Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2129 Chapter 1005: Decapitation Match

This round's sword discussion is a decapitation match.

On the "decapitation" rules, Mo Hua actually possessed a superior strategy, yet with the Xuan Character Bureau having only finished a handful of rounds, it remained too soon; exposing excess trump cards would prove unwise.

Furthermore, Mo Hua aimed to redeem the reputation of the Fireball Technique.

He intended to impart a key lesson: within the vast array of Taoist Skills, every one boasts its own merits and flaws; power isn't reserved solely for Superior Daoist Magic.

Provided one studies it earnestly, wields it adeptly, and applies it with skill, even a basic Fireball Technique demands respect.

The Debating Bell sounded, signaling the start of the sword discussion.

Disciples from each faction launched into motion.

For the Xuan Character Sword Discussion's "decapitation match," the arena spanned greater expanses, featuring intricate landscapes like hills, rivers, marshes, and woods.

Starting spots varied at random.

The two teams could clash right away, leaving no room for complacency.

Guided by Qin Cangliu, the Gui Water Sect disciples stepped into the arena, instantly extending their Divine Sense while gripping swords in readiness. Once they verified the area's security, the Gui Water Sect proceeded with Qin Cangliu positioned as the central "leader," probing ahead for foes. They opted for "attack."

Mo Hua's team, however, selected "defense."

In a decapitation match, the enemy's leader appeared "strong," whereas their own seemed "weak."

Mo Hua required no deliberation; the rivals would surely pick "aggressive attack."

Were he in their shoes, he'd do likewise.

After all, the allure of a "fragile" leader ripe for a single fatal blow was irresistible.

Thus, Mo Hua resolved to "wait by the tree stump for the rabbit."

In stark contrast to the wary Gui Water Sect, Mo Hua displayed remarkable poise as he entered the arena.

His Divine Sense proved exceptionally potent, allowing him to swiftly survey the nearby terrain of peaks and waterways, then gesturing toward a modest woodland several miles off to the right, he declared:

"Let's head there."

Linghu Xiao and the rest gave their nods.

Though Ouyang Xuan refrained from nodding, he trailed along dutifully.

Arriving at the modest woodland, Mo Hua set about erecting the Formation and positioning its elements.

Having circled the area a few times in preparation, the five Gui Water Sect members, wandering through bogs and ridges without spotting anyone, ultimately veered toward Mo Hua's woodland.

The gap separating the groups wasn't vast; an encounter seemed imminent within a quarter-hour.

Beyond the Taoist Field, following a stretch of dull anticipation, the spectators started to buzz with excitement.

"At last, something thrilling to observe..."

"This 'Qin Cangliu' of Gui Water Sect isn't your average disciple. Hailing from the Qin lineage, his roots even link to the noble houses of the Taoist Court in Taoist State."

"I've heard he's truly from Taoist State, sent to the Qian State's Qin family for his education..."

"Is that so?"

"I merely said I've 'heard'..."

"Hearsay aside, his standing is undoubtedly elevated. Rumors swirl that in the Qian Learning State Boundary, daughters from numerous prestigious clans have sought betrothals with the Qin family, aiming to forge ties with Young Master Qin, yet none could gain entry..."

"His betrothal was set in Taoist State."

"Other tales might be fabricated, but 'engagement' affairs like this can't be invented. Lacking a solid clan backing, such assurance wouldn't exist."

"Plus, word is that Qin Cangliu's passed-down Swordsmanship stands out remarkably." "The Gui Water Sword Skill from Gui Water Sect?"

"No, the Swordsmanship he inherited doesn't belong to Gui Water Sect; it's the Qin clan's 'Canghai Hengliu Sword Technique,' an elite Superior Water Series Swordsmanship, renowned as the family's heirloom, accessible to scarcely anyone..."

"How does it stack up against Linghu Xiao?"

"Tough to judge, Linghu Xiao's Sword Heart shines pure and celebrated, yet Qin Cangliu embodies the reserved, reliable scion of nobility, avoiding ostentation in routine."

"He likely immersed himself, refining his blade over a decade, plotting to dazzle and emerge at this Sword Discussion Conference."

"That's the mark of true talents; amid the flattery and honors, some fail to match the buzz. A single bout will expose the 'real gold' from the 'gilded imitation.'"

"Thus, this sword discussion promises real spectacle..."

"It's an authentic clash of Sword Dao prodigies!"

Xiao and Qin Cangliu, these twin marvels.

The crowd's focus locked almost wholly on the clash between Linghu

Besides, many recalled Mo Hua too, that Formation Master skilled with

the Fireball Technique.

"This being a decapitation match, Mo Hua unwittingly became the 'leader.' He must now join the fray head-on, no?"

"If he sits it out, what's his option?"

"Resort to the Fireball Technique once more?"

"Previously, Wu Ming proved a flop. From Kun State, where wealthy houses abound, he flaunted flashy Spiritual Artifacts to crash the sword discussion..."

"Wu Ming's lack of skill made him prey to the Fireball

Technique."

"Yet Qin Cangliu differs; as a genuine heir of Sect legacy, he'd never fall for a simple Fireball Technique."

"Likely, upon facing off, Mo Hua won't get a chance to unleash the Fireball Technique and will perish in a single blow..."

"What a shame, robbing us of the Sword Dao geniuses' duel."

"I wish Mo Hua could endure longer, avoid a swift defeat, or we'd have little to savor..."

As the onlookers outside conversed, within the field, the rival disciple bands at last converged beyond the modest woodland.

Qin Cangliu and his quartet, donned in dark aquatic Taoist Robes, brandishing longswords of icy blue tones, confronted the Taixu Gate quartet:

Linghu Xiao, Ouyang Xuan, Cheng Mo, and Situ Jian.

Mo Hua was nowhere in sight.

The Taixu Gate four adopted a "defensive" array, facing down Gui Water

Sect, shielding the modest woodland.

Qin Cangliu's eyes scanned beyond the four, fixing on the remote woodland.

The woods grew thick, a subtle aura pulsing inside; evidently, a presence lurked within.