“Add one more level!” Song Zijun said from within the array.
Add another? If another was added, it would be sixteen levels of difficulty!
Whether it was the Jing state young masters or the sons of the vast wilderness, they were full of admiration for Song Zijun.
The young master in charge of the array controls took a deep breath and pressed the sixteenth crystal!
“Twang!”
The Frost Metal Blood Balls thundered. Sharp air bursts sent tremors to causing numbness in people’s ears. Lines of fire formed into a fire web!
At this point, Song Zijun finally felt some pressure.
His movements were still refined, but slowly, he was unable to maintain the harmony.
The Half Foot Steps was the Song family’s secret technique, but Song Zijun had not completely grasped it. With his standard, it was tough for him to demonstrate it. It greatly depleted his mental strength and Yuan Qi.
“Minute Subtlety nearing the small success stage…and his speed is fast. To reach the small success stage of the Half Foot Steps at his age, Song Zijun can be considered the cream of the crop in the Jing state.” Yan Menglong gave an accurate evaluation.
At this point, Song Zijun reached his limits.
He withdrew from the array. He had ultimately maintained within the array at sixteen levels of difficulty for fifteen minutes.
As for the seventeenth difficulty level, he did not challenge it. There was a sharp change between the sixteenth and seventeenth difficulty level. For Purple Blood realm warriors, even if they had great accomplishments with Minute Subtlety, they would not dare to rashly try it.
After Song Zijun stepped off the stage, there was silence throughout the square.
A youth with Minute Subtlety demonstrating his movement techniques made many warrior burn with agitation.
Especially among the Jing state young masters. Their faces were glowing. Song Zijun was their idol. Whatever Yi Yun had managed to suppress, had been regained to its maximum level.
This was the heritage the Jing state family clans had. As the sons of the Jing state family clans, their hearts were filled with pride. They could one day achieve such results!
After Song Zijun was Yi Yun!
Everyone’s eyes gathered on Yi Yun.
Sixteen levels of difficulty for fifteen minutes! The pressure from such a result was too great.
After all, fourteen levels of difficulty seemed to be Yi Yun’s limit when he was competing with Jichang.
Yi Yun adjusted his breathing and flowed the Yuan Qi within his body to reach his optimum state.
“It’s your turn.” Song Zijun brushed shoulders with Yi Yun when he came down. He looked at Yi Yun with a trace of smile on his lips.
Yi Yun calmly looked at Song Zijun and nodded. His eyes were clear like the stars in the night sky. There was a sharp blade within his serenity.
Their glances clashed as if there were the sound of clashing swords.
“Yi Yun do you still plan to struggle up there? The result is already clear.”
“If not for Young master Jichang’s accident stopping the array, Yi Yun would most likely have been terribly defeated by fourteen levels of difficulty… Now Young master Zijun has completed sixteen levels of difficulty. If Yi Yun were to carry on with his fourteen levels, would it be interesting?”
The Jing state young masters’ faces were full of gloating expressions.
To them, Song Zijun had already won. The difference was great. Yi Yun had to go up the stage to protect his pride out of helplessness.
The people from the vast wilderness did not speak. They looked at Yi Yun with worry in their eyes.
As for Yan Menglong, he rubbed his stubble. His eyes flashed as he looked at Yi Yun with interest. It seems like he had saw something interesting.
Yi Yun leaped and shot out like an arrow. In an instant, he had landed within the Frost Metal Blood Balls array. He said to the controller of the array, “Fourteen levels of difficulty!”
“Fourteen levels again. That’s so boring. This is his limit. If he had any guts, he would go to level fifteen in a while.”
“Hehe, you want to see Yi Yun suffer right? Do not worry, there’s no need for fifteen levels, fourteen levels is enough for him to be hit by the Frost Metal Blood Balls.”
The Jing state young masters were waiting to watch the show. They were not waiting to watch Yi Yun’s performance, but for him to be hit by the Frost Metal Blood Balls, vomiting blood from his injuries and being bedridden for half a month.
The array lit up and blood beams shot up. The fourteen Frost Metal Blood Balls emitted a fierce roar and weaved around in the air with tricky trajectories before shooting towards Yi Yun.
Yi Yun was familiar with fourteen levels of difficulty, but he still wanted to begin there. He wanted to carry on his understandings while his body was at its peak. He steadied his breath as he closed his eyes.