C176 Men Have Tears

This day's competition had ended long ago. However, at dusk, there were still waves of Spiritual Qi lights colliding on the Spiritual Martial Force Field. The two figures that were filled with Spiritual Qi were engaged in a heated battle. The students outside the arena did not show any signs of impatience. All of them opened their eyes wide to watch this most exciting battle.

"So powerful, to be able to fight for such a long time!"

The competition between the two continued for a long time. At the beginning, Ling Zesheng intended to end the battle quickly. However, after the battle, he realized that his idea was very ridiculous. Because at this moment, he could only slightly suppress Mingsi, and the battle had been going on for a long time. He didn't know if this suppression could still be maintained. The spiritual energy in Mingsi's body seemed to be inexhaustible. He kept casting spells, but they were still not exhausted.

Of course, Mingsi was still an early Spirit Transformation Stage after all. At this moment, he was showing a tough look, but he was deliberately pretending. In fact, his body was already very tired. He was silently estimating the spiritual energy in his body and brewing the method to win. Although he had reached the Heaven Grade spirit vein, and his spiritual energy had increased by another level, it still consumed a lot of energy to fight against Ling Zesheng.

"We must win today's match!" Mingsi faintly saw a glimmer of hope, because Ling Zesheng still could not crush him.

"Death of the Wind!" Mingsi formed a seal with both hands, and the spiritual energy in his body surged out. Immediately, countless wind blades condensed and slashed at Ling Zesheng.

Of course, Ling Zesheng tried his best to resist, and he could clearly feel that Mingsi's spell was not as powerful as before. Only then did he feel a little more at ease. Ripples of water shot out and collided with Mingsi's wind. The two of them canceled each other out, and it looked like they did not separate from Uncle Zhong.

At this moment, Mingsi seemed to have gained the upper hand. He took a step forward and arrived at the center of the martial arts field in an instant. Before Ling Zesheng could react, he waved his hands crazily.

Spiritual Qi surged around him, and the wind force gradually rose. Not long after, a huge gust of wind was condensed by Mingsi. It was just that the wind that was condensed this time was different from the past.

With Mingsi as the center, the wind gradually rose and expanded, and at the same time, spread to the surroundings of the martial arts field. Ling Zesheng felt the wind force on it and wanted to temporarily avoid it. However, he also thought that he might fall into Mingsi's trap because what Mingsi was doing now seemed like he wanted to force Ling Zesheng to retreat.

When he thought of this, Ling Zesheng did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward and swung his sword at the center of the wind. Mingsi was not far away from him.

Mingsi revealed a smile. When he saw Ling Zesheng enter, he was delighted in his heart.

A wind lotus quickly rushed over and violently exploded on the left side of Ling Zesheng. Ling Zesheng summoned his spiritual energy shield to block it. At the same time, he retreated to the right side. When he retreated, he saw a pile of stone and wood not far away from his right side. He immediately became alert.

Right at this moment, Mingsi stopped swinging his arms. He clenched his fists hard on the right side of Ling Zesheng.

"Li Feng Art!"

In an instant, the air in the area was compressed by Mingsi, and a small vacuum appeared. Mingsi immediately released a spell. At this moment, Ling Zesheng was just about to dodge when he was sucked into the vacuum created by Mingsi. Under the pressure of the air, his body became unstable.

"This is bad!" Ling Zesheng had a bad feeling. He quickly released his spiritual energy to cover his body.

"Mechanical arm!" Mingsi shouted. He beckoned with both hands, and the wooden tools on the ground quickly gathered together to form a wooden arm. Then, he quickly grabbed at Ling Zesheng.

"It's this move!" Ling Zesheng was startled. This was the Spiritual Gear Arts that Mingsi had used to trap Yuwen Lang. However, at this moment, he was only shocked. Even though he could no longer dodge it, he did not panic.

The wooden arm's huge palm had already tightly grabbed Ling Zesheng, and was about to lift him up. However, Ling Zesheng was calm. Spiritual Qi filled the air under his feet. After that, he stomped heavily on the ground, and two holes appeared on the stone floor. Then, his feet went in and fixed his body. He could no longer raise his wooden arm.

Seeing this, Mingsi was not too surprised. He took a sudden step and quickly jumped out of the center of the tornado. At the same time, the tornado quickly closed up. At this moment, the center of the tornado had actually turned into Ling Zesheng, who was trapped inside.

From the outside, it could be seen that Mingsi had jumped out of the tornado. There was a vague figure inside the tornado. The tornado that had expanded earlier had now been completely retracted, and Ling Zesheng, who was inside, was slowly lifted into the air.

However, this did not stop. Mingsi stretched out both of his hands, and his eyes turned cold. His body twisted, and he started spinning at high speed. At this moment, the spiritual energy in the field was surging crazily.

"The last move!" Mingsi roared loudly. His body spun like a spinning top. Fierce winds howled around him and grew bigger and bigger. An even bigger tornado appeared in front of everyone once again. Mingsi was still spinning in the center of the tornado.

At this moment, there was not much spiritual qi left in his body, but there was an obsession in his heart. In his mind, he could not help but recall the psychic technique that Bai Feng and Zhanyue had used on the sea.

"Spirit. "

The dizziness in Mingsi's head was extremely strong, but he still gritted his teeth and rotated it. Suddenly, an ethereal sound was heard. In Mingsi's head, the thick Heavenly Spirit Main Vein suddenly shook. A strange fluctuation spread around his body, then spread out outside his body.

Suddenly, the Spiritual Qi around Mingsi became even more violent. As it surged, it was pulled and condensed by Mingsi. At this moment, the tornado that he was spinning had already greatly surpassed the past.

"This. . . " The students in the audience were all speechless. They did not know how to express the shock in their hearts. Those students who were in the same class as Mingsi had a look of reminiscence on their faces. They could not help but recall the scene where Mingsi blew them away when he first condensed the wind.

"Is he going crazy? Such a huge wind tornado!"

"This is no longer a tornado, this is a storm! In the instructor's area, Feng Zizai was also watching the scene. Mingsi was his student. Back then, Mingsi was the first person to form a wind scroll. At this moment, Mingsi's attainments in the wind scroll had already surpassed the others by a large margin.

When Mingsi stopped, Ling Zesheng also happened to cut off Mingsi's artificial arm, freeing him from the original wind scroll. However, just as he stood up, he saw a fierce wind blowing in front of him. In the center of the tornado, Mingsi's figure was swaying, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Ling Zesheng's face revealed a serious expression. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and then lifted them up.

"Heavenly Lightning Attraction!"

Clouds rolled and rolled in the sky. A dark cloud appeared out of nowhere, and silver rays of light danced within it. A wisp of purple intent flashed. It descended from the sky at high speed. Below was Mingsi, who was in the center of the tornado!

A sense of danger filled his entire body, but Mingsi was already at the end of his bow. With a fierce heart, he did not dodge. Instead, he used his last bit of strength to push the huge tornado forward.

Seeing this scene, a trace of helplessness appeared in Ling Zesheng's eyes. He shook his head and smiled. There was a look of relief on his face. When the storm arrived, he waved his hand forward.

The storm roared and rolled Ling Zesheng up. It spun rapidly in the air, and in an instant, the wind in the field filled the air. Finally, the wind tornado flew at high speed and crashed into the spiritual energy barrier outside the field.

"Rumble. " The spiritual energy barrier began to shake violently. Everyone in the audience was shocked by this scene.

"The aura of the origin. High in the sky, Ye Yuntian's eyes were filled with confusion. He stared at Mingsi's tornado and said, "This kid went to the Small Spiritual World and obtained some good fortune. "

"This is the Qi of the origin!" On the elders' seats, the elders couldn't calm their emotions, because they could also feel the Qi of the origin. And this Qi actually appeared on an Early Spirit Transformation Stage student.

Mingsi's body swayed unsteadily, but in the end, he couldn't hold on any longer. He sat down on his butt, and his Qi became weak.

The wind gradually dispersed. Ling Zesheng, who was high in the sky, looked down. It was already a foregone conclusion that he would fall out of the arena. He did not struggle anymore. He waved a ball of water on the ground and smashed it heavily on the ground.

"Hu!" Ling Zesheng walked out of the water, slapping the water around him.

"What's going on?" At this moment, some of the spectators gradually reacted. When Mingsi had unleashed the giant tornado earlier, Ling Zesheng had clearly summoned a heavenly lightning as well, and struck towards Mingsi. But at this moment, Mingsi was just sitting quietly in the middle of the arena. His aura was weak, but other than that, there was nothing unusual about him. He didn't look like he had been struck by lightning.

"He's the one who retracted his spell" Ling Zehong spoke slowly. He had been watching the scene very seriously, and he had also seen his brother's final expression and actions.

"Why did he do that?" Chen Ziming did not understand. If the spell fell, Mingsi's injuries would be even worse. Even if Ling Zesheng fell out of the arena, the outcome of the battle would not be determined by whether he fell out of the arena or not.

Ling Zesheng shook his head and smiled. He did not reply. He looked at Ling Zesheng with admiration in his eyes.

The people in the audience were stunned for a moment. Soon after, they recovered from their shock. Shouts and cheers filled the sky, and it became extremely noisy in an instant.

"He actually won!"

"He's too strong! This is the first time I've seen such a terrifying Wind Spirit Qi Spell!!"

"Ling Zesheng actually lost!"

"He's called Hwang Mingsi, right? "

. . . . . .

Mingsi got up from the ground and slowly walked towards Ling Zesheng. Seeing this, everyone quickly quieted down and stared at Mingsi, not knowing what the latter wanted to do.

"Senior brother, why did you stop in the end?" Mingsi approached Ling Zesheng and asked in confusion.

"There's no reason. A loss is a loss. What's there to explain?" Ling Zesheng did not want to explain anything. He patted the dust off his body.

"I don't want such a victory!" Mingsi shook his head slightly. He turned around and walked to the side of the arena, ready to explain the situation to the people there.

"It is indeed a pity to lose, but as a senior brother, I have to give in to junior brother. " Ling Zesheng's figure slowly sounded from behind, reaching Mingsi's ears, causing him to pause for a moment.

Mingsi turned his head around, and he suddenly realized something. "Senior brother. . . "

"You have won the competition. Perhaps that brat Qingyun will be very happy over there. " Ling Zesheng walked over and patted Mingsi's shoulder. "Your strength is indeed very strong. Senior brother admires you!"

Mingsi stared blankly at Ling Zesheng's carefree smile. Under the setting sun, Mingsi actually had an illusion. His gentle face gradually overlapped with Ling Zesheng's smiling face. Mingsi's eyes were already moist, and his heart was filled with emotions and memories. At this moment, his tears could no longer be stopped, and they kept flowing out.

Men did not shed tears easily, and only fate did not hurt them.

When the crowd saw Mingsi crying, they did not mock him. When they heard Ling Zesheng's words, they also understood what he meant. They quietly looked at the two figures on the field and sighed with emotion.