún Zhōnghé’s All-Encompassing was incredibly corrosive, forcing the six to build an impenetrable defensive barrier to counter this erosive force.
So, each of them harnessed their spiritual energy and enveloped themselves in light cocoons, though delicate as gossamer, they were just thin enough to shield against the erosion.
“True to form for prodigies! Their reactions are indeed swift!”
Yún Zhōnghé’s spiritual perception pierced through layers of cloud to accurately capture every minor movement among the six.
Their light cocoons resembled Qin Redleaf’s magical treasure from back at Qingzhu Town, yet since these were manually condensed, they lacked the stability and durability of actual magical treasures. This required high precision control of spiritual energy; any slip could create a hole, and the consumption was astonishingly high.
Yet, even in such dire straits, the six managed to weave their cocoons with perfect seamlessness, almost undetectable, which was truly commendable.
No wonder they’re prodigies.
What amazed Yún Zhōnghé more was that he sensed several tendrils of sword qi, supposedly embedded within the six, being cut off and slowly forced out with some lingering weak traces that floated like wisps inside them without causing significant harm.
Although the All-Encompassing was grandiose, the upgraded Eight Trigram Sword Art that Yún Zhōnghé had mastered far surpassed it in power. The ultra-wide and ultra-long-range strikes were unmatched by most other techniques.
At least, Yún Zhōnghé had never seen such a technique in his past life, studying various sword arts within the game!
But these ponderings had to be shelved momentarily, as the current situation demanded his full attention. The standoff looked grim, making Yún Zhōnghé’s expression turn serious.
These six simply had to go—they needed to eliminate them now while the chance stood to prevent them from regaining breath and retaliating.
Recalling how a momentary slip by Su Xiaoxiao had led to a massive turnaround, one couldn’t fathom what would happen if these six got a chance to strike back. Not only him but Mù Jīxuě and others could potentially be out.
“If only I could up the damage. Perhaps then, I could wipe them all out in one go!”
Yún Zhōnghé pondered as he continuously funneled more sword qi into the Snow Cloud Sword.
Meanwhile, the six also fortified their cocoons incessantly with spiritual energy to keep them stable.
Both had vast reservoirs of spiritual energy,
One minute, two minutes,…
Time ticked away.
The audience outside watched silently, awestruck. These prodigies were truly extraordinary.
Particularly, Yún Zhōnghé!
One guy squashing six!
Can he endure?
Even though it was their first time seeing the All-Encompassing, they could tell the broad and sustained use of sword energy must have taken an enormous toll on his spiritual energy.
Yún Zhōnghé was merely at the initial stage of the Golden Core state—how could he sustain such heavy energy consumption?
Mù Jīxuě and others watching safely, were equally tense.
She was anxious to rush in, but reason advised waiting for Yún Zhōnghé’s plan.
They were here to protect him from interruptions.
Unless Yún Zhōnghé called them, they would stay put.
“It’s all my fault. If only I had listened to Brother Yún, we wouldn’t be here…”
Su Xiaoxiao lamented, her voice shaking.
Lin Zhōngyù gently patted her shoulder, saying comfortingly, “It’s okay, trust him, he’ll handle it. Isn’t that always the case?”
Indeed, every time they faced trouble, Yún Zhōnghé would step up, sorting it out for them. In their hearts, he had become an omnipotent figure.
They believed in Yún Zhōnghé.
Then, Yún Zhōnghé’s body quivered slightly—an imperceptible action that caused the onlookers’ anxiety to spike.
Could he not take it? Was he about to lose?
Suddenly, his Golden Core reacted intensely!
Spiritual energy, nearly drained, surged fiercely!
“All-Encompassing · Mountain Sea Style!”
Yún Zhōnghé roared as the Snow Cloud Sword transformed once again, radiating an ancient and mysterious energy!
“He’s still escalating!”
“Wow, where did he get all this energy?”
People watching murmured in shock.
Even the six, battling against him, were bewildered.
What was going on?
Was the erosion getting stronger?
Did this guy hold back!
His spiritual energy seemed inexhaustible, drawn from some endless abyss, constantly refilling.
When it came to recuperation, no one could match him!
Because Yun was bound to Huáng Àotiān’s cultivation, his core nine-veined gold core recovered at an unparalleled speed!
Although the six were also elites, their cores weren’t inferior, with five or six veins at a minimum.
Even so, a mere one-vein gap meant a big difference.
With the advantage of his golden core, Yún Zhōnghé could weather the storm longer!
Crack—
Suddenly, one of the elites couldn’t hold it anymore—their energy depleted, their body pushed to its limits. The structure of their light cocoon cracked.
A thread of sword qi swiftly seeped in, throwing that person out.
Four remain!
“To my fellow disciples, quit now, or I’ll use my ultimate move—don’t blame me if you get seriously harmed!”
Yún Zhōnghé warned them.
Ultimate move?
This guy wasn’t at the end of his rope yet?
Was there still some hidden trick?
The remaining five showed disbelief on their faces upon hearing his surrender offer.
“Listen, we must band together now, otherwise, none of us will escape!”
“Right, that guy’s more stubborn than we thought. If we keep this up, it won’t be good for us.”
“Let’s defeat him first before any further rivalry!”
They exchanged glances amongst themselves, reaching a consensus. Determination flashed in their eyes.
