A rare magical miracle in the world

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"Double Strike?!"

The Lu Wei Family's eyes widened; they couldn't imagine how one could catch two bolts of lightning at the same time.

It should be noted that the lightning wasn't summoned by the Lu Wei Family, but rather, they had calculated the approximate strike points of the lightning based on the wind and lightning flashes and then managed to catch it.

However, to catch one bolt of lightning was already the limit of human intellect, let alone two...

This was certainly not an ability; it must have involved quite a bit of luck.

Otherwise, it was utterly impossible for anyone to catch two bolts of lightning in an instant.

"Two of them!"

Bailuo had to admit that Old Luwei's move was beyond his expectations.

But Bailuo himself had already caught several bolts of lightning at once in the past and didn't care about this Double Strike, even if its technical content broke through the skies; it still couldn't change its essence of being merely 'Imperial Lightning.'

"Boom!"

The old man fell from the sky, but the Cross Spear landed even before he did.

The immense power smashed onto the sand, Old Luwei leveraged in the air and leapt towards Bailuo's direction once again.

"Crack!"

The third bolt of lightning fell, taken by Old Luwei's blade, but before he could release it, the fourth lightning bolt struck his Cross Longspear.

[Secret Technique]

[Kingdom of Wei Yuan: Descent of the Celestial Grandson]

The two lightning bolts intertwined in the old man's hands, man, spear, sword, and lightning, all fused into one and hurtled down towards Bailuo with the force of ten thousand jun.

"Can't dodge it!!"

Lightning could be returned, but Old Luwei's move was not about hurling lightning from afar but carrying the lightning to collide with Bailuo himself.

To harm the enemy a thousand, and self-harm, a thousand as well.

This fighting method, akin to a mutual destruction, was extremely shocking to Bailuo.

"There's no way to avoid it; I can only take it head-on."

"And if I do take this move, just those stray arcs will trigger a great many passives."

"An almost unbreakable move, huh..."

But it wasn't without a solution. Facing Old Luwei's onslaught, Bailuo didn't retreat but advanced. He raised the blade in his hand, and amid the roaring, a golden lightning bolt fell from the sky, striking precisely on Bailuo's blade.

"Hmm?!"

Old Luwei's pupils suddenly narrowed: "You have this move too?"

[Secret Technique: Imperial Lightning Return!]

If a blade can't deflect your lightning, then use lightning to return your lightning!

"Such a fight to the death, it's been a while!!!"

Old Luwei didn't panic; his eyes blazed with ecstasy, and his spear and blade were unstoppable.

"Boom!"

Lightning splattered, electric arcs centered on the two men, splintering everything within a 30-meter radius into shreds, leaving only scorched marks that told every spectator of its intensity and deadlock.

"10 seconds have passed!"

The senior sister counted down the time, accurately judging the condition of Old Luwei's body: "He must have lost by now."

The time had come, and Old Luwei's body couldn't bear any more ancestral state.

Thus, this battle was won by Bailuo.

"Grandpa, have you lost?"

As time ticked away, the figures of the two men stood motionless in the black smoke.

15 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds...

"Grandpa!"

Yellow Spring cried out anxiously, unable to fathom Old Luwei's defeat.

No, if he lost, he lost; that was hardly anything.

But...

"Old man," Asura gritted his teeth, his voice lowered to the faintest whisper: "Don't you die on me."

"Plop."

The Cross Longspear landed, and as the smoke cleared, Old Luwei knelt on both knees, and from him, a great deal of blood surged in all directions to form a pool.

"Indeed, I'm too old."

Old Luwei had many more techniques he hadn't been able to deploy, but his body couldn't withstand such a burden and was collapsing.

"Such moves, are they still not enough to shake you?"

In front of the old man, Bailuo stood with a broken Great Sword, standing proudly beneath the endless dark clouds, while a nearly waist-deep wound was clearly visible on Old Luwei's abdomen.

In that very moment just now, Bailuo had performed a move that even Old Luwei had not anticipated.

"You truly are a Living Saint."

Bailuo felt the life force inside the old man rapidly slipping away. He wanted to act, but the Black Leather Book still hadn't provided the prompt of a successful mission.

This made Bailuo somewhat anxious.

'Could it be?'

He thought of a possibility: 'Could it be that the prerequisite for awakening this miracle is...'

"Grandpa!"

"How much longer must you allow this old man to face disgrace?!"

Old Luwei shouted with all his strength, chiding the Lu Wei Family: "If you are a miracle, witnessing such a battle, why have you not awakened!"

Because of his shouting, Old Luwei's wound in his abdomen was affected, causing him severe pain, forcing him to look up and puff out his chest, his feet coming together behind him to assume an extremely standard seated posture.

"Go ahead, King Yatun!"

"Hmm?"

For the first time, Bailuo's hand grasping the sword trembled slightly.

"You must feel it, the true condition for its awakening."

Old Luwei felt it—there seemed to be a voice in the unseen, telling him where the door was to the final path.

And the key to that door lay in the old man's hands.

"You knew from the very beginning..."

"I didn't know, but it seems I did know, from the moment the little ones were born, I've had a premonition," Old Luwei: "It's like this, just like this."

At first, Old Luwei couldn't believe that his luck could be so good.

He had doubts, and he felt joy.
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But soon, Old Luwei realized that he was not the Master of Miracles; he was just a test for the true miracle.

Defeating him, in the presence of all the children, in a battle with no regrets.

Bailuo has done it.

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