Meanwhile, the disciples of top factions only had one goal—to prove themselves to their elders to secure their positions.
They would be using their own power to demonstrate their faction’s strength and honor.
There was also the rumor that one of the members of royalty was looking to accept a disciple.
Regardless of whether the rumor was true, the younger generation of the veteran and top factions present were all set on performing to the best of their abilities.
What if the rumor was true?
All of them hoped to be noticed by that member of royalty.
If they really became the disciple of a member of royalty, their status would be elevated to the same level as Chief Guard Ye’s disciple.
The young man wearing the standard Spirit Guards mask was the best example.
All the disciples that were outside the Midnight Palace knew that if they became the disciple of a member of royalty, their lives would be changed forever.
It was said that one opportunity did not guarantee success, but this was exactly what would happen when one became the disciple of a member of royalty.
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At that moment, in a room with walls made of Diamond radium and numerous black crystals embedded in them, a man dressed in purple clothes with purple bamboo embroidered on it was panting raggedly.
The man was usually charismatic, but he was clenching his jaw and yelling with wide eyes, “Zong Ze, are you mad!? If you use that move, does that mean that you don’t want to fight in the Martial Arts Stage anymore?”
Gu Lang felt that he had been an idiot to believe Zong Ze, the battle fanatic, when he said that they would only be sparring.
Initially, when they clashed, Gu Lang felt that everything had been normal.
But the moment he had slightly gained the upper hand, Zong Ze started to instruct his fey and unleashed a huge attack.
At that point, Gu Lang could not stop Zong Ze, so he could only use his defensive fey to sustain the damage from the attack. Otherwise, he would have been injured.
Although Gu Lang was a combat-class spirit qi professional, he chose to fight in a series of waves.
After sending out waves of attacks, the feys that he had contracted needed a period of time to heal before they could fight again.
This technique could allow Gu Lang to inflict the greatest damage, but it was only sustainable for a short time.
Due to this technique of sending out waves of attacks, Gu Lang had been able to defeat Zong Ze in battle.
A crazy glint appeared in Zong Ze’s eyes as he said, “I was going to use my year’s worth of training to show you how you won’t overcome me like in the past, but I did not expect you to have grown so quickly.”
Zong Ze ordered his Fiery Sky Hou, “Fiery Sky Hou, use Strange Fire Eight Refinement.”
The small adorable orange palm-sized mouse on Zong Ze’s shoulder started to squeak, and hard golden fur started to grow out of its back. It was then set alight with eight colored flames.
When Gu Lang heard the order that Zong Ze issued to the Fiery Sky Hou, he had a bad feeling and waved his hand to summon all the black figures that covered the training room.
Gu Lang sighed to himself and murmured, “Cuttlefish of Days Past, use Old Days Degeneration and Flood Cage.”
With Gu Lang’s order, several large tentacles appeared out of the giant black figure.
Each tentacle manipulated water elements in the air and formed heavy water, which was even harder than metal.
The black heavy water formed pillars of water that crisscrossed each other to form a prison.
However, the prison was not meant for Zong Ze but closed around Gu Lang instead.
The Fiery Sky Hou spat out eight balls of flames that contained eight different burning characteristics.
Every flame was a high-grade strange flame that came from Class 4 dimensional rifts.
The eight high-grade strange flames turned the Night Words Pavilion into a scorching steamer.
Additionally, Zong Ze stretched out his hand to touch the eight high-grade strange flames.
The moment he touched the high-grade strange flames, the center of Zong Ze’s palms turned crimson, and the color spread to cover the light from the right high-grade strange flames and the glow of the half-armor that Zong Ze was wearing.
When Gu Lang saw the crimson color, he could not help but roar in rage, “Zong Ze! We agreed not to use our sacred source lifeforms! If you use it with me now, what will you use to fight against the Moon Empress and Chief Guard Ye’s disciples at the Martial Arts Stage later on?”
While Gu Lang was speaking, a green image lifted from his collar.
The green image changed rapidly, and just when it was about to become an enormous tree, 12 chimes sounded out from the Midnight Palace. The 12 chimes caused both Gu Lang and Zong Ze to freeze.
During a fight, Gu Lang’s words were far from enough to get through to Zong Ze, who was too engrossed in the adrenaline of the fight.
However, the 12 chimes were able to wake him up.
The crimson color retracted back to Zong Ze’s palm, and with a wave of his hand, the eight high-grade strange flames were swallowed by the Fiery Sky Hou.
A look of embarrassment and awkwardness came over Zong Ze as he said to Gu Lang, “I’m sorry, Gu Lang. I lost control again. Thankfully, the 12 chimes woke me up.”
Zong Ze was always stoic, and his current smile of awkwardness made him look slightly childish.
Gu Lang rolled his eyes dramatically. I’ll be dead before I spar with you again. Even if I remain single forever, I will never spar with you again. Sparring with others brings us closer but sparring with you might cost me my life!
It was easy enough for Zong Ze to remove his imposing power, but it was not so easy for Gu Lang.
In the fight against Zong Ze, both of Gu Lang’s feys had used up their spiritual power.
The Cuttlefish of Days Past had used Old Days Degeneration and Flood Cage, and the Flood Cage was now fully formed.
