Capítulo 1791: Chapter 1791: The Sound of the Flute
Martial artists like Brant Fairbanks typically focus on strengthening their bodies.
They refine and fortify their physique by absorbing spiritual power from heaven and earth.
But in terms of spirit, they are not much different from ordinary people.
Even if their willpower becos stronger through trials during their cultivation, it’s not that strong.
Everyone has weaknesses.
Brant Fairbanks’ weakness, precisely, is his spirit.
In fact, the vast majority of martial artists’ weakness is their spirit.
They can kill an enemy with one punch, can kill invisibly from hundreds of ters away by channeling spiritual power.
But, they can’t resist ntal interference.
Scenery arises from the heart.
What troubles martial artists is precisely themselves.
But everyone understands the reasoning; when facing illusions, even soone as strong as Brant Fairbanks falls into chaos.
“What’s going on! I’m trapped in an illusion! Master, where are you? Where am I? Why is there a devil in front of !”
“No! Don’t kill ! I surrender!”
“Damn it, I’ll fight you all!”
The first disciples from Ocean Academy to fall for it imdiately plunged into panic.
What they say in the illusion can’t be heard by the outside world.
Similarly, they also can’t hear the outside world.
Completely isolated from the world.
In such a situation, likely only death awaits them.
There is no other way.
Or soone could kill the man creating these illusions.
Calling out won’t wake them up.
People in the illusion can’t distinguish whether they are awake or have re-entered the illusion.
Not only the Ocean Academy, but even Boulevard’s martial artists who were further away inhaled that yellow drug and heard the flute sound.
And likewise, so were dizzy.
So couldn’t control their bodies.
But due to being farther, they could still maintain consciousness, though it seed like they lost control of their bodies long ago.
“West Tower, what should we do!”
The martial artists’ faces were full of panic.
If those from Ocean Academy were to be killed, they would definitely be the next to die!
“Yeah! We are caught in ntal control, what should we do!”
“If it can’t be helped, let’s surrender! It’s better to live ignobly than die bravely.”
In the face of life and death.
Or rather, in the tornt of waiting for death, so couldn’t bear it.
They were opportunistic martial artists from the beginning, whether joining Boulevard or Demarco Mount, for achieving success and a promising future.
Now faced with life and death, naturally they were afraid.
“Don’t panic! We will try to break free from this control!”
So great grandmasters closed their eyes, forcibly channeling spiritual power within to expel the hallucinogen!
ntal control is indeed terrifying, but controlling this group of great grandmasters is extrely difficult!
Therefore, the drug was needed as an aid.
What really trapped them in the illusion was this drug and their own selves.
The one playing the flute was rely an initiator.
A hundred people listening to a tune might think of a hundred different scenarios.
The illusion wasn’t made by the flutist but by martial artists imprisoning themselves in it!
Unable to break free!
Seeing isn’t necessarily believing.
Hearing isn’t necessarily truth!
The information received by the eyes and ears ultimately must be communicated to the brain.
But the problem lies with the brain.
“I don’t believe that I, Brant Fairbanks, can’t break this formation!”
Clang!
Brant Fairbanks struck the ground with his longsword, forcefully infusing spiritual power!
Buzz!
A loud boom!
The Ocean Academy disciples, shaken by the sword Qi, had their internal micro-worlds out of balance, and the spiritual power began to rampage!
Boom!
One couldn’t withstand it and exploded on the spot!
And the remaining few shared the sa fate.
Within just a minute, all the Ocean Academy disciples died under the headmaster’s sword Qi.
anwhile, four appeared enemies before Brant Fairbanks disappeared.
An illusion must have been seen before.
If sothing has never been seen, it absolutely cannot appear in an illusion.
In other words, although what the eyes see is distorted, it inevitably appears in the illusion!
Four Academy disciples died!
Disappeared!
Brant Fairbanks quickly determined the previous positions of those four disciples through recollection!
Combined with his prior sight of the flutist’s position, Brant Fairbanks lifted the longsword from the ground!
With a swift slash forward!
Boom!
A loud noise echoed!
The flutist leapt into the air, avoiding this attack.
However, the flute sound paused briefly.
This pause allowed Brant Fairbanks to quickly exit the illusion!
“Die for !”
He lifted his head, directly locking onto the flutist!
But before he could take action!
Boom!
The illusion descended once again!
This ti, the flute sound was even stronger!
Even the martial artists from Boulevard were plunged into the illusion.
Along with their warhorses, who were equally frightened, roaring away.
Only Julius Reed remained unfazed.
Unmoved.
This ntal interference was too strong.
The identity of the flutist was erging clearly.
It was Ichiro Carmichael, one of Demarco Mount’s Ministry of Ceremony trio, the Falling British Hermit!
A single flute can create a whole world!
A single flute can cut off vast rivers and mountains!
Who would have thought that Ichiro Carmichael would beco Cold Nelson’s lackey.
Betraying himself!
Julius Reed knew if he didn’t act now, these martial artists, too reckless or arrogant, would et their end here.
Julius Reed never shows rcy to traitors!
On the White Dragon Alliance’s platform.
Marco Jackson, upon seeing this, was sowhat surprised and said, “Holy Envoy, what’s with those people, why are they acting like madn?”
Just by playing a flute, they scared the enemy silly?
He had never heard of such a thing.
“This person is one of our Demarco Mount’s Ministry of Ceremony trio, nicknad Golden Flute Yama!” The Demarco Mount’s envoy’s face was full of pride, “To be frank with you, as long as Ichiro Carmichael makes a move, these people have only one path to death.”
“So that’s the case!”
Marco Jackson quietly felt fortunate that surrendering to Cold Nelson was such a wise decision!
If confronted with such a formidable enemy, not a single one from his White Dragon Alliance would survive.
On the battlefield, Brant Fairbanks, with a sword in hand, like a blind man, flailed wildly!
Ichiro Carmichael couldn’t kill him or get close, but was wearing down Brant Fairbanks’ stamina.
Once his stamina was drained, the outco would be the sa.
The flute sound rose sharply!
So even fell into madness!
They despaired.
Roar!
Suddenly.
A sound ca!
The martial artists’ minds went blank and they actually erged from the illusion!
Including Brant Fairbanks, what they saw with their eyes was finally the original world!
Dragon chant!
Julius Reed used the dragon chant technique to shatter the flute sound.
For the great grandmasters, this mont was enough to allow them to erge from the illusion.
“Who!”
Ichiro Carmichael held the flute in one hand, asking loudly.
The flute sound broke off.
Continuing it was difficult.
He eagerly wanted to see who had such a ans to break the illusion he created.
“Ocean Academy, West Tower.”
Julius Reed rode forward calmly on a horse.
If he didn’t act now, these martial artists would go insane.
Even if he acted now, Brant Fairbanks, due to massive stamina depletion, couldn’t possibly defeat Ichiro Carmichael.
So he had to go himself.
“Oh? Never heard of you.” Ichiro Carmichael shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter, I don’t like being rembered,” Julius Reed, mounted on his horse, looked him in the eye.
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