Chapter 179, Cycled Lagrangian Point

Translator: Tamon

 

Gravity was the most common and most mysterious force in the universe. It was present in every corner, one of the forces the universe was built on. It was ‘unknown’ how gravity transferred. It just so happened that the slightly more advanced Earth in theoretical physics found this ‘graviton,’ a still incomprehensible particle, to be behind this transfer.

 

Therefore, even with the ability of Divine Province’s immortal cultivation, it still couldn’t cut off ‘gravity.’ The barrier set on their arena had no effect in blocking Ai Changyuan’s attack from spreading throughout the stage, turning the whole area into a gravitational anomaly. All freshmen felt that their sense of balance was tilted in the direction of the 9th arena. The Foundation Establishment judges even had to suspend the other matches.

 

“Are those two really in Qi Refining Realm?” Wu Fan had to lean back, using the ground’s gravity to offset Ai Changyuan’s influence. “Nothing about them is similar to the rest of us.”

 

Wu Fan’s doubts were common to many others.

 

[Their weighted value is already 2, no different from a Foundation Establishment cultivator!]

 

[They could fight against a Foundation Establishment with their early Qi Refining cultivation!]

 

Wu Shiqin pulled out a piece of paper, having one on her at all times—a good habit all modern cultivators acquired. She ripped it to pieces and threw them. The pieces ended up falling way slower than usual. And every time a breeze fluttered them, they would move closer towards Wang Qi’s arena.

 

“The pull value is lower. What should be close to ten, is now eight…”

 

Turning at her muttering, Mao Zimiao asked, “Shiqin, are you imitating Senior Fermi in determining the pull value? Have you come to a specific number?”

 

Nuclear Dharma Fermi once worked with Sacred Heavenly Sword Oppenheimer in creating the Heavenly Sword. In one of the experiments, he’d been miles away from the place where the sword was operated and threw pieces of paper. Through observing the movement of the pieces, he surveyed the Heavenly Sword’s effects on the world, using them as the basis for calculating the Heavenly Sword’s operating conditions. The gesture became legendary.

 

Wu Shiqin shook her head. “Just a simple determination of pull value. Ai Changyuan’s pulling force isn’t constant.”

 

A sudden uproar came. “Look, there they are!”

 

“Devils!”

 

Ai Changyuan rushed for Wang Qi, his hands circling like he was kneading a ball, forming another dark sphere of terrible power.

 

Heaven Fall Palm!

 

Wang Qi’s first reaction against it was to close his eyes and breathe. He ignored the instinct to cough as the blood flowed from his nose and into his throat, breathing to settle his heart. Universal Pull’s gravitation was drawing him towards the deadly sphere.

 

[What’s this? Is Wang Qi giving up?]

 

All onlookers were confused.

 

Before the Heaven Fall Palm arrived, Wang Qi waved his blade. The blade didn’t need guidance, for gravity made sure it would go straight for the darkened sphere.

 

On contact, Wang Qi felt a peculiar constraining force on his hands. A normal magic item would’ve crumbled by now from Ai Changyuan’s power. However, the wave matter around the blade took the brunt instead of the item, and the ripples were torn asunder by an invisible hand. Yet the gravitational sphere soon crumbled from the disorder the Celestial Entropy’s power instilled.

 

As the gravity ball collapsed, Ai Changyuan was quick to react by cutting off his connection with the spiritual power to avoid being affected as well. Wang Qi pressed his advantage and hacked!

 

Again and again and again…

 

Ai Changyuan felt a bit of pressure from the onslaught. Shouting, he roared with all his might and punched seven times at Wang Qi’s seven strikes. The rebounded blade left behind trails of Saber Energy around him.

 

White Marsh True Array Divider!

 

It was a shame it didn’t match Grand Ripple Enigma as the Grand Ripple Fist or Sword did, or Celestial Entropy with Searing Annihilating Heaven Palm. Myriad Arts Sect’s martial arts’ truly wonderous effects only came about when trained to near perfection. Grasping them hardly showcased a great art’s might.

 

Ai Changyuan’s palm sped up, leaving afterimages that dazed any who watched. Against the incoming rain of strikes, Wang Qi drew a step closer, his feet spun in a circle while the blade trailed for Ai Changyuan following the trajectory of the previous Saber Energy.

 

The two Saber Energies were added and the blade’s edge shot for Ai Changyuan.

 

Ai Changyuan was a little startled at the heavy blow, but the youth didn’t panic. His hand made a fist and went for a body blow with a Universal Pull-empowered punch, ignoring the blade.

 

A tearing sound was heard as Ai Changyuan’s fist grazed Wang Qi’s shoulder, taking with it a few threads. On the other hand, Wang Qi’s blade grazed his cheek, leaving a scratch.

 

They jumped back at the same time at the last moment, avoiding a mutual defeat.

 

Wang Qi shouted, whirling his blade with a fierce Saber Energy. Surge Break!

 

The lunatics went and attacked now of all times.

 

The slashes overlapped, multiplying the power. Wang Qi’s Hyperbolic geometry-overcoming blade skill and White Marsh True Array Divider worked seamlessly. He even instilled some surging sword energy, making the air a foot around contribute to the attack.

 

The stunning move left everyone in shock. Even Langde Immortal Institute’s disciples had to admit the guy was too strong, too amazing for the average disciple to even think about fighting him.

 

Except one.

 

Hu Jianghao watched the two jumping at each other’s throats with a sick smile.

 

[Wang Qi, others might buy your lie but I won’t! You’re inferior in every way. It’s always Surge Break and Deluge Art, nothing more. Ha-ha-ha!]

 

[The bastard Ai Changyuan is good in melee and would finish you off at the first chance!]

 

The two’s fight intensified as blood, sword energy, rags, and sweat flew. Gradually, Argent Apex’s side quieted down. All could see Wang Qi was being pushed back. His robes were torn more and more, and his blade was losing its strength.

 

These obvious signs made it hard to notice the subtle smirk on his lips.

 

[Success!]

 

[It was worth getting beaten over it.]

 

Ai Changyuan’s style became smoother and more skilled with every blow. With a low whistle, he drew one of his hands to rub balls while keeping Wang Qi on his toes with the other.

 

[Hurry up and cut him off!]

 

It was the prayer of every Argent Apex disciple, yet Wang Qi backpedaled out of nowhere.

 

He missed his chance to break the opponent’s finishing blow.

 

Wang Qi showed no trace of regret, actually beaming instead.

 

“You only know how to rub balls, but I’ve already calculated your skill’s gravitational constant.

 

“The way I’ll turn the tables is with Lagrange point!”