The protective layer around Flal is a power bestowed by the divine, involving elents such as holy, darkness, and space, which currently lie beyond Ye Ruozai's ability to harness. Seeing that his attack failed, Ye Ruozai lifted a foot and kicked Flal, who was trying to resist, in the stomach. His figure gracefully spun in the air, once again switching his attack thod.
The combat techniques of both the Foundation Plane and the Daoist Realm flowed seamlessly from Ye Ruozai's hands, mixed and interwoven. Unlike Pei Yan, who has abandoned techniques and only pursues extre strength and speed in relentless attacks, Ye Ruozai's physical fortitude is not comparable, so the frequency of his attacks is not as high. However, each strike is aid at a point where the enemy is compelled to defend. His seemingly chaotic techniques are, in fact, coherent and logical. He never uses more than three moves from one sect's style before imdiately switching his attack thod at the right mont and angle, taking Flal by surprise, leaving him only capable of defending but not counterattacking.
"That's a technique from Celestial Sword Manor."
"Oh! That's from Heart Sword Sect, and that's a technique from Hongjun Sword Furnace. Why have I never seen this sword move before?"
"It seems to be the swordsmanship of their Foundation Plane, tut tut tut! Not only has he absorbed the techniques, but also about seventy to eighty percent of the Sword Intent, integrating it into his own moves. How does he also know the blade techniques of the Qinghe Cui Family's lineage? Good heavens! Just how many secret techniques from my Daoist Realm's sects did the Sovereign bestow upon him?"
"It's unbelievable that he could grasp so much without a ntor's guidance, and in just six months! Ye Ruozai's performance imdiately drew exclamations of wonder and admiration from the spectators of the Daoist Realm."
At this mont, an elder from the Immortal Palace's Hongjun Sword Furnace, eyes fixed on the stage where Ye Ruozai stood, shook his head and chuckled bitterly, "I don't deny this child's extraordinary talent, but talent alone wouldn't have enabled him to achieve what he's done. Are talented individuals in my Daoist Realm so rare? To master so many sects' secret techniques within six months, can anyone recall achieving such a feat in their youth? Can any disciple do it?"
"Uh…" His words left the surrounding onlookers speechless.
"Exactly, apart from his talent, what's more important is that he received favor from two Spirit Lords, who aided his analysis and fusion with a large quantity of our Dao Heart Stones, leading to today's effects." With a sigh of sentint, the elder continued, "I say this to encourage everyone not to be intimidated by his rapid progress and belittle themselves, and to remind you of one thing. From today's incident with Pei Yan and this child, it's evident the Sovereign shows much favor towards the Foundation Plane. Therefore, after this competition, our cooperation with them will comprehensively expand. Heed my advice: rid yourselves of any disdain towards the Investigation Hall, treat them with respect as you would fellow practitioners, lest we repeat the mistakes of the Celestial Secret Pavilion."
"Elder Song is right!"
"Thank you, Elder Song, for the reminder."
While the crowd outside was bustling in discussion, a turning point occurred in the fight inside. Though Flal was pierced in the throat by Ye Ruozai's sword and spat blood, he wasn't gravely injured. It was just Ye Ruozai's sudden attack that hurt his throat, and the damage healed quickly. However, due to this montary slip, he was caught in a flaw, causing him to appear a bit bedraggled under the fierce onslaught.
Faced with Ye Ruozai's exquisite moves and a relentless barrage stacking harm upon him, Flal indeed found it hard to hold his ground. As a mage, though he dabbled in martial arts, he couldn't claim mastery. Since he couldn't match the opponent in swordplay, there was no need to entangle further in this aspect. He must distance himself! It's necessary to show so skills and send him on his way.
Thinking this, Flal rapidly moved his fingers, and after dodging an incoming chop from Ye Ruozai, a rising fla issued from his fingertips. However, before this attack could take shape, the magic elents were absorbed by Ye Ruozai's longsword, while the surging elental force was inhaled into his abdon.
Flal had anticipated this developnt, and without panic, as Ye Ruozai absorbed the fla, a faint ticking of a clock echoed in his ears. This sound, indistinct amid the clamor of battle, went unnoticed by Ye Ruozai, while Flal inwardly rejoiced and calmly continued with his lure strategy.
Flal shifted positions while parrying Ye Ruozai's attacks, each ti his magic being adeptly absorbed and dissolved by Ye Ruozai using his longsword and self. Each resolution was accompanied by a faint tick of a clock. After Ye Ruozai consecutively absorbed five of Flal's attacks, his montum peaked. Flitting and dodging, he pinpointed a flaw in Flal, unleashing a killing move. This attack, unlike previous ones, ca after Ye Ruozai had already worn down ninety percent of Flal's body defenses. This sword strike decisively pierced through, breaching the defense and penetrating the chest.
After this, fearing it might not be enough to severely damage the opponent, he swung a knife horizontally, watching Flal being cleaved at the waist into two segnts, hot blood splattering on his face. Ye Ruozai felt not the joy of victory but a sense of dread. He imdiately fortified his entire body and leaped away from Flal's attack range.
There's a chance this move heavily wounded Flal, but it's unlikely to have killed him so easily; when things are too abnormal, there's surely sothing amiss!
Ye Ruozai's suspicion was correct. Just as his body was airborne, a force anchored him in place. He'd experienced this sensation before, where his body was immobilized, forcing him to endure his own attacks, the state the sa as now.
anwhile, the previously bisected Flal, under Ye Ruozai's gaze, reconstituted after a blur of light and shadow. His body, not only unhard but also with the divine protective blessing that Ye Ruozai had worn away now restored to its original state—only the bloodshed around testified that the attack indeed occurred and existed, rather than being re illusion.
Fully restored, Flal confidently stretched his palm toward Ye Ruozai, who was suspended mid-air, his expression fierce as he spat out three words: "Die now."
As the words fell, his palm clenched into a fist. Simultaneously, the five curse attacks previously absorbed by Ye Ruozai erged consecutively from the points of absorption. It was then Ye Ruozai realized he was at the very center of the five-attacks' range. Every step Flal had taken to evade was a setup, all leading to the final entrapnt that would deal a deadly blow.
"What a brilliant sche!" Ye Ruozai glanced sidelong at the smug Flal below, ready to send him off, and sneered.
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