Bing Ling’s intuition turned into reality as his daggers got closer to Wu Yan’s hands.
When the daggers are just 1 centimeter away from hitting him, Wu Yan moved.
He didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. He just dropped Nietono no Shana, the sword made a clattering sound when it fell. Everybody is surprised to see him do this.
What is his game plan here? Can he even fight Bing Ling without a weapon? More so when that weapon is the only method he has to deal with Bing Ling’s Ice dou qi.
Mikoto smiled when everyone else is puzzled or confused. She could sense magnetic fluctuations in the arena.
Bing Ling is a bit dazed. He didn’t understand why Wu Yan would do something like this. In his mind, Wu Yan isn’t stupid enough to self-destruct like this.
But, he didn’t care, he’s this close to hitting him. He charged ice dou qi into his daggers making them glow bright blue and frosty as heck.
The icy daggers started vibrating. The ice dou qi covering the daggers also responded to its master’s call. The daggers lengthened and augmented the daggers. It’s the same battle skill Bing Mian used before. Cold winds started whipping around the battlefield.
Bing Ling’s action didn’t fluster Wu Yan. His body twitched and after a thunderous boom, lightning started cladding his body like armor.
The lightning generated intense heat around him. His lightning substituted the flames from his sword.
The ice daggers hit the lightning and the ice started melting rapidly as if the ice are dowsed in boiling hot water. His Ice daggers started going back to its original form whereas it should have been able to destroy boulders without any issue.
Bing Ling’s pupil shrunk. He had almost forgotten that Wu Yan used lightning abilities back in the arena.
Seeing as he is still very close to Wu Yan, Bing Ling didn’t give up his assault. He poured out more dou qi and aimed his daggers at Wu Yan’s torso.
The daggers hit something metallic and a look of disbelief floated up Bing Ling’s face.
Two swords had came out of nowhere and blocked his attacks.
At this point, he finally noticed his Freezing Wind had been dispelled by his flames.
In other words, there’s nothing stopping Wu Yan from using his Gate of Bae.
Not bad, his daggers actually managed to penetrate his swords. However, the daggers couldn’t penetrate completely and they got stuck in his swords.
Sparks started coming out of the swords and Bing Ling’s daggers started glowing red due to the rapid rise in temperature. Seeing as white steam started coming out of his palm, Bing Ling decided to channel dou qi and clad his hands in a layer of protective dou qi coat. But, he can still feel a painful tinge coming from his hands.
He pushed his daggers forward but the resistance was too great so he couldn’t advance. Bing Ling let go and he retreated away, angered by Wu Yan’s unharmed look still clad in lightning.
Suddenly, he noticed something very wrong. Wu Yan discharged his lightning. However, when he saw what Wu Yan is doing, his face instantly turned grim.
Wu Yan is making a motion like he’s going to snap his fingers. He looked at Bing Ling with an amused expression.
It was at this moment that Bing Ling knew he had screwed up big time.
Wu Yan snapped his fingers and called out.
“Gate of babylon!!!”
His voice is like a wave of power that radiated outwards from him. Ripples started forming in the space behind Wu Yan.
The dreaded crimson space formed once more. A sea of swords greeted Bing Ling from their respective portals. As the main target of this attack, Bing Ling felt chills climbing up his spine. While Bing Ling is flinching and trembling Wu Yan didn’t stop to care, he waved his hand.
Like a rain of swords, they descended down upon Bing Ling. Bing Ling roared and clad his body in dou qi.
The swords started hitting him and while enduring, he couldn’t help but taste iron in his mouth as red liquid streamed down his jaw. He has finally taken damage, and the damage keeps coming.
He shivered at the thought of what would have happened if he didn’t use dou qi armor.
Bing Ling didn’t have any time to rest. His expression distorted greatly once more. Wu Yan’s figure had teleported in front of him like some sort of demon.
Everyone held their breaths. Some of the spectators are already making an ‘O’ shape with their mouths.
Looking at Bing Ling who is still stunned, he said something that made Bing Ling’s face go pale.
“You lose, I win…”
A storm started brewing at his hand as he yelled out the name of the technique in a low tone.
“Lightning flash punch!”
Bing Mian yelled out. He had imagined Wu Yan’s defeat in his mind, he was looking forward to Bing Ling beating the crap out of Wu Yan while Wu Yan begged for mercy. Qing Jing Hua’s expression started turning pale.
“How can this be…”
The lightning clad fist fell on Bing Ling’s chest as everyone watched. The strength and electrical charge got passed on to Bing Ling in its entirety.
The anguishing pain assaulted every nerve in his body. While his expression contorted in pain, he spat out mouthful of blood as he got sent flying into the ground just outside of the arena. Wu Yan had made a shallow trench with Bing Ling’s body.
Bing Ling, now pale and defeated found himself without the strength to climb back up. He laid there looking up at Wu Yan who is still standing in the arena.
Wu Yan approached Bing Ling and he looked down at Bing Ling who looked as white as a ghost and he smiled. He stretched his back and he looked at Lei Wang.
Lei Wang shook his head while smiling. Raising an arm…
“Victory goes to Wu Yan for this round!”