Ning Nanqing, Ning Jikun, and the others watching from the sidelines couldn't help but change their expressions.
They discovered that even they couldn't fully track Ning Fa's movements.
While inwardly awed, they all raised their evaluation of Ning Fa.
Meanwhile, Ning Jiantao was still charging up his Ghostly Nether Claws.
Although Top-grade Magic Artifacts possessed great power, they were still too much of a burden for Qi Refining Cultivators to use with complete freedom.
Facing Ning Fa's incredibly sharp offensive from the very start, he was immediately thrown into a bit of a panic.
However, he was experienced after all. He slammed his right hand onto the small crimson drum.
Instantly, rings of crimson illusory sound waves rippled out from the drum.
The more than ten silver lightning balls flying at extreme speed were blocked by these sound waves, as if sinking into a swamp.
They then exploded one after another.
Silver plasma splattered, erupting with blinding lightning.
But the crimson sound waves were clearly no ordinary matter, blocking all the power of these lightning balls.
Ning Fa's figure also reappeared at the edge of the arena.
These crimson sound waves also greatly affected him, preventing him from using his Illusory Demon Steps.
While still shaken, Ning Jiantao did not hesitate to increase his magic power to activate the Crimson Drum.
Rings of crimson sound waves were rapidly emitted and concentrated towards Ning Fa.
At the same time, the Ghostly Nether Claws were finally fully activated.
As black light flashed, the pair of ghostly claws transformed into about ten feet in size, emitting a chilling wind as they lunged at Ning Fa.
The seven magic balls swirling around Ning Fa spun rapidly, forming a mysterious silver trajectory in front of him.
Suddenly, the restriction from the crimson sound waves on Ning Fa was greatly reduced. Ning Fa once again used his Illusory Demon Steps, his figure blurring as he disappeared from his original position.
The next moment, the two Ghostly Nether Claws lunged forward.
They left claw marks about a foot deep in the hard ground.
The power of the fully activated Ghostly Nether Claws was not limited to this. The two claws blurred and also disappeared from their original positions.
The next moment, the two claws appeared one in front of the other and lunged again.
Chilling winds gusted, and indistinct ghostly faces appeared within the black energy, looking exceptionally terrifying.
However, a cyan vortex about ten feet wide suddenly appeared. As it spun rapidly, it managed to barely block one of the ghostly claws.
At the same time, Ning Fa put on a pair of black gauntlets covered in sharp spikes and looking ferocious.
These were the Top-grade Magic Artifacts, the Black Obsidian Gauntlets, gifted to him by the Third Elder, Ning Zhongjiu.
He crossed his hands, channeling his vital energy.
His vital energy surged within him, emitting a roaring sound like rivers surging.
His hands immediately emitted dazzling black light, and then he punched out fiercely.
The other Ghostly Nether Claw was sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy blow.
Although the Ghostly Nether Claws were powerful, the Black Obsidian Gauntlets gifted by Ning Zhongyuan were also a Magic Tool of the same rank.
The power Ning Fa displayed using them was clearly greater than Ning Jiantao's Ghostly Nether Claws.
Ning Jiantao's aura fluctuated as his mind was connected to the claws, and his face turned pale.
At this moment, Ning Fa's body flickered slightly. He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared again.
Ning Jiantao inwardly cursed his bad luck. He forcibly suppressed the shock in his magic power and struggled to activate the Crimson Drum.
Rings of crimson sound waves were emitted.
Ning Fa's figure reappeared, but the silver magic balls of his Primordial Thunder Armor were spinning rapidly.
The restriction from the crimson sound waves on him was significantly weakened.
With just a few flashes, Ning Fa closed in on Ning Jiantao.
Under Ning Jiantao's horrified gaze, Ning Fa unleashed a fierce punch.
A black fist shadow, about ten feet large, struck towards him with an unstoppable force.
Ning Jiantao's expression changed drastically, but he remained calm despite his shock. He quickly crushed a golden talisman.
Instantly, a golden shield infused with surging golden light enveloped him.
Although the black fist shadow caused the shield to shake violently, it ultimately did not break through the defense.
Ning Jiantao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly controlled the Ghostly Nether Claws to attack Ning Fa again.
A cold glint flashed in Ning Fa's eyes. Under his mental command, the Azure Condensation Treasure Mirror floating above his head emitted streams of cyan vortices, blocking the two ghostly claws.
He then brought his hands together, and then pulled them apart forcefully, channeling the magic power from the Lesser Thunder Sources on his arms.
A silver spear, several feet long, appeared, crackling with lightning plasma and radiating ultimate destructive power.
Seeing the spear materialize, many people's expressions changed.
Ning Jiantao's expression shifted drastically; he even felt as if he might perish under this spear.
He immediately felt that the Adamantine Talisman wasn't secure enough and quickly took out another defensive magic tool that resembled a black turtle shell.
At this moment, the silver lightning spear shot out abruptly, leaving a scorching, blackened silver trail in its wake.
The delaying effect of the crimson sound waves in front seemed to have no impact on this spear.
"Boom!"
The golden light shield around Ning Jiantao exploded.
The silver lightning spear continued its momentum, and the high-grade magic artifact turtle shell was directly blasted with a large hole.
Ning Jiantao was utterly terrified.
Before he could react, another identical silver lightning spear had already taken shape in Ning Fa's hand.
Ning Jiantao was filled with dread and shouted frantically, "I concede!"
As he spoke, he frantically threw out various defensive magic tools.
Ning Fa acted as if he hadn't heard, directly channeling the magic power from two Lesser Thunder Sources into this silver lightning spear.
This Thunder Yuan Overlord Spear gleamed with blinding silver light, its silver lightning raging, its power stronger by three points than the previous spear.
"No!"
Ning Jiannan, standing on the high platform, shot to his feet and shouted in horror.
Ning Zhongjiu frowned, raised his right hand slightly, then put it back down.
Ning Weize, however, stood up abruptly, looking as if he were about to intervene.
At this moment, the First Elder Ning Zhongyuan, who had a smiling, prosperous appearance like a wealthy commoner, had a sharp glint in his eyes.
He chuckled, "Old Fourth is fine. Little Fa will hold back. Heh, I truly didn't expect him to grow to this extent. He is already qualified to vent his resentment. Don't hinder him at this time."
A dazzling silver rainbow shot out, accompanied by deafening thunderous roars.
Countless spiritual lights burst forth, and this overlord spear easily pierced through the several defensive magic tools in front of Ning Jiantao.
"Boom! Boom—"
With a burst of bloody light, Ning Jiantao let out a scream before falling unconscious.
His right arm, along with a small portion of his shoulder, had exploded into a mist of blood.
Ning Jiannan stood there dumbfounded, then slumped down dejectedly.
Ning Zhongjiu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, then returned to calm.
Ning Zhongyuan said indifferently, "Old Fourth, you can act now. With your Wood Transformation Art and a Revival Pill, it should allow Jiantao to regrow an arm. It will be difficult to recover his previous strength, though."
Ning Weize nodded and quickly flew to Ning Jiantao's side.
He fed him a green pill, then, with green light swirling in his hands, applied it to Ning Jiantao's severed arm.
Instantly, countless flesh buds appeared in his broken arm, slowly growing.
Ning Weize gave Ning Fa a deep look, then flew away with Ning Jiantao.
The Sixth Elder Ning Yaozu, who was personally serving as the referee, looked at Ning Fa with surprise and then loudly declared, "Ning Fa wins!"
"Uncle Fa, you're truly amazing!"
Xiao Yu, below the stage, cheered loudly, her eyes filled with admiration for Ning Fa.
The other clansmen from Ning Fa's branch were also ecstatic.
The expressions of the other spectators, however, were much more solemn.
Even the strongest individuals like Ning Nanqing and Ning Jikun looked at Ning Fa with grave expressions.
Although they believed they could all defeat Ning Jiantao, the strength Ning Fa displayed in defeating him made them feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.