The expression on Leng Daichun’s face across from him also changed.

"This madman!"

As he muttered this to himself, Leng Daichun raised his hand, directly controlling the Yellow Stone Ink in his hand to meet the short sword in the air.

But the Yellow Stone Ink was yet to be activated, with no yellow glow to shield against the attack.

Even though it blocked the black short sword flickering with red light in the air, its Spirit Charm instantly dimmed.

Clearly, it was no longer usable.

At the same time, the tremendous impact blasted Leng Daichun backward.

However, Leng Daichun seemed indifferent.

Because at that moment, the yellow glow had already struck Yuan Rongzhang’s defense shield.

Even though Yuan Rongzhang’s defense shield had decent defensive capability, it collapsed instantly under such a Magical Treasure attack.

The next moment, the remaining yellow glow engulfed Yuan Rongzhang.

The latter was immediately sent flying again, spitting a mouthful of blood in mid-air before heavily crashing into the defense restriction.

"Senior Brother Yuan!"

"Junior Martial Uncle Yuan!"

Witnessing this scene, the alchemists within the Jiuhua Sect Alchemy Pavilion were the first to shout.

On the high platform, Yu Changge and Yuan Zhuo almost stood up simultaneously.

Yuan Zhuo clenched his fist tightly, his cold face showing flickering eyes. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Watching the two about to rush directly onto the high platform to rescue him.

At this moment, Yuan Rongzhang, with a pale face, blood at the corner of his mouth, and his body covered in scars from the residual yellow glow, was already standing.

The black short sword had already returned to his hand, astonishly gripping a handful of elixirs to consume.

"Rongzhang!"

Seeing this scene, Yu Changge’s face changed slightly.

He vaguely guessed what Yuan Rongzhang would do and said to Yuan Zhuo:

"Junior Brother Yuan, bring Rongzhang down."

Yuan Zhuo shook his head, a smile now appearing on his face.

"No need, this is fine!"

Seeing Yuan Zhuo like this, Yu Changge looked deeply at the scene on the field and ultimately said nothing more.

At this moment on the field, Leng Daichun seemed to realize something as well.

With his Yellow Stone Ink no longer usable, he patted himself to add several defense shields.

At the same time, he launched several talismans toward Yuan Rongzhang.

At this moment, Yuan Rongzhang’s expression grew increasingly mad as the magical power he forcibly replenished with numerous elixirs surged rapidly into the black short sword in his hand.

"For the sect, I must... win this once!"

With a furious shout, the black short sword in Yuan Rongzhang’s hand shot out fiercely!

The red gleam on it was even more dazzling than in previous instances.

The incoming talisman spells in the air shattered under the residual wave of this red glow!

The next moment, the streaking red gleam had already reached Leng Daichun, striking heavily upon his exterior shield.

This shield, evidently formed with a high-grade talisman, still collapsed instantly under the strike of this Magical Treasure.

Immediately following, the red gleam pierced through Leng Daichun’s body!

Seeing this, Ao Langtian’s figure flashed as he arrived on the competition platform.

He caught Leng Daichun, quickly applying magical power on his body a few times, and fed him a pill.

After that, his gaze turned to the other side, where Yuan Rongzhang was already being guarded by Yu Changge.

Although Yuan Rongzhang was clearly shaking and unstable at this moment, he grinned after a glimpse from the Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator.

Ao Langtian sneered, taking the now unconscious Leng Daichun out of the arena.

Yuan Rongzhang, meanwhile, raised his head to look at the high platform, unexpectedly flying up in no hurry, landing gracefully on the platform.

His gaze turned to the elderly Elder Peng.

"Senior, can the result be announced?"

Elder Peng with white hair and an old face glanced at Yuan Rongzhang with curiosity, lightly nodded, looked down at the arena, and slowly announced:

"In this match, Yuan Rongzhang of the Jiuhua Sect wins!"

As soon as these words were out, Yuan Rongzhang collapsed softly to the ground.

"Senior Brother Yuan!"

"Junior Martial Uncle Yuan!!"

Below the arena, numerous Jiuhua Sect disciples watched the high platform with concern.

Every single one of them clenching their fist tightly together.

Chu Ning and Yuan Zhuo flashed forward to support Yuan Rongzhang’s side.

Elder Peng opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing.

Chu Ning quickly took out a Small Celestial Essence Pill from his storage bag and fed it to Yuan Rongzhang.

Yuan Rongzhang slightly opened his eyes, glanced at Chu Ning, and with a voice almost too faint to hear, said:

"Senior Brother Chu, I’m sorry!"

Despite the hard-won victory in the last round, Yuan Rongzhang’s face showed no trace of joy but rather guilt.

In the previous two rounds, he and Lu Jiakang each won only one match, meaning Chu Ning needed to win three rounds in this one for the Jiuhua Sect to be victorious.

This was nearly an impossible task.

Chu Ning gently patted Yuan Rongzhang’s shoulder, saying with a calm smile:

"Don’t worry, leave it to me!"

With that, Chu Ning slowly stood up.

On the other side, Ao Xuan already looked over, his gaze filled with ridicule.

"You fought desperately to win one match, but do you think there’s still a point in competing?"

Facing him, Chu Ning’s expression remained calm, yet inside him, it was like a blazing fire.