My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 215: Love and Hate Entanglement of the Three Ceiling Powers

Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Love and Hate Entanglement of the Three Ceiling Powers

"Whew!"

With the sound in the sky, Wang Zijia gave a long sigh of relief, flipped out a Replenishing Qi Pill and an Injury Healing Pill, and swallowed them all.

"Plop!"

His legs went soft and he sat down on the ground, breathing rapidly. The several bloody holes pierced by thorns on his body quickly stopped bleeding and constantly healed the wounds.

’Damn, these Dao Seeds are really perverted, almost reaching the power of Middle Stage of the Sacrificial Wine!’

Before Wang Zijia could catch his breath, just as he sat down on the ground and complained about replenishing his qi, the space around him quickly fluctuated for a moment. Wang Zijia’s whole body tensed up again.

Without giving him time to do anything, not far away, two figures quickly emerged.

One holding a sword, and one a stick, they were still clashing fiercely during the transition process.

The moment the transition was completed, the two in the battle, caught sight of Wang Zijia sitting on the ground, looking drained. Without any words, they attacked Wang Zijia simultaneously in a very tacit manner.

"Damn!"

Wang Zijia let out a curse, pressed his hands hard on the ground, and his body shot up into the air.

The two attacking him had a good understanding of each other. The long stick and the long sword were let go at the same time, turning into streaming light and attacking Wang Zijia.

At the same time, the two of them got closer quickly, continuously colliding with fists and feet.

After Wang Zijia shot into the sky, looking at the long sword and the long stick attacking like lightning, he took a cold look, reached out and grabbed.

A crystal red long spear emerged from the void and, holding the long spear, he plucked it downward with Mountain Splitting Power.

"Smack!"

The spear knocked the long stick flying, but the flying sword agilely dodged it, pressing hard towards Wang Zijia’s face.

"Ding!"

Just when the long sword was about to hit Wang Zijia’s head, a round bead emerged, creating an energy shield that protected Wang Zijia.

This was the second defensive magic weapon he found this time.

Wang Zijia took the opportunity to retreat, floating down to the ground.

The two people on the ground, who were wrestling, suddenly pulled apart a little distance after a collision. The three people fought in a triangle at the original place.

Only then did Wang Zijia look at the two men. The one with the stick was obviously Yue Lai. Surprisingly, the swordsman who threw out the flying sword wasn’t any of the other nine Dao Seeds, it was that dark horse.

Shi Yutang, forty-one years old, entered through the Grand Selection thirty years ago, a bottom-level swordsman who had been in the Formation Institute for thirty years!

He was the standard case of a thirty-year-old grinding a sword. When he did not appear, he was a stunning person.

Although he was not considered a genius compared to Wang Zijia’s seventeen or Yue Lai’s nineteen, being able to survive on the battlefield till now was enough to illustrate the problem. Moreover, looking at the situation just now, he obviously had a back-and-forth fight with Yue Lai.

The information emerged in his mind, but the three of them didn’t have time to speak.

"Bang!"

A human puppet suddenly smashed into the middle of the three, obviously, it was the express delivery from the two attacking Wang Zijia just now.

After the puppet appeared, it directly attacked Shi Yutang.

Without discussing, Wang Zijia and Yue Lai simultaneously launched attacks in a very tacit manner.

Yue Lai struck forward with his stick, creating a huge shock wave that flew toward Shi Yutang.

Wang Zijia raised his hand and beckoned, ten long spears intertwined and shot out like lightning.

Shi Yutang’s face changed slightly. While retreating to dodge the stick shadow, he picked up his sword, constantly knocking away the long spears Wang Zijia shot at him.

The Sacrificial Wine puppet that charged at him only hit a punch at him, then suddenly turned towards Wang Zijia due to Wang Zijia and Yue Lai’s join attack.

"Damn!"

Wang Zijia cursed under his breath, hastily retreating.

Yue Lai and Shi Yutang also quickly changed their moves, directing their attacks towards Wang Zijia.

Shi Yutang’s flying sword, despite being released last, made contact with Wang Zijia’s Spirit Bead Shield before the puppet, causing the shield to tremble.

Yue Lai lunged forward two steps towards Wang Zijia, but upon seeing Shi Yutang’s sword release, he quickly changed direction. With a swift movement, he created a large pit in the ground beneath him and headed towards Shi Yutang.

Shi Yutang immediately began to dodge Yue Lai’s stick blows while trying to recall his flying sword.

As Wang Zijia was dealing with the puppet, he simultaneously shot his long spear to interfere with the swift return of Shi Yutang’s flying sword.

Their combined attack on Shi Yutang once again caused the puppet not to switch targets and continue fighting Wang Zijia.

The three of them went at it relentlessly, turning the battlefield into a messy brawl.

All three of them were acutely aware that they were currently at the limit of their battle strength in the Dao Foundation stage. Without external reinforcement, overall strength could not be increased. Victory would require seizing an opportunity.

Regardless of their potential, they were all presently at the Combat Power Ceiling. As to who could only score a hundred percent and who was forced to score a hundred percent because the paper only had a hundred points, it wasn’t very clear.

In any case, the three of them were at the Combat Power Ceiling for this stage, resulting in a deadlock in the battle.

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Outside, on the crowded square, all disciples watched in astonishment.

"Who the hell is fighting who here?"

"Feels like they’re in great harmony, ready to betray and backstab one another at the slightest sign of danger!"

"It appears they have a sense of camaraderie. They are all unwilling to combine forces with another person to deal a deadly blow to a single one!"

"Isn’t that the truth? In front of so many people, their love triangle is about to produce a child!"

"In the middle, one has already popped out, annoyingly being thrown around."

"If I were to participate in such a fight, I reckon I’d be punched out in the first encounter!"

"Man, this fight’s making my eyes spin!"

"If I were to jump in, I’d probably not know what happened, and get beaten up!"

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In the square, countless disciples engage in discussions.

Meanwhile, at the top of the square on the steps leading to the door of the Great Hall, sat a group of big shots watching the fight.

Most of them were Perfected Great Cultivators, with a handful of Peak Wine Ceremony participants thrown in. In the middle sat two old men wearing purple robes with white cloud patterns from the Elder’s Hall.

"This year’s turnout is good. We have three disciples of such combat power, two of whom are still very young," mused a Perfected one.

"Yes, indeed excellent. With such talent, we’ll probably be left in the dust in less than a hundred years."

"The guy with the stick is your family’s Yue, isn’t he?"

The crowd turned to look at the ancient-looking elder at the center of the seating area, who exuded the aura of an immortal.

The elder Yue, with a benevolent smile and a hint of pride, said, "Indeed, it’s my grandson. Not too shabby."

"So-so at best! Dragging on a fight with two disciples from humble backgrounds!," another elder suddenly chimed in, offering no courtesy to his peer.

Elder Yue’s face stiffened slightly. He glanced at the speaker and responded, "Elder Gu is correct. My boy indeed lacks the vision of your child, who willingly gave up the chance to compete for the top spot in the Grand Selection for a girl."

Elder Gu also paused for a moment. As he looked at Elder Yue, sparks seemed to fly from the meeting of their gazes.

"Watch the fight, watch the fight," interrupted the head of the Outer Sect, diffusing the escalating tension.

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