My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

"PFFT!"

Zuoqiu Ye suddenly coughed up a spray of blood. The immense force he had just endured through his Profound Mist Gauze Robe had rocked his Magical Power, directly injuring his internal organs.

The Profound Mist Gauze Robe was better suited for defending against sharp Artifacts like Flying Swords; its Defense against such brute, overwhelming force was far weaker.

Staring at the crimson blood before him, a trace of fear suddenly bloomed in Zuoqiu Ye’s heart. All his previous Magical Combat had been within the Sect, mere sparring matches between Noble Families that always stopped before things went too far. Even in duels against the master-disciple lineage, he had usually held the upper hand, maintaining a calm and unruffled demeanor.

But he had never witnessed an assault so vicious until he faced an opponent like Yang Jing.

If he hadn’t sensed something was wrong just now and recalled the Vermilion Bird Divine Bird to block for him, his Profound Mist Gauze Robe would have never been able to withstand that heaven-shattering sword strike.

The Magic Battle Platform, which was reinforced with Restrictions to the point where an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator’s Magic couldn’t leave a single mark, was now a complete wreck. If that sword strike had landed on him, he feared not even a trace of his body would have been left behind.

"Zuoqiu Ye is afraid now."

The corners of Zuoqiu Feng’s lips curled up as she watched the battle.

"He’s been too sheltered, never once caught in a true life-or-death battle. Compared to this, all his previous Magical Combat was just child’s play."

Zuoqiu Muxun complained internally. ’Who wouldn’t be afraid of a heaven-shattering strike like that?’ The fact that Zuoqiu Ye had managed to react at the last second and manipulate the Three Flames Five Beasts Fan to block it was already quite remarkable.

The sound of surging water rose as the Water Dragon, agile and powerful, roared and coiled above the Magic Battle Platform, baring its fangs and claws. The previously scattered True Water leaped up, reabsorbed into the Water Dragon’s body.

Hundreds of thousands of pounds of Heavy Water circulated at an astonishing speed, gathering power. Water Qi gushed forth, stirring up wind and thunder. The slightest leak of its momentum produced a sharp, piercing shriek that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it.

The Water Dragon’s speed was approaching the threshold of Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

Anxiety gnawed at Zuoqiu Ye. He knew that if he allowed Yang Jing to continue gathering power like this, the next strike would be world-shattering.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine the might of a Sword Qi Thunder Sound unleashed by a Heavy Sword weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds.

Zuoqiu Ye gritted his teeth and waved the Three Flames Five Beasts Fan in his hand.

The massive Vermilion Bird Divine Bird rapidly dispersed into dozens of smaller True Forms of the Vermilion Bird. Shrouded in Nanming Li Fire, they flew forward as a flock.

Each of these True Forms of the Vermilion Bird could easily evaporate ten thousand pounds of Spirit Water. They seemed intent on boiling the seas and scorching the heavens, determined to evaporate the Water Dragon Magical Sword completely.

"He’s lost."

Zuoqiu Feng made her judgment instantly.

"Why?"

Zuoqiu Muxun was utterly baffled. From his perspective, Zuoqiu Ye’s use of the transforming Nanming Li Fire should have been able to wear down the Water Dragon Magical Sword layer by layer.

This move would turn the confrontation between Sword Qi and Nanming Li Fire into a contest of Magical Power.

After all, Yang Jing’s Cultivation was only at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, meaning his Magical Power was limited. Zuoqiu Ye would surely regain the upper hand.

"You idiot. Your thinking is the same as Zuoqiu Ye’s. You’ve both gone soft from sparring inside the Sect, thinking Magical Combat is like a game of chess, one move for you, one move for me. Why would Yang Jing trade pieces with you? Can’t he just pick up the whole chessboard and smash it over Zuoqiu Ye’s head?"

Zuoqiu Feng said with considerable impatience.

"If Zuoqiu Ye had just maintained the True Form of the Vermilion Bird to fight Yang Jing, they could have traded a few more blows, and the outcome would still be uncertain. But he tried to be clever, thinking this move could interrupt Yang Jing’s power build-up. He never considered *why* Yang Jing would need to build his power to its absolute limit. All Yang Jing has to do is strike suddenly. No matter how many attacks come his way, he only needs one path—to use Sword Control and go straight for Zuoqiu Ye. In that case, Zuoqiu Ye’s defeat is certain!"

Sure enough, the coiling Water Dragon, which had been gathering power, instantly radiated an aura of no retreat and no return, stabbing straight toward Zuoqiu Ye.

"Not good!"

Zuoqiu Ye’s face fell in alarm as he urged the True Forms of the Vermilion Bird to block the Water Dragon’s path.

In his haste, only three or four of the True Forms of the Vermilion Bird managed to get in front of him in time.

But with their power divided, the True Forms of the Vermilion Bird were instantly obliterated by the sky-high sword momentum from the Water Dragon. The dissipating Nanming Li Fire fell upon the Water Dragon, and though it instantly evaporated a large amount of Spirit Water, it couldn’t stop the Water Dragon Magical Sword at all.

The other True Forms of the Vermilion Bird slammed into the Water Dragon’s body in a suicidal rush, but it was already too late.

The river-like Water Dragon Magical Sword was already slashing down, a mere three feet from Zuoqiu Ye.

The glowing mist released by the Profound Mist Gauze Robe was compressed by the sword’s momentum until it was practically pasted to Zuoqiu Ye’s body, its protective power all but gone.

"CLANG!"

At that exact moment, a bell-shaped Spiritual Light Shield enveloped Zuoqiu Ye. It shone with brilliant golden light, exuding an aura of impenetrable defense.

"BOOM!"

The Water Dragon Magical Sword slammed into the Golden Bell and immediately disintegrated into countless droplets of True Water that shot out in all directions, causing the Magic Battle Platform’s Array Formation to tremble.

The Golden Bell hummed and vibrated, but it remained standing firm on the Magic Battle Platform.

Only after the sword’s momentum was completely spent did Yang Jing emerge from his state of Man and Sword as One, his figure reappearing.

In reality, he had already used up more than half of his Magical Power. Even with the Overturning Rivers and Seas Talent and the aid of Water Escape, the cost of wielding the Water Dragon Magical Sword was still more than ten times that of an ordinary Magic Sword.

Meng Sima opened his hand, and the Golden Bell’s Spiritual Light dissipated, revealing a pale-faced Zuoqiu Ye inside. If he had acted a breath slower, Zuoqiu Ye would have been sliced into a bloody mist by the Water Dragon Magical Sword, with not even a bone left to be found.

"Yang Jing wins this battle. Do you accept this outcome?"

He was naturally biased toward Yang Jing and wanted to settle the outcome of this Magical Combat quickly.

Zuoqiu Ye’s face was a ghastly shade of pale. After several breaths, he gritted his teeth and said:

"This disciple has lost."

Meng Sima nodded in satisfaction and looked at Yang Jing.

"Ah, Yang Jing, congratulations on becoming a True Disciple. My only regret right now is that you are not a disciple of my Supreme Profound Upper Yang Sect."

Of everyone present, he, the one who had actually blocked the blow for Zuoqiu Ye, was the one who most clearly understood the might of Yang Jing’s sword strike.

After so many years, the Western Continent had finally produced another stunningly brilliant genius, one who could almost rival the Daoists of the great Sects in the Central Continent.

Among everyone, Guo Chuanzhi was the most pleasantly surprised. Before arriving, he had even prepared words of comfort for Yang Jing’s inevitable loss. He never expected him to actually fight and win, defeating Zuoqiu Ye, who possessed a Magical Treasure.

"Junior Brother Yang, are you alright?"

Guo Chuanzhi glanced at the still-dazed Zuoqiu Ye before warmly stepping forward to support Yang Jing.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Guo. I am fine."

Yang Jing had maintained the state of Man and Sword as One the entire time, so the astonishing heat from the True Forms of the Vermilion Bird had been completely blocked by the Water Dragon Magical Sword.

He wasn’t even slightly injured.

"Young Master Ye."

Steeling himself, Zuoqiu Muxun cautiously approached him.

Seeing him, Zuoqiu Ye finally snapped out of his stupor from the defeat. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and flicked his long sleeve.

"We’re leaving!"

He tried his best to maintain the poise of a Noble Son, but he accidentally aggravated the injuries to his internal organs, letting out a series of wretched, violent coughs.