Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2157 Chapter 1014: Above Me_2

The spectators buzzed with excitement, their cheers roaring like thunder, but Great Elder Zhang felt a touch of confusion.

Elder Feng proceeded to clarify:

"Brother Zhang, perhaps you're unaware, but this Mo Hua excels at

concealment. His Concealment Technique's origin remains a complete mystery to everyone. The naked eye fails to spot it, Divine Sense cannot pierce through it, and even standard artifact scans prove useless against it. It's genuinely a headache..."

"Yet here in the Qian Learning State Boundary, rich with ancient Daoist legacy and endless inheritances, how could any spell prove truly unbreakable?"

"That's why the Daoist Law Elders from multiple sects spent days and nights scheming and debating, until they uncovered the core of this

Concealment Technique and devised a Spiritual Mirror to shatter it."

"With this Five Elements Spirit Mirror in play, that kid can't stay hidden anymore."

Elder Feng spoke with a surge of enthusiasm.

Great Elder Zhang stayed quiet, lost in thought:

A bunch of elders from a mighty Sect, huddling in endless night sessions to crack a mere disciple's Concealment Technique...

Was that really worth boasting about?

Still, such a notion seemed impolite, so Great Elder Zhang kept it to himself.

Besides, with Elder Feng beaming in delight and the nearby cultivators all thrilled, the lively mood made it impossible for Great Elder Zhang to voice his doubts.

"This boy's movement technique is nothing special, depending solely on concealment

to cling to life."

"Now that his concealment stands exposed, he's as good as dead, without a shred of chance!" Elder Feng proclaimed firmly.

Elder Feng wasn't alone in this view; most of the watching crowd shared the same belief.

Having observed the earlier sword exchanges, they all understood the level of Mo Hua's movement techniques.

In the midst of the onlookers, only Zhang Lan wore a stunned expression.

He couldn't fathom what Elder Feng and the rest were even discussing. Mediocre movement techniques, surviving purely through concealment? Who exactly were they describing?

This ridiculous assessment... how did they arrive at it?

Were the cultivators of Qianxue State truly this gullible...

At the same time, within the sword discussion arena.

Feng Zichen raised the Spiritual Mirror, exposing the sneaky "brat" Mo Hua, and right away, his longsword whipped through the air like a gale, slicing forward.

With his Concealment Technique laid bare, Mo Hua's face twisted in alarm, as he scrambled to evade, just barely escaping the Sword Qi at the last second, looking utterly ragged.

This strike had been dodged by a hair.

Yet without the shield of his Concealment Technique, Mo Hua lay vulnerable beneath the blade's threat, much like a rat cornered by a feline. Surviving one cut meant facing the next.

Feng Zichen practiced swift sword arts, so his follow-up strike arrived in a flash.

Mo Hua, by some stroke of fortune, perhaps, threw himself ahead, tumbling across the ground, and barely sidestepped this blow.

Linghu Xiao and his companions, witnessing Mo Hua's peril, yearned to intervene.

However, the Carefree Sect members matched their speed in both steps and strikes, uniting their efforts as their Sword Qi wove into an unrelenting barrier of wind, encircling Linghu Xiao and the others.

Swift swords delivered greater force.

But swift swords also drained endurance quickly.

The Carefree Sect folks couldn't contain Linghu Xiao for long, yet in that brief span,

their intense barrage proved sufficient to pin them down.

That sliver of time allowed Feng Zichen to finish off Mo Hua.

And Feng Zichen seized the moment for a third and fourth strike.

These two blows failed to end Mo Hua.

But they sparked a wave of cheers.

The external audience, seeing Mo Hua chased into chaotic frenzy by Feng Zichen, erupted in approval:

"Excellent! Toy with him some more!"

"Make him feel the sting of being played."

"Take him down gradually, don't rush the end, or it'd be letting him off too lightly."

"Right, drag it out, cut by cut, keep him teetering on the edge of life and death, turn him into a frantic rodent scurrying about, force him through endless shame until his demise, played to his last breath!"

"Just as he toyed with foes using the Five Elements Spell..."

"This is what they call treating others with their own medicine..."

In the arena, Feng Zichen remained deaf to their shouts, yet he carried out precisely what they craved, hacking at Mo Hua relentlessly, strike after strike.

Mo Hua kept evading, now and then dropping to roll on the dirt.

The crowd exploded in guffaws, the vibe lifting into wild merriment.

However, as moments ticked by and the spectacle dragged on, their laughter began to fade.

For Feng Zichen kept swinging, and Mo Hua kept slipping away.

"That's plenty... it's basically done... just finish him off now..."

"Quit the games..."

"Is Feng Zichen hooked on the fun? End it with a single blow, no more fooling around, don't drag it out too far..."

Yet Feng Zichen wasn't fooling around at all.

Right from the start, he'd been striking in earnest, but after so long, none had connected.

At this point, he realized something felt amiss.

Not just Feng Zichen—even numerous elders and keen-sighted cultivators beyond the field noticed the anomaly, their faces growing grave.

Great Elder Zhang murmured slowly, "This Mo Hua... his movement technique

doesn't seem half bad after all?"

Elder Feng fell quiet.

But the evidence stared him down, forcing him to concede, "There's merit to it..."

Though only a smidge.

No matter how decent this kid's movement technique might be, could it outshine Feng Zichen's, honed in both the Carefree Wind Stepping Technique and Trigram Wind

Wandering Step?

Inside the sword discussion arena, Feng Zichen's eyes sharpened with chill.

He wasn't like Mo Hua, that upright "virtuous lad".

Sword discussions prized straightforward clashes, testing whose blade struck swifter, surer, and harder, free of any sly tactics. So from the outset, his strikes aimed to fell Mo Hua in one clean hit.

In his original scheme, that single blow ought to have claimed Mo Hua's life.

Clearly, though, he'd erred in judgment, and Mo Hua had slipped free.

From then on, every follow-up grew a tad quicker, zeroing in on Mo Hua's weak spots, yet Mo Hua still escaped.

Each new slash outpaced the previous.

But regardless of the speed, Mo Hua eluded them every time. Feng Zichen grasped that this Mo Hua was toying with him.