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The martial arts tournament began.
Cheng Guang stood atop the Central Loft on Crane-Crying Island, overseeing everything from his high vantage point.
At this moment, Crane-Crying Island seemed to truly awaken, as powerful bursts of Qi roared from all directions.
Many students from the Martial Academy had already made contact and started fighting.
Even though there were fewer students near the Central Loft, there was still a feeling of bustling activity.
Cheng Guang did not see Qiao Songshan anywhere and had no idea to which corner the simpleton had been thrown.
After watching the fight below for a while, Cheng Guang found it rather uninteresting.
He had originally thought that, as soon as the martial arts tournament began, Qiu Zhiman would instantly cast a banishment, isolating Crane-Crying Island from the outside world.
But Qiu Zhiman clearly had not done so immediately.
As for the reason, Cheng Guang had more or less guessed it: it was simply to plan their escape later on.
Cheng Guang stood bored at the top of the loft, silently observing the movements on the island.
This time, the martial arts tournament saw hundreds of participants from both Great Zhou and Great Wei.
About a thousand martial artists, if placed in an outside army, could stand on their own and sweep across the wastelands.
The noise of battle had not ceased since it began.
Those who acted now presumably had no issues with their status; later, when the bans were set up, the more Qi they wasted now, the greater their regret would be.
Just as Cheng Guang was contemplating this,
a strange purple light suddenly bloomed from somewhere within the island.
It spread rapidly like a ribbon, resembling a purple Great Wall, encircling the entire island.
The purple light solidified, forming an inverted bowl, firmly covering the island, isolating it from the outside world.
At the same time, the instant that purple light appeared,
Cheng Guang inexplicably felt that the circulation of Qi in his body became much heavier and slower, as if a mountain range was pressing down on him, making even the summoning of a trace of Qi exceedingly difficult.
If Cheng Guang was feeling this way, Bai Shuxuan’s complexion also didn’t look too good.
She seemed to be affected as well, but to a limited extent.
After a few vibrations of demonic power throughout her body, her color returned to normal.
As a member of the Devil Clan, Bai Shuxuan’s strength was probably equivalent to that of a human race Martial Artist at the Prime God Realm.
In a situation where Bai Shuxuan could use demonic power, but a Martial Artist at the Prime God Realm could not use Qi, there was absolutely no way they could beat Bai Shuxuan.
Cheng Guang glanced at Bai Shuxuan, then shifted his gaze from her to the many academy students who were still fighting on the island.
They were previously fighting enthusiastically, politely inquiring about each other’s family health while crossing swords.
But at the moment the purple light appeared,
their complexions changed.
Without the support of Qi, let alone levitating, even stepping on a bird was a struggle.
Many who were fighting either fell flat on their faces or plummeted from mid-air, stumbling in their movements.
Crane-Crying Island, which had been tumultuous and noisy, suddenly became extremely quiet.
In the quiet, there was a mix of odd colors.
After an almost eerie silence,
many of the Martial Academy students from Great Zhou, as well as those from Great Wei, began to smile brightly.
It turned out they didn’t even wait to speak before they turned tail and ran.
Damn, it was too weird!
Not a trace of Qi could be used!
Was this caused by that purple light?
Was it a part of the martial arts tournament? Or had something unexpected happened?
At this time, many academy students felt an inexplicable sense of alertness.
The current situation was too dangerous.
Unable to use Qi, their strength had taken an enormous hit; it was better to meet up with others.
The students from the Martial Academy felt confused and struggled to understand what they were witnessing, instinctively wanting to gather where there were more people.
It wasn’t just the Martial Academy students who felt bewildered; inside the Central Loft, where many academy teachers and officials were overseeing the martial arts tournament, their faces changed upon seeing the resplendent, crystal-like purple light that suddenly rose from the island.
They instinctively wanted to go and investigate.
A distance of ten miles was usually covered in a few breaths for them.
But now, under the illumination of the purple light, it was as if their Qi had been locked in place.
They couldn’t move at all.
They had to run to get there.
“What the hell is this thing!?” an academy official exclaimed in shock.
“I’ve found we can’t use any of our Qi at all.”
“Damn it!”
“What is that purple light enveloping the sky?”
Inside the Central Loft, where the academy officials were usually so composed, they now showed a slight change in color.
Whether from the Great Wei Martial Academy or the Great Zhou Martial Academy, everyone felt somewhat bewildered at this moment.
Clearly,
this purple light was not something they had arranged.
No way, no way,
someone really dared to interfere with the martial arts tournament watched by the two great empires of Great Zhou and Great Wei?
The officials couldn’t believe it, but the scene before their eyes was unfolding for real.
Reality told them that all of this was happening.
Everyone’s Qi had been shackled.
It’s not that the stronger a martial artist is, the stronger their physical constitution would be.
It might even be the opposite.
When martial cultivation reaches a profound level, the need for Qi and Blood isn’t as high; higher realms tend to focus more on the will of heaven and earth and the comprehension of Divine Powers and Martial Arts.
Upon reaching the seventh rank of the Spirit Communication Realm, the Martial Artist would engage in Mark Spirit Communication; every action could stir the Heavenly and Earthly Qi, causing terrifying phenomena and achieving integration with Martial Arts.