The crowd was jubilant, the noise was deafening, yet Great Elder Zhang was sowhat puzzled.
Elder Feng then explained:
"Brother Zhang, you might not know, but this Mo Hua is an expert in
concealnt. And this Concealnt Technique of his, no one knows from where he inherited it. It can't be seen by the naked eye, nor can Divine Sense penetrate it, and even with ordinary artifact detection, it can't be broken. Truly troubleso..."
"But this is the Qian Learning State Boundary, with a long-standing Taoist tradition and countless inheritances. How could there be a spell that truly can't be broken?"
"Thus, after days and nights of planning and discussion by the Elders of Daoist Law from various sects, they finally grasped the foundations of this
Concealnt Technique and found a Spiritual Mirror to counter it."
"Now, with this Five Elents Spirit Mirror, the young one can no longer hide."
Elder Feng's tone was sowhat impassioned.
Great Elder Zhang remained silent, pondering:
A group of elders from a Great Sect, gathering together, holding overnight etings, to break a disciple's Concealnt Technique...
Is that truly sothing to be so proud of?
But this thought was sowhat rude, so Great Elder Zhang didn't express it.
Moreover, seeing Elder Feng so pleased, and the surrounding cultivators also joyful, in this atmosphere, Great Elder Zhang couldn't bring himself to say it.
"This child's movent technique is average, relying entirely on concealnt. to save his life."
"Once his concealnt is broken, he will be dead with no hope of survival!" Elder Feng declared resolutely.
Not only did Elder Feng think so, but this was also the consensus among the majority of the onlookers.
They had watched the previous sword discussions, and naturally knew the standard of Mo Hua's movent techniques.
Among the crowd, only Zhang Lan looked shocked.
He had no idea what on earth Elder Feng and the others were talking about. Average movent techniques, relying entirely on concealnt to save his life? Who were they talking about?
This absurd judgnt... how was it reached?
Are the cultivators of Qianxue State really this naive...
anwhile, in the sword discussion arena.
Feng Zichen held up the Spiritual Mirror, revealing the hidden "rascal" Mo Hua, and imdiately his longsword swept like the wind, slashing forth.
Mo Hua's Concealnt Technique was exposed, his face panicked, hurriedly dodging, narrowly avoiding the Sword Qi in a critical mont, appearing quite disheveled.
This slash was barely dodged.
But without the cover of the Concealnt Technique, Mo Hua was exposed under the sword edge, like a mouse under a cat's foot. Having avoided one slash, there would be a second.
Feng Zichen cultivated in speed swordsmanship, and the second slash ca swiftly.
But Mo Hua, perhaps luckily, lunged forward, rolled on the ground, and narrowly avoided this slash.
Linghu Xiao and the others, seeing Mo Hua in danger, wanted to help.
But the people of Carefree Sect were just as fast in both their movent and swordplay, teaming up together, their Sword Qi spun into a continuous wind screen, trapping Linghu Xiao and the others in the middle.
Fast swords ant stronger power.
But fast swords also could not last long.
The Carefree Sect people couldn't hold Linghu Xiao for too long, but in a short
ti, restricting them with a fierce assault was enough.
That bit of ti was enough for Feng Zichen to kill Mo Hua.
And Feng Zichen took the opportunity to strike a third and fourth slash.
These two slashes didn't kill Mo Hua.
But they won a round of applause.
The outside spectators, watching Mo Hua being driven into a disordered panic by Feng Zichen, all cheered:
"Good! Toy with him!"
"Let him taste what it feels like to be toyed with."
"Kill him slowly, don't finish too quickly, or it would be too easy for him."
"Yes, toy with him slowly, slash by slash, let him hover between life and death, make him like a mouse darting back and forth, let him suffer humiliation until he dies, being toyed to death!"
"Just like he toyed with others using the Five Elents Spell..."
"This is called using one's own way to treat one's own self..."
Inside the arena, Feng Zichen couldn't hear their words, but was indeed doing exactly as the audience wished, slashing at Mo Hua, one after another.
Mo Hua dodged continuously, occasionally rolling on the ground.
The crowd burst into laughter, the atmosphere soaring into cheerfulness.
But as ti went by, as they continued to watch, they gradually stopped
laughing.
Because Feng Zichen was still slashing, and Mo Hua was still dodging.
"That's enough... it's pretty much over... you can slash him dead now..."
"Stop playing.."
"Has Feng Zichen gotten addicted to playing? Just kill him with one slash, stop
playing, don't overdo it..."
But Feng Zichen really wasn't playing.
From the beginning, he was earnestly slashing, but after all this ti, not a
single slash had hit.
Now, he sensed sothing was wrong.
Not only Feng Zichen, but many elders and sharp-eyed cultivators outside also
sensed sothing was off, their expressions turning somber.
Great Elder Zhang slowly said, "This Mo Hua, it seems his movent technique
is... not that bad?"
Elder Feng was silent.
But faced with the facts, he had to admit, "There's sothing there..."
But it's just a little.
Even if this kid's movent technique is good, could it be better than the one
who's mastered both Carefree Wind Stepping Technique and Trigram Wind
Wandering Step, Feng Zichen?
In the sword discussion arena, Feng Zichen's gaze grew colder.
He was unlike Mo Hua, a noble-minded "good youth".
The sword discussion valued direct confrontations, to see whose sword was
faster, more precise, and more powerful, without resorting to trickery. Thus, from the beginning, his intent in slashing at Mo Hua was to kill him with
one stroke.
Originally in his plan, this one slash should have been enough to take Mo Hua's
life.
But evidently, he miscalculated, and Mo Hua evaded.
After that, each of his attacks grew slightly faster, targeting Mo Hua's vital
organs, but Mo Hua still evaded.
Each subsequent slash ca faster than the last.
But no matter how fast, Mo Hua dodged them all. Feng Zichen understood that this Mo Hua was playing him.
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