"If you're not feeling well, go rest. Xuan Zi is right here; you can ask him to take a look," Wang Nan said gently to Wang Dong'er.
"My apologies," Wang Dong'er bowed to everyone, then turned and ran off the stage.
"Xiao Nan, this…"
Wang Nan's smile didn't falter. "It's fine. We have an extra person on our side anyway, so it's fair now. Besides, it's just a normal training session. Will saying 'I'm a pig' really turn me into a pig?"
The others chuckled, quickly moving past Wang Dong'er's matter.
The remaining time passed with everyone meditating, and soon an hour was over.
Standing on the stage again, this time Wang Nan's side was much more organized. Gongyang Mo and Xiao Xiao stood at the back, Xu Sanshi and Ye Xiaosheng were in the middle, and Wang Nan and Jiang Nannan were at the very front.
"Begin," Xuan Zi called out casually, then sat down next to Wang Dong'er. "How are you feeling now? If you're still uncomfortable, I'll have someone check on you."
"Thank you, Xuan Zi, but it's not necessary."
Xuan Zi saw that Wang Dong'er's complexion wasn't too bad, so he nodded and focused his attention on the stage.
As the two teams approached, He Caitou, just like in the previous match, had various metal pipes rising all over his body.
Wang Nan's fourth spirit ring lit up for the first time in front of several Outer Courtyard Disciples. A golden armor, like dragon scales, covered his entire body, emitting a faint aura.
Huo Yuhao, with his mental force attribute, felt it most clearly. He felt that his mental detection range had actually shrunk under the influence of this aura.
However, even with the influence, Wang Nan still entered Huo Yuhao's mental detection range, and He Caitou's spirit tool attacks were the first to come.
But the dozen or so beams of light only left a few ripples on the Golden Dragon Armor before losing all their power. The spirit power gap of over twenty ranks and the Golden Dragon Armor's defense meant Wang Nan didn't have to worry about He Caitou's attacks at all.
Wang Nan and Dai Yueheng, at the very front of the two teams, had already met. After half a year of training, Dai Yueheng dared not underestimate the combination of Wang Nan and Gongyang Mo. Seeing Wang Nan, who was surrounded by a rainbow-colored halo, Dai Yueheng's first, third, and fifth spirit rings lit up simultaneously.
White Tiger Barrier, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, and White Tiger Demonic God Transformation—three Spirit Abilities—were simultaneously applied to his body. His tiger claws extended forward, carrying a strong Evil Qi, and struck toward Wang Nan.
Wang Nan knew that Dai Yueheng had Huo Yuhao's assistance, so it was impossible to trick and confuse him. He simply didn't dodge, gripping the Coiling Dragon Staff tightly with both hands. His first and second spirit rings flashed, and he swept it toward Dai Yueheng's hands.
Compared to the aura emanating from Dai Yueheng, Wang Nan's strike seemed somewhat "unremarkable," like an ordinary person casually waving a wooden stick picked up from the roadside, gently landing on Dai Yueheng's tiger claws.
The next moment, Dai Yueheng retreated, taking dozens of steps back before finally stabilizing his body.
On the side, Wang Dong'er was watching the stage. Her gaze first fell on Huo Yuhao. She didn't know why, but she always felt a strange attraction from him.
Wang Dong'er quickly shook her head, casting aside the strange thoughts in her mind, and then looked back at the stage. As she looked up, she saw Wang Nan repelling Dai Yueheng.
"Xuan Zi, why does Senior Brother Wang's attack seem not powerful at all, but it can push Senior Brother Dai back so far?"
Xuan Zi pulled out a large leg of some kind of poultry from somewhere, took a big bite, and then spoke indistinctly, "That's a very clever technique for using power."
"The struggle between Spirit Masters isn't about who looks more imposing. As the saying goes, 'Great skill, no frills.' His control over his own spirit power has reached a certain level. All his power is condensed within his body, and when attacking, he can precisely use every bit of power in the attack."
"So, to us, it looks like it has no power at all, but in reality, only the person who takes that move will know its true power."
Wang Dong'er's pink-blue eyes blinked twice. "How long does it take to master this technique?"
Xuan Zi glanced at her sideways. "This requires talent. Spirit Masters need mental force to support their control over spirit power. Without enough mental force, even a Titled Douluo might not be able to do what he does."
There was another sentence Xuan Zi didn't say. That is, the current Wang Nan, being able to control his power to this extent at the sixth spirit ring, as long as he can maintain it, will not encounter any bottleneck even when breaking through to Titled Douluo.
Wang Nan's technique was inspired by Ma Xiaotao.
When he was compressing his own spirit power, he gained insight into a method of condensing his own power. With the same spirit power consumption, his attacks could reach 120% to 200% of their original strength.
With one strike, Dai Yueheng was repelled. Seeing Xi Xi and Beibei already rushing toward their formation, Wang Nan had no time to worry. At this moment, he could only trust his teammates. He fixed his gaze on Huo Yuhao.
How can you fight a war without first taking out the enemy's radar?
When Ling Luochen's Ice Prison took shape, Wang Nan's first spirit ring was still active. With just a flash, he left his original position and appeared in front of Huo Yuhao.
Dai Yueheng was already chasing from behind. Wang Nan had only one chance to strike.
Huo Yuhao raised his arms, his hands becoming like jade, clearly using the Tang Sect's unique skill, Mysterious Jade Hand. Not only that, the two white spirit rings beside him had already merged into one, and his hands, exposed from his sleeves, looked like they were wearing diamond gloves, with a biting chill rising from them.
Wang Nan pulled the Coiling Dragon Staff back with both hands, then suddenly thrust it forward.
It seemed slow, but the next moment, the tip of the Coiling Dragon Staff had already landed on Huo Yuhao's hands. The diamond-like gloves only resisted for an instant before shattering.
However, Huo Yuhao didn't feel any pain. Relying on his mental detection, he could sense that Wang Nan's Coiling Dragon Staff had stopped steadily the moment it broke through his Ice Emperor's Claws.
Xuan Zi's figure appeared on the stage, taking Huo Yuhao down.
"What strong control," the Tianmeng Iceworm's voice echoed from Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea.
"Tianmeng, what did you say?"
"Do you remember when that old fellow defeated Wu Feng last year?"
"Of course, I remember."
"That old fellow actually used your own mental force, but it was precisely because of his exquisite control over mental force that he could easily defeat that little girl named Wu Feng."
"I have to say, you humans are truly blessed. We Spirit Beasts might never be able to achieve this level in our entire lives."
Huo Yuhao nodded, half-understanding. He looked left and right and saw a pair of pink-blue eyes staring at him.