Chapter 131: Winning the Championship 1 |
Just as Yang Jing’s pitch-black longsword neared Chen Mobai’s neck, a ripple of water spread out and instantly transformed into a massive water wall separating the two.
“Bang!”
The longsword plunged into the water wall, causing an explosive splash!
“All your methods, I’ve seen through them in this seven-round magic duel. Other than your Purple Blaze Sword Aura talisman, I have ways to break everything else.”
The pitch-black longsword spiraled and shattered the water wall, hurtling straight towards Chen Mobai’s chest.
Crack!
But at that moment, the shattered water wall froze into ice spikes under the influence of Ice Breath, blocking all space between the two from all directions. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of ice spikes being shattered by the pitch-black longsword resounded throughout the arena. Yang Jing, appearing like a bolt of black lightning, breached all obstructions and attacked Chen Mobai’s right shoulder. Chen Mobai’s divine sense exploded in its entirety, tracking his opponent’s movements, his right hand covered in dark water which rapidly froze into an Ice Claw, catching the pitch-black longsword that was aimed at his shoulder in the nick of time.
However, at this moment, black smoke rose from Yang Jing’s other hand and transformed into a short stick, striking straight at Chen Mobai’s forehead.
But at this moment, Chen Mobai’s divine sense rippled again, veins bulging in his forehead, as he quickly expanded the range of the Water Elemental Shield to cover his entire upper body.
A massive force hit him in the waist and sent him flying into the air.
What I saw really was different from reality.”
Chen Mobai replayed their brief one-minute encounter in his mind, seeking traces of Yang Jing’s cultivation technique.
Firstly, his vision would deviate at critical moments.
Secondly, the black smoke should be a medium similar to Xuan Ice Change, freely shifting in form, possibly a specifically refined “gas.”
Finally, Chen Mobai sensed a greater source of spiritual power within her. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, Yang Jing held her sword again, as the short stick in her hand morphed under her control into four black small daggers, aimed at Chen Mobai’s chest.
Her illusions cannot bewilder the divine sense.”
Chen Mobai found some loopholes in Yang Jing’s cultivation techniques, but he hadn’t reached Foundation Establishment and hence could not leave his body through divine sense.
“Fortunately, my divine sense can accompany spiritual power into controllable spiritual bodies. Let’s try this.”
With a thought, Chen Mobai activated the Propulsion Technique, moving erratically.
All the black daggers aimed at him missed.
As expected, despite Yang Jing’s ability to confuse his vision, she could only resort to close combat when faced with Chen Mobai’s unpredictable movements.
At that moment, Chen Mobai swung his hands and all the dark water under his divine sense control converted into slender spikes of ice that shot out in a large radius.
“It’s useless, what you are seeing is not the real me.”
Yang Jing’s voice sounded three meters to the left from where Chen Mobai saw her. However, in the blink of an eye, she was already in front of him, wielding her pitch-black longsword.
But just as she was about to strike, her eyes widened in surprise. Her body reacted as if harmed, retreating explosively in the opposite direction.
Just a reminder, the same trick doesn’t work on me.”
Chen Mobai stood in the same spot, watching Yang Jing clutching her stomach wound with a light laugh.
“You can’t possibly see my real body.”
Yang Jing, her brow furrowed, pulled out the ice spike that had nearly gone through her abdomen.
“Do you know, the scariest on the battlefield are rookie gunmen because even they don’t know where their bullets will end up.”
“Just now, even I didn’t know where some of those ice spikes were going to end up.”
“Lucky strike, I managed to hit you once.”
As Chen Mobai spoke, he covered the area on his waist where Yang Jing had struck him with a short stick. Although the Ice Armor had provided some protection, the force still made its way into his body, causing some pain.
“You won’t have such luck next time.”
Yang Jing raised her head and, all of a sudden, vanished from the dueling platform.
Chen Mobai frowned slightly. The wide-range ice spike attack he had just used was extremely draining on his Spiritual Power. He could only use it two more times at most.
However, luckily, after this probing attack, he had thought of a solution to break the illusions.
“Over here!”
A Water Elemental Shield materialized in front of Chen Mobai’s left side, blocking a pitch-black long sword that suddenly pierced out from the void.
Yang Jing widened her eyes in disbelief, yet shortly after, she once again disappeared into the void.
Swish!
Chen Mobai turned his head to the right rear, the Water Elemental Shield moved to this side, blocking the pitch-black long sword yet again.
Boom boom boom boom!
Yang Jmg’s silhouette appeared everywhere as if omnipresent, but every time she attacked, Chen Mobai predicted and blocked her attacks beforehand with the Water Elemental Shield.
Drip!
A droplet of sweat slid off Yang Jing’s chin, landing on the dueling platform, making a faint noise. To her ears, however, it sounded like thunder.
“So that’s how it is!”
Looking up at Chen Mobai’s surroundings, she finally noticed droplets of transparent water floating around him within a two-meter range, leaving no dead angle.
Every time she attempted to attack, she had to approach Chen Mobai, but as soon as she came closer, she would touch the water droplets suspended in the air. Chen Mobai, who controlled these droplets, could then detect her moves.
No wonder her clothes felt much wetter.
Danger!
But by the time Yang Jing realized, it was already too late.
An intense chill burst from her body surface, soon followed by a layer of white frost covering her entire body.
Chen Mobai raised his right hand, several dozen water droplets forming an icicle, guided by his Divine Sense, shot towards the now frozen Yang Jing’s chest.
“I still have one last strike!”
As the acute pain from her chest hit, in her completely frozen state, Yang Jing’s eyes suddenly emitted an eerie glow, meeting Chen Mobai’s gaze.
Divine Sense Attack!
Chen Mobai felt a severe headache.
He didn’t expect Yang Jing to perform a divine sense attack without reaching the Foundation Establishment stage. However, his diligent practice of the Nourishing Thought Forge God Technique was now coming into play.
As soon as a strand of Yang Jing’s divine sense rushed into his sea of consciousness, it was blocked by the two budding leaves of his contemplation.
Chen Mobai staggered slightly but quickly regained his balance.
“Why is his Divine Sense so steady? Could it be that he didn’t practice with the Mind Incense?”
It was the last thought that crossed Yang Jing’s mind before she passed out due to the backlash of her Divine Sense attack.
Slowly opening his eyes, Chen Mobai looked at the unconscious Yang Jing lying on the dueling platform with furrowed brows.
A worthy opponent!
At that moment, the referee, a teacher, stepped onto the stage. He first checked on the fallen Yang Jing, and then walked up to Chen Mobai, announcing the final result.
Congratulations, you are the champion of the magic duel!”