Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2157 Chapter 1014: Above Me_2

The audience buzzed with wild 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 origins remain a mystery to everyone. It evades the naked eye, blocks Divine Sense entirely, and resists detection from common artifacts. What a real headache..."

"Yet this is the Qian Learning State Boundary, home to ancient Daoist legacies and endless inheritances. Surely no spell exists that can't be shattered?"

"So, after endless nights of strategy and debate among the Daoist Law Elders from different sects, they uncovered the core of this

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

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

Elder Feng spoke with rising fervor.

Great Elder Zhang stayed quiet, lost in thought:

A bunch of elders from a mighty Sect, huddled in meetings through the night, just to crack a single 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 looking so thrilled and the nearby cultivators beaming with joy, the lively mood made it hard for Great Elder Zhang to voice his doubts.

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

to preserve his life."

"Now that his concealment fails, he's doomed without any chance to escape!" Elder Feng proclaimed firmly.

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

They had observed the earlier sword discussions and understood the level of Mo Hua's movement techniques well.

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

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

How did they arrive at such a ridiculous conclusion?

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

At the same time, within the sword discussion arena.

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

With his Concealment Technique revealed, Mo Hua's face filled with alarm as he scrambled to evade, barely escaping the Sword Qi at the last second, looking utterly ragged.

This strike was dodged by a hair.

However, stripped of his Concealment Technique's protection, Mo Hua stood vulnerable beneath the blade's threat, akin to a rat cornered by a feline. Dodging once merely invited the next assault.

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

Yet Mo Hua, by some stroke of fortune, dove ahead, tumbled across the ground, and just managed to sidestep this blow.

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

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

Swift swords packed greater force.

Yet swift swords couldn't endure forever.

The Carefree Sect folks couldn't restrain Linghu Xiao for long, but a brief

onslaught to pin them down sufficed.

That short window allowed Feng Zichen to finish off Mo Hua.

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

These two blows failed to end Mo Hua.

But they drew a wave of enthusiastic cheers.

The onlookers outside, seeing Mo Hua chased into frantic chaos by Feng Zichen, all shouted in delight:

"Excellent! Tease him more!"

"Make him feel the sting of being toyed with."

"Take him down gradually, don't end it too soon, or it'll be letting him off lightly."

"Yes, drag it out, strike by strike, keep him teetering on the edge of death, turn him into a scurrying rat, force him to endure the shame until his end, played to his demise!"

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

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

In the arena, Feng Zichen couldn't catch their words, but he was carrying out precisely what they craved, hacking at Mo Hua relentlessly.

Mo Hua kept evading, now and then rolling across the dirt.

The spectators erupted in laughter, the vibe lifting into high spirits.

However, as moments passed and the scene dragged on, their amusement faded.

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

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

"Quit fooling around.."

"Is Feng Zichen hooked on the game? End it with a single blow, no more toying, don't drag it out..."

But Feng Zichen wasn't toying at all.

Right from the start, he slashed with full seriousness, yet after so long, none had connected.

At this point, he realized something felt amiss.

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

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

doesn't seem so poor after all?"

Elder Feng fell quiet.

Yet confronted by the evidence, he conceded, "There's merit to it..."

But only a smidge.

Even if the boy's movement technique holds up, could it surpass Feng Zichen's, who wields both the Carefree Wind Stepping Technique and Trigram Wind

Wandering Step?

Inside the sword discussion arena, Feng Zichen's eyes turned icy.

He differed from Mo Hua, that upright "virtuous lad".

Sword discussions emphasized straightforward clashes, testing whose blade proved quicker, sharper, and mightier, free of sly tactics. So from the outset, his strikes aimed to slay Mo Hua in one go.

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

But clearly, he erred in judgment, and Mo Hua slipped away.

Following that, his every assault quickened a bit, homing in on Mo Hua's weak spots, yet Mo Hua still escaped.

Each new strike outpaced the previous.

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