Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2158 Chapter 1014: Above Me (Part 3)

His body technique showed no signs of weakness.

In fact, it proved to be remarkably advanced.

"How sly!"

Feng Zichen uttered with a chill in his voice, then ceased restraining himself and unleashed the full power of Wind Wandering Steps, making his movements even swifter while his Sword Qi accelerated as well.

As the sword strikes from this youth in white grew quicker, Mo Hua sensed a touch of frustration and was forced to draw on more of his power to confront him properly.

Thus, upon the arena stage, Feng Zichen darted about like the wind, while Mo Hua shifted like rippling water.

The wind trailed after the sword, the water adapted to the flow. During this chase and evasion, it resembled a soft wind skimming over the water or currents parting around a gentle gust, with neither side gaining a clear edge.

The observing cultivators' faces shifted noticeably.

"That movement technique of his... it doesn't look average?"

"To match the Carefree Sect's Wind Wandering Steps evenly... that's far from ordinary..."

Discussions buzzed through the crowd.

Elder Feng's features twisted uncomfortably.

Great Elder Zhang observed Mo Hua's body technique with intense focus, thinking deeply before whispering:

"This Water Series movement art is mastered superbly... it's outstanding in quick pivots, and Spiritual Power circulates smoothly without any blockage..."

"It can't be merely a basic Flowing Water Step..."

Since he was just watching and admiring Mo Hua's movements, he didn't dwell on it further right then.

Zhang Lan, however, fidgeted as though needles pricked his seat, growing increasingly uneasy.

Only he understood that it truly went beyond just Flowing Water Step...

Great Elder Zhang reflected briefly, then shook his head and remarked:

"Still, it's unfortunate—regardless of how exceptional his movement technique may be, it simply can't outmatch the Wind Wandering Steps..."

"Besides, the Feng family's genius possesses more than just the Wind Wandering Steps as a top-tier body art. At this pace, that young man is certain to fall without question."

Upon hearing this, Elder Feng's face relaxed a little.

In his mind, this bout ought to have been a quick and crushing win, a blade that swiftly sealed the fight.

Yet unexpectedly, complications had arisen.

Even so, this twist was beneficial; a mere instant kill wouldn't highlight the might of the Feng family heirs.

Allow Mo Hua to endure a bit longer, and then the Feng prodigy could reveal his real power to the gathered Qianxue Sect cultivators.

Not just Elder Feng, but the majority of Feng family disciples and numerous onlookers shared this view.

Mo Hua's skill in Fireball Technique could be tolerated.

His expertise in Water Prison Technique was bearable too.

Proficiency in various basic Five Elements Spells was fine as well.

Even mastery of a rare Concealment Technique that evades detection by typical cultivators, though tough to swallow, remained factual.

But adding proficiency in Formations on top of everything? That bordered on unfair...

Moreover, facing a Carefree Sect member and Feng family scion armed with two guardian faction supreme arts, whose movement speed ranked supreme across the Qianxue Sect.

No matter how adept your body technique, it must have bounds—could it exceed the Feng genius's?

Once the Feng prodigy unleashes everything, Mo Hua's defeat is inevitable.

Thus, the suspended tensions began to ease gradually.

Yet reality seldom follows expectations.

The unfolding events soon veered into unfamiliar territory for them.

Feng Zichen pressed his assaults relentlessly, while Mo Hua dodged with unwavering grace.

Before long, the tempest swirling around Feng Zichen intensified, manifesting the Xun Hexagram nearby, rendering his motions not just rapid but brimming

with endless variations.

Sharp-eyed cultivators discerned that Feng Zichen was now fully committed, employing both the Carefree Sect's Wind Wandering Steps and the Feng clan's Trigram Wind Wandering Step.

This stood as a pinnacle body art that solely he had blended successfully

thus far.

Suddenly, Feng Zichen's movement technique elevated dramatically. It wasn't only blisteringly quick but also incredibly adaptable.

Within lay infinite graceful shifts, packed with refined subtleties that inspired wonder.

Even Great Elder Zhang displayed evident approval.

The Zhang family excelled in body techniques, allowing him to grasp the difficulty and the immense insight and aptitude needed to command and fuse these two arts.

This Feng youth was undoubtedly a prodigious talent.

Despite the Zhang clan's vast numbers, no disciple had attained such heights in movement arts.

Great Elder Zhang harbored respect inwardly, tinged with faint envy.

Feng Zichen glided on winds at his feet, drifting like a roaming gale. As his form altered, so did his sword strikes, growing sharper and more relentless, nearly beyond visible tracking.

Then, this blade, resembling a coiled vortex, lunged once more at

Mo Hua.

However, this thrust changed nothing.

A gleam of water shimmered near Mo Hua, letting him evade yet again.

Feng Zichen's eyes bulged in surprise, momentarily dazed.

How?

He had clearly exerted maximum effort, with quicker sword forms and mightier Sword Qi.

Still, this meticulously honed strike, embodying his life's pinnacle

skills, produced the same outcome against Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's evasion flowed as smoothly as water, his responses unchanged from

earlier, sidestepping the blow with ease.

The crowd beyond the stage felt equally baffled.

"What's going on?"

"That sword was so swift I hardly caught a glimpse, but it missed?"

"What occurred?"

"Not even this could take down Mo Hua?"

Amid the Feng family area.

Elder Feng's pupils shrank, his face altering subtly.

Great Elder Zhang straightened gradually, his stare intent.

Both fixed their eyes on the arena, gripped by disbelief.

Most bewildered of all was Feng Zichen.

"Can't possibly miss..."

"No way..."

His face hardened, his look piercing briefly, though a flicker of dread,

unnoticed by him, stirred within.

"I have to strike him down!"

Feng Zichen's gaze tinged with red, now utterly unrestrained,

pouring full force into the Carefree Sword Control Skill.

Sword glow cascaded like spilling mercury.

Sword Qi roared like a raging gale.

In the woods, every tree and rock was torn apart by the

gleaming white sword radiance.

These blades moved too rapidly for a standard Foundation Establishment cultivator

to follow visually.

Yet for all their increased speed, thickness, and ferocity, when aimed at Mo Hua, they struck like hitting a profound lake's face.

The sword etched ripples on the water, yet the water bore no mark of the

sword.

Feng Zichen's sword proved swift.

But Mo Hua's body technique outpaced his blade, more enigmatic, more intangible, and appeared to possess a sort of "anticipation"; prior to the sword's motion, the water currents had already shifted away, cloaked in a subtle haze that rendered it tougher to sense or seize.

A cold shiver gripped Feng Zichen's core.

A chilling realization, difficult to embrace, dawned upon him:

"This Mo Hua... his movement technique exceeds mine?!"