Chapter 832: Unity Is Strength

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“So, little sister, have you learned?” Meng Jingzhou leaped onto the canopy, draining the juice Meng Jingyu had been about to drink in a single gulp.

Meng Jingyu glared at her brother with a resentful expression, remaining silent for a brief moment before speaking. “Then why don't we set up an underground casino and bet that Ning Fan will win?”

Meng Jingzhou waved his hand dismissively. “Our Meng family may balance official ties and commerce, but we cannot engage in illegal and undisciplined behavior.”

The little puppet’s swordsmanship was exceptionally exquisite; Sun Chuanxian had met many sword cultivators, but never had he seen one possess such sheer technique.

“Ice Dragons Emerging from the Sea!” Sun Chuanxian roared, conjuring two ice dragons that exhaled freezing breath, icing over the ground and coating the overhead leaves in frost.

The little puppet continued to swing its small wooden sword with cheerful cries, forming a rudimentary domain of the sword path around itself, rendering neither the dragon breath nor the extreme cold capable of harming it!

“Ning Fan, I never expected you to hold such a card up your sleeve!” Sun Chuanxian’s perception of Ning Fan shifted; despite fighting Ning Fan so many times, Ning Fan had never exposed his identity as a puppeteer, and upon taking the stage, he even used the puppet's cute appearance to mislead him—what deep calculating schemes!

Ning Fan was also astonished, never expecting the little puppet to be so capable in battle; this half-million spent was truly worth it.

“It seems my greatest rival in this tournament is you! With this technique, I fear even Lu Yang would face a bitter struggle if they crossed paths!”

The second round of matches was taking place simultaneously, and Sun Chuanxian noticed that Lu Yang, bound to a chair, kept his gaze fixed in this direction, indicating that he also thought highly of Ning Fan’s puppetry technique!

Lu Yang had always maintained that one gets what they pay for; since Ning Fan had spent five hundred thousand spirit stones, his own service had to be worthy of that cost, and thus he controlled the puppet avatar with absolute seriousness.

“Slash!”

The little puppet gave a soft cry and severed the heads of the two frost dragons, then slammed like a small hammer, knocking Sun Chuanxian right out of the arena.

“Ning Fan wins!”

“He actually won?” Joy spread across Ning Fan's face.

Just as he prepared to retrieve the puppet, he saw it dart into the crowd, vanishing from sight.

The service worth five hundred thousand came to an end right here.

The other match of the second round was equally eye-catching, featuring An Nan'er, the granddaughter of the State Duke, and Luo Wushuang, the son of the Minister of War.

“Fellow Daoist An, I never expected you and I would meet here.” Clad in armor and holding a great halberd, Luo Wushuang looked like a young general who had cut through a battlefield, projecting an aura of awe-inspiring majesty.

“Regrettably, I cannot yield to you this time; my father commanded me that I must defeat Lu Yang to wash away the disgrace of his previous defeat at the hands of Daoist Buyu!”

An Nan'er’s expression remained calm as the two jade bracelets on her wrists expanded, transforming into two jade rings that buzzed loudly in the air.

“What a coincidence, my grandfather also instructed me that I must recognize Lu Yang as my older brother; this battle is one I am determined to win!”

Hearing this, the prize Lu Yang was just about to shout, “If you recognize me as your brother, there's no need to fight!” when Meng Jingzhou, as if long anticipating what Lu Yang would say, dashed forward and stuffed Lu Yang's mouth with a rag.

What a joke, could all the good fortunes possibly be allowed to fall into your lap alone?

This was an unequal battle; Luo Wushuang possessed an early-stage Deity Transformation cultivation, while An Nan'er was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. One was a peerless genius in combat, while the other was a prodigy born with celestial phenomena; if their realms were identical, they could fight back and forth, but with a full realm separating them, there was hardly a fight to be had.

The two looked at each other, both seemingly making a certain resolution, and spoke simultaneously.

“Fellow Daoist An, if I suppress you with my realm, it would not be a convincing victory even if I win. Now, I shall lower my realm, so that if you lose, you will be utterly convinced.” As he spoke, Luo Wushuang formed hand seals, binding himself and lowering his aura to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

“Fellow Daoist Luo, do not think that just because I am a realm lower than you, your victory is assured. To tell you the truth, I actually broke through to the Deity Transformation stage long ago, and had merely sealed my cultivation previously.” An Nan'er made a swipe at her brow, and her aura surged violently, ascending to the Deity Transformation stage in the blink of an eye.

Luo Wushuang: “……”

An Nan'er: “……”

The scene fell into a deathly silence, and An Nan'er spoke first to break the impasse.

“Why don't you restore your cultivation to the Deity Transformation stage?”

Luo Wushuang fell silent for a moment before saying, “……That will take two hours, how about you seal