It was as if they were the person themselves.
The four golden needles represented four Foundation Establishment stage Han Langs, and the short blade represented one Golden Core stage Sima Tuo.
The five figures continuously merged and intertwined, launching attacks against each other time and time again.
Han Lang was not in a hurry, watching what seemed to be an evenly matched battle.
He wanted to probe Sima Tuo's true strength further.
However, Sima Tuo did not think the same way.
He wanted victory, the championship title, and therefore, he was eager to defeat Han Lang quickly and claim all the rightful glory.
Thus, he exerted his strength, and the flying short blade in the center of the arena instantly flared with a brilliant light.
The powerful energy immediately put the golden needles at a disadvantage, and each strike seemed to become more sluggish.
In contrast, the short blade, now radiating with intense light, appeared somewhat smug. Riding on its overflowing energy, it repeatedly accelerated, relentlessly pursuing and attacking the four golden needles.
Han Lang's brow furrowed slightly.
The golden needles were controlled by him, and he could naturally sense the pressure within them.
But he never expected Sima Tuo to resort to such a crude method to win this fight.
Was this due to his own arrogance, or his desire for victory?
Han Lang didn't dwell on it.
He knew that thinking about it now was meaningless.
So, just like Sima Tuo, he focused his gaze, and the four golden needles also surged in speed, even appearing to have a slight edge over Sima Tuo.
Seeing this, Sima Tuo not only wasn't worried but grinned.
"Interesting! You can actually keep up with this speed! It seems your spell level is at least at the Earth tier or above!"
Han Lang was speechless, rolling his eyes.
He didn't answer Sima Tuo, but inwardly, he was complaining.
"Brother! Aren't you being too overconfident! This is the finals, you should at least inquire! Even the weakest cultivator, after watching my previous fights, would know that my spells are at least Heaven tier!"
Sima Tuo, of course, didn't know Han Lang's thoughts. He only knew that Han Lang's silence either meant disdain or that he was too occupied.
But no matter which possibility it was, it didn't satisfy him.
So, without another word, he controlled the blade with one hand and unleashed two palm strikes with the other.
"Fireball!"
Two fireballs condensed from energy shot directly towards Han Lang's body.
While this was not a high-level spell, being able to cast it instantly, especially in what appeared to be a tense situation, was a viable means of victory.
Han Lang didn't hesitate. The fireball spell cast by a Golden Core stage cultivator was not something he could afford to ignore.
So, he followed suit. He controlled the golden needles with his divine sense, gathered spiritual energy with his hands, and then, a ball of pale white energy met the fireballs.
With a "boom," the energy instantly exploded.
Sima Tuo's eyes widened as a result!
"Good lad! You can control spiritual artifacts with just your divine sense. It seems I underestimated the strength of your spells!"
This time, Sima Tuo didn't wait for Han Lang's reply. He directly increased his spiritual energy output, making the short blade glow even brighter, while simultaneously condensing two more large fireballs to attack Han Lang.
Han Lang dared not be negligent.
However, the power of these fireball spells was truly too weak.
He had to repeat his previous actions to resolve this crisis.
Seeing his two attacks fail, Sima Tuo grew somewhat enraged.
He no longer intended to entangle with Han Lang and instead shouted.
"Sword Shadow Clone!"
The next second, the short blade, which had been locked in a stalemate with Han Lang's four golden needles in the air, instantly split into two.
And it appeared that their strength was no different.
Sima Tuo meticulously controlled one blade to tie down the four golden needles, while the remaining short blade still aimed for Han Lang's body.
The crowd was terrified.
"No way? Is the battle over just like that?"
"Let's see if Han has any more tricks! If not, based on the previous estimations, it should be enough to end the fight!"
"If this is the case, I'll definitely switch from being a fan of Han Lang to a detractor. This kind of fight is just not exciting enough!"
As the crowd was discussing, Sima Tuo's short blade had already arrived before Han Lang.
Everyone couldn't help but gasp. Although the short blade was small, it was a formidable weapon.
If Han Lang were to be hit by this move, not only would victory belong to Sima Tuo, but his life might even be in danger!
However, just as everyone covered their eyes to avoid witnessing a bloody scene, someone suddenly shouted.
"Look quickly! Han Lang actually recalled two golden needles earlier!"
The crowd removed their hands from their eyes and looked eagerly.
They saw that at the location of Sima Tuo's two short blades, two golden needles each appeared to confront them.
"Damn! Han Lang actually has this kind of strength?" someone exclaimed with joy.
"Incredible! He can actually use two golden needles to defend against Sima Tuo!"
"Does this mean he was deliberately holding back during the previous fight? Is that appropriate in a competition like this?"
"Who cares! The master is confident!"
Hearing the excited discussion from below, Sima Tuo on the stage was also full of shock.
He had initially thought that Han Lang's strength was only enough to match him when using all four golden needles simultaneously. He hadn't expected that after Han Lang exerted more power, even two golden needles could block his offensive.
This was somewhat beyond his expectations!
"Good! Since that's the case, I'm even more excited. It's time to show you what I'm truly capable of!"
As soon as Sima Tuo finished speaking, he spread his arms slightly, and his body gradually began to float.
This sight amazed the crowd.
"Look quickly! It's the unique ability of the Golden Core stage: aerial flight!"
"Wow, this is the initial dream of every cultivator! If I could do that, I'd trade ten years of my life for it!"
"Brother! Ten years, you might not even reach the Golden Core stage, right? Trading like that, you're making a huge profit!"
"Exactly! What do you think a wishing dragon is, doesn't it calculate?"
The small banter did not affect Sima Tuo's actions.
After rising to mid-air, he looked down at Han Lang with an even more condescending gaze.
With a thought.
With a "swish."
The two short blades instantly merged into one and returned to his hand with lightning speed, held firmly by both hands.
This scene looked rather comical.
The short blade was originally only about a palm's length, and being held so tightly in his grip, not even the tip of the blade was visible.
But he seemed unfazed by this. He still raised the short blade high and then forcefully slashed downwards.
"Mountain Splitting Strike!"
Instantly, a massive blade energy surged towards Han Lang's head.
The gust of wind generated by the blade energy even distorted the flesh on Han Lang's face.
It was impossible for Han Lang not to be alarmed at this moment!
Even from a distance, he could feel the immense power of this saber strike, let alone being the target of the blade energy.
At the critical moment, Han Lang quickly recalled the four golden needles and placed them horizontally in front of him.
Although the four golden needles formed a stark contrast with the giant saber shadow, with a slight shout.
"Universe Stabilizing Pillar!"
The four golden needles instantly enlarged.
In just half a breath, the slender golden needles transformed into the size of house beams, arranging themselves before the blade, blocking the incoming blade energy.