SWDnovel Chapter 31 The Cicada Awaits
Chapter 31 The Cicada Awaits
Chapter 31 The Cicada Awaits
A crisp "ding-a-ling" sound echoed through the night sky.
This ritual implement, shaped like a bronze bell, spins rapidly in the air, continuously emitting a piercing bell sound.
The voice was melodious and pleasant, yet it possessed a strange, magical quality.
Upon hearing the ringtone, Qian Wanhao felt a buzzing in his mind, his consciousness momentarily blurred, and his hands froze.
The black short sword, having lost its magical support, wobbled in the air before falling helplessly.
Zhao Ping'an seized the opportunity and slapped the bone shield.
The bone shield suddenly flipped over, its face facing outwards, and a ring of sharp serrations popped out from its side. Driven by spiritual power, it spun at high speed, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.
The bone shield flew out with a whoosh, slashing towards Qian Wanhao!
Qian Wanhao was, after all, at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Although he briefly lost his senses, he quickly regained his composure.
As the bone shield flew towards him, his eyes narrowed, and he bit his tongue, the intense pain bringing him back to his senses.
"rise!"
With a single gesture, he sent the falling black dagger flying out again, clashing with a "clang" as it blocked the bone shield's strike.
The two magical artifacts collided violently in mid-air, scattering spiritual light in all directions.
Qian Wanhao's forehead veins bulged as he fully activated his short sword; Zhao Ping'an's face also turned red as his magic power surged into his bone shield.
The two remained locked in a stalemate, each manipulating their magical artifacts to pull back and forth in the air, creating a continuous, ear-piercing roar.
Shen Li, hidden in the shadows, watched the fierce clash of magical artifacts and was secretly amazed.
Qian Wanhao's sword control technique was fierce and swift. He wielded the black short sword as if it were an extension of his arm. Although it was only the most basic sword control technique, combined with his powerful magic at the fifth level of Qi Refining, the attacks came one after another, making it hard for people to breathe.
Although Zhao Ping'an's strength was slightly inferior, only at the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining, this guy had a rich background, and his bone shield was completely impenetrable.
That bell-shaped magical artifact was even more difficult to defend against; its sonic attack struck directly at the soul. If Qian Wanhao hadn't been a level above him in cultivation, he probably would have already fallen victim to it.
Shen Li became increasingly alarmed as she looked at it.
Although his cultivation progressed rapidly, his combat methods were pitifully limited, relying on only a few basic spells over and over again, and he didn't even possess a single magical artifact.
He couldn't withstand either of the two people in front of him, whether it was Qian Wanhao's sword control technique or Zhao Ping'an's bone shield and bell.
If he were to take the field now, he probably wouldn't last even the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The battle continues.
Qian Wanhao gradually stabilized the situation.
After all, he was at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and his magical power was much greater than Zhao Ping'an's.
As time went on, Zhao Ping'an's disadvantage in cultivation began to show, and the spiritual light on the bone shield began to dim.
"jingle"
Zhao Pingan rang the bell again.
This time, Qian Wanhao was on guard. Long before the bell rang, he used his immense magical power to seal his ears and mind.
Although faint sound waves still seeped in, they were not enough to make him lose his focus.
"The same trick won't work on me!" Qian Wanhao sneered, his magic power surging, and his flying sword shattered the bone shield.
At the same time, he made a hand seal with his other hand, and a fire snake, like a dragon emerging from the sea, rushed straight towards Zhao Ping'an's face.
Zhao Ping'an was shocked and quickly dodged to the side. The fire snake grazed his shoulder and smashed a large tree behind him in half.
He staggered, and a slight opening appeared in the bone shield's defense.
A glint flashed in Qian Wanhao's eyes. He wielded his short sword with ease, deftly bypassing the bone shield and thrusting it straight at Zhao Ping'an's lower abdomen.
Zhao Ping'an exerted all his strength, controlling the bone shield, and narrowly blocked the sword.
"clang!"
But he was thrown backward by the shock, and a trickle of blood spilled from his mouth.
His magical powers were exhausted, and he was no longer able to fight.
The bone shield and the bell fell to the ground simultaneously, their spiritual light extinguished.
Qian Wanhao smiled coldly, raised his hand, and the black short sword flew into the air again, its tip pointing directly at Zhao Ping'an's throat.
Zhao Ping'an's face turned ashen. He thought to himself, "If I had known this would happen, I would have crushed the teleportation talisman to save my life."
At this critical moment, several emerald green vines formed from pure magical power suddenly emerged from the ground, like pythons, and silently wrapped around Qian Wanhao's legs, locking him firmly in place.
Immediately afterwards, five ice spikes shot out from the shadows with a sharp whooshing sound, heading straight for Qian Wanhao's vital points!
Qian Wanhao's expression changed drastically.
He tried to escape, but his legs were tightly entangled by vines, making it impossible for him to move.
In a moment of haste, he manipulated his flying sword, drawing an arc in the air and deflecting three ice spikes with a series of clangs.
The fourth ice spike grazed his shoulder, spraying a cloud of blood.
The fifth ice spike went straight for his chest.
He had no choice but to forcefully circulate his magic power to withstand the attack.
"Bang!"
The ice pick struck his chest with a dull thud.
Qian Wanhao felt an extremely pure magical power penetrate his body, causing his internal organs to churn and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
He steadied himself, his heart filled with shock and anger: Who was it? How could they be so despicable as to attack him from behind!
Moreover, the timing of this person's sneak attack was perfect, striking just when I was feeling smug and triumphant.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Could this person have been hiding in the shadows all along?!
No wonder Zhao Ping'an suddenly became wary when I made my move; this person must have given me a warning!
This guy is too insidious; he only showed up when we were both badly injured.
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
Qian Wanhao shouted sternly, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
However, he was met with five icicles as swift as lightning.
He quickly swung his flying sword repeatedly, blocking most of the attacks again, but one still struck his left arm, leaving it covered in blood.
This time, he finally saw the attacker clearly.
A figure could be seen in the jungle continuously casting ice spike spells by making hand seals. The movements were fluid and the magic power seemed inexhaustible.
The person was dressed in a long black robe and wore a mask, so no one knew who they were.
Filled with resentment, Qian Wanhao longed to break free of the vines beneath his feet and rush over to tear the attacker to pieces.
But his opponent didn't give him a chance at all. One ice spike after another came down without interruption, as if they didn't expend any magic power, making it hard for him to breathe.
He knew that if this continued, he would eventually exhaust his magical power.
Qian Wanhao tried several times to use a teleportation talisman to escape and abandon the trial.
But he always held onto a sliver of hope, the key being that the opponent never gave him a chance. As soon as he made the slightest move, the opponent's spells would bombard him even more violently.
He could only passively defend himself with his flying sword, engaging in a war of attrition with his opponent.
However, his magic power had been depleted by the battle with Zhao Ping'an, and now he was entangled by vines, which restricted his movement, leaving him only able to stand still and become a live target.
He tried to use his magic to break free, but the vines formed by the opponent's magic were extremely resilient, and he couldn't break free for a while. The opponent also wouldn't let him get rid of them.
Qian Wanhao was powerless to use his abilities and was furious: How despicable! If I hadn't exhausted my magic power, how could I have been humiliated like this by you?
Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs.
In just a short while, his magical power was completely exhausted.
The flying sword moved slower and slower, and its ability to resist became increasingly weak.
Finally, "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"