Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system

"It might be some kind of secret technique, a unique bloodline, or perhaps her physique," Jiang Hong replied casually. Zhou Huixin nodded at the explanation, much to their shared relief.

'Damn, even I'm curious to know how they have cultivation,' Jiang Hong thought, though he did not know he almost guessed it correctly.

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Min Li watched the unfolding battle with a shocked expression, her pupils dilating as she observed Wang Ming using the first form of his sword art. His movements were faster than before, almost impossibly so.

"Damn, what kind of sword art is this? How did his speed increase so dramatically? And the strength behind his strikes is even greater than when he destroyed those ice fists with ease!" Min Li muttered to herself. She recalled how Wang Ming had previously dodged and destroyed the rain of ice fists. Compared to now, that earlier display seemed insignificant. Back then, she could clearly see his attacks and movements and had assumed it was a Heaven Rank technique. Her suspicion that he was from beyond the kingdom had been affirmed.

But seeing him now, there was no way this was a mere Heaven Rank technique. It was far more potent than anything she had seen in her family.

'He must have been holding back,' Min Li thought. Her suspicion was correct to some extent. Wang Ming hadn't felt pressured when fighting Bai Lingxi earlier—before she unleashed the black ice and countered his first form. But now, he was going all out.

She watched as Wang Ming shattered the ice soldiers one by one, initially thinking he would win. However, her optimism faded when she saw the black aura radiating from Bai Lingxi's hand. The shattered ice soldiers began to regenerate, no matter how many times Wang Ming destroyed them.

"Hmm..." Min Li's eyes narrowed, her nerves on edge as she noticed Wang Ming shifting into a sword stance. Her instincts screamed at her to back away; the overwhelming feeling of danger made her believe she would die if she didn't create distance.

She turned her gaze to Bai Lingxi and noticed her eyes narrowing as well. Bai Lingxi quickly erected a massive black ice wall. Simultaneously, the barrier around the stage flickered before being further reinforced.

Gulp.

Min Li swallowed hard as she watched a golden hue envelop Wang Ming's sword, radiating an aura that sent chills down her spine.

"Heavenly Sword Art—Second Form: World Slicing Strike," Min Li heard Wang Ming utter, and in the next moment, a massive golden light erupted from Wang Ming's sword. Your next chapter is on empire

Min Li's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she watched all the ice soldiers disintegrate upon contact with the golden sword beam. The soldiers vaporized completely, leaving no trace. However, the golden light didn't stop there—it surged forward, colliding with the giant black ice wall.

BOOOOOM!

"Heavens..." Min Li muttered, falling onto her butt as she stared at the massive explosion in front of her.

'Fuck, are you joking?!' Her eyes widened even further when she saw that the black ice wall was still standing, though riddled with numerous cracks.

She was stunned—convinced that even the royal family, united with the imperial family, might not survive such a devastating attack. And yet, Bai Lingxi had managed to resist it.

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"Shit," Jiang Hong cursed as he saw Wang Ming shift into his familiar stance.

"Hiss... Is he really going to use that technique on his partner? Can she defend against it?" Lei Ping said, his voice filled with concern. Both of them had seen this stance before—during the entrance exam when Wang Ming had first joined the sect. They knew how destructive the technique could be. Suddenly, a thought struck them, and they quickly turned to the Sect Master.

"Sect Master, hurry and reinforce the barrier, or it won't be able to withstand the aftermath!" Lei Ping urged.

"Right, I almost forgot," Jiang Hong muttered, hastily injecting more spiritual energy into the barrier.

"What the hell are you two panicking about? Do you know something about this technique?" Zhou Huixin, who had been silent until now, couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," Lei Ping replied. "We saw him use it once during the entrance examination."

"Really? Is it that strong?" Zhou Huixin asked skeptically.

"Just watch, Peak Master," Lei Ping said, as his facial muscles twitched. Zhou Huixin nodded, her curiosity growing.

Turning her gaze back to the stage, she saw a massive black ice wall forming in front of Bai Lingxi. At the same time, Wang Ming waved his sword, unleashing a golden beam of light.

BOOOOOM!

"F-Fuck... heavens!" Zhou Huixin exclaimed, her jaw nearly dropping as she saw a massive crater form on the stage, only for it to be filled with snow immediately afterward.

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"Heavenly Sword Art—Second Form: World Slicing Strike," Wang Ming muttered as he swung his sword, unleashing a golden beam of light. The beam surged forward, directly obliterating the ice army in its path before colliding with the massive black ice wall.

BOOOOOM!

A huge explosion shook the entire stage, reducing it to rubble. Wang Ming stood calmly amidst the chaos, observing the aftermath.

"The ice wall is still standing?" Wang Ming's eyes widened in disbelief as he noticed that, despite the immense power of his attack, the ice wall remained intact, albeit with a few visible cracks.

Initially, when using the technique, Wang Ming had decided to hold back to avoid harming Bai Lingxi. However, his plans changed the moment she conjured the formidable black ice wall. Sensing the strength behind it, he had assumed the wall would stop his attack, though he fully expected it to be destroyed in the process.

"Hmm, where is she?" Wang Ming mumbled as the cracked ice wall began to dissipate. Yet, to his surprise, Bai Lingxi was nowhere to be seen behind it.

Suddenly, his instincts screamed of impending danger. He glanced around the battlefield, searching for her, but she was nowhere in sight.

All at once, a massive shadow covered the entire stage. Wang Ming's head snapped upward, and his pupils constricted in shock as he saw a gigantic, meteor-like ice ball descending rapidly toward the stage.

"Fuck," Wang Ming cursed, sweat dripping down his forehead.