My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 214: The Powerful Dao Seed

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: The Powerful Dao Seed

"Well, Senior Brother Guo, we really are destined to meet again!" Wang Zijia revealed an awkward smile.

"Yeah, we sure are!" Guo Minglang also revealed a smile, followed by swiftly flipping his hands.

A surge of light flowed around Wang Zijia as he dashed towards Guo Minglang once more.

"Again?" A cold glint flashed through Guo Minglang’s eyes as a spiral of spiritual light flowed around him. Suddenly, a talisman emerged. Shining with a golden light, a golden light shield completely enveloped him.

Surrounding vines too swayed, gathering towards him.

Unfortunately, after Wang Zijia flashed to his front, he did not, as he had in the previous few encounters, throw a molten fireball point-blank in the hope of creating distance for his escape.

Instead, he drew back his spear, treating it like a long spear, striking upward like a meteorite.

Guo Minglang was unfazed, a small shield shaped like a seashell appeared. Behind the golden light shield, another shield was set up.

It seemed that his luck had been pretty good throughout the day.

"Puff!"

"Crack!"

Wang Zijia’s full-powered strike pierced through the two layers of defense. But his forward momentum was exhausted and only the tip of his spear pierced through Guo Minglang’s shoulder.

Guo Minglang merely furrowed his brows slightly and reached out to grab the spear shaft, revealing a cold smile to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia was slightly shocked in his heart, decisively abandoning his spear to retreat.

Before Wang Zijia could move far, the ground below exerted a strong sucking force again. Numerous surrounding vines shot up towards the sky, converging like a closing flower to envelope both Wang Zijia and Guo Minglang within. Thereby forming an enormous hollow vine sphere.

"Vine Path: Thorn Burst!"

At Guo Minglang’s command, the close-hugging vines on the ground, including those on Guo Minglang, all gave rise to countless spikes that stabbed towards Wang Zijia from all directions.

"Ding Ding······"

The spikes hitting the shield caused it to fully crystallize.

"Crack!"

With the increasing force exerted by the surrounding spikes and the vibrating shield, a cracking sound was heard.

Thoughts flashed across Wang Zijia’s mind as a small shield emerged from his body. Following which, one fireball after another appeared. By the time the sixth fireball had appeared.

"Pop!"

With a crisp sound, the crystallized energy shield could not withstand the pressure and shattered, scattering into crystalline debris.

The surrounding spikes contracted again, stabbing towards Wang Zijia once more.

"Boom Boom!"

The six fireballs exploded instantly.

The giant Venus flytrap-like vine sphere shrank momentarily before a dazzling firelight erupted, causing it to explode completely.

"Whoosh······"

"Thud!"

Two bodies were shot out from the vine sphere like cannonballs. Broken vines scattered all over the sky while a faint fragrance diffused in the air.

Guo Minglang rolled on the ground, knocking over many trees and making a large pit before he finally stopped.

He stood up shakily. His robe was torn and large parts of his body were scorched black.

At his wound, numerous thread-like vines could be seen moving, as if stitching clothing rapidly weaving at the injury.

Wang Zijia, on the other hand, was thrown a great distance away. The protective shield around him flickered, ultimately unable to withstand the pressure. It quivered slightly, the spiritual light gradually dimming. A small crack appeared on the small shield, then the shield disappeared.

Wang Zijia crashed onto the ground and rolled a few times quickly to ward off the impact, before swiftly getting up.

Looking up, they saw Guo Minglang shakily rising to his feet.

As their gazes met, a cold light flashed in both pairs of eyes. More than ten long spears materialized beside Wang Zijia, each as sharp as a blade, and shot out rapidly. At the same time, Wang Zijia advanced quickly, closing in on his opponent.

Guo Minglang, swaying on his feet, dodged the incoming spears while retreating.

In the process, he manipulated vines, constantly interfering with Wang Zijia.

During Wang Zijia’s advance, he shot out nine of the spears beside him, already getting veryclose to his opponent.

Another spear shot out, which Guo Minglang evaded.

As the spear passed, Guo Minglang saw Wang Zijia’s mouth lift slightly in a smirk. His pupils contracted as he glimpsed something different about the spear he’d dodged. Unlike the previous crystal red spears, this one looked more like a gun.

Before he could react, the close-passage spear suddenly emitted a red light, which was then followed by-

"Boom!"

A tremendous explosion sounded behind him, knocking him forward. Even though he had formed a shield from vines on his back in time, the blast’s impact wasn’t fully blocked.

The explosion blighted his back, charring it black. The impact blew him directly into Wang Zijia’s quick-advancing attack.

In that moment of close quarters, Wang Zijia gripped the last spear beside him, wielding it like a gun, stabbing it straight forward.

"Thwack!"

The spear skewered the charging Guo Minglang. He’d managed to swerve slightly, averting his heart, letting the spear puncture his chest, finding himself lifted on the spear’s shaft by Wang Zjia.

"Tssk!"

Guo Minglang was not content to sit idly awaiting his death. As he reached Wang Zijia, countless thorns sprouted from his body, resembling a hedgehog’s quills, meeting Wang Zijia head-on.

Several thorns pierced through Wang Zijia’s body, protruding from his back.

Both appeared badly injured; one pierced with multiple thorns, and the other impaled by a spear. They were connected to one another, rendering the entire battlefield quiet for a moment.

"Cough!"

Suddenly, Guo Minglang coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, splattering Wang Zijia’s face. The blood had a rare lack of stench, but rather exuded a faint floral scent.

Yet, he laughed, revealing an unusually brilliant smile.

"Why are you laughing, Senior Brother Guo?" Wang Zijia stared at Guo Minglang, saying, "If I were to twist the spear, you would need decades to heal!"

Despite the threat, Guo Minglang laughed louder. "Everyone knows I control vines, but few know that my vines are poisonous. They are far more lethal than any thorn!"

"Oh." Wang Zijia’s expression remained indifferent, untouched by this revelation, he said, "Are you referring to the floral scent in the air during our fight, or the poison on the thorns now lodged in my flesh?"

"You..." Shocked by Wang Zijia’s indifference, Guo Minglang stuttered, "You’ve trained in poison resistance?"

Wang Zijia didn’t respond. Instead, he gently twisted the spear to amplify Guo’s injuries.

"Ugh!"

Guo Minglang paled, grunting in pain.

Without waiting for Wang Zijia to act further, Guo swiftly faded, choosing to willingly withdraw from the battlefield.

Wang Zijia appeared puzzled for a while.

"Value +4356!"

He exchanged all the poison for the energy in his Spiritual Roots, and then finally plunked down onto the ground.

Why didn’t he exchange the poison for an increase in his cultivation?

He was currently in a cultivation suppression state. If he’d exchanged the poison for cultivation, he’d have immediately completed the final Dao Foundation Consolidation and been expelled from the competition instantly?!

[Guo Minglang is severely injured and has been expelled, ranking: Fourth!]

"Phew!"