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

His body technique showed no signs of weakness whatsoever.

In fact, far from being weak, it displayed remarkable finesse.

"Truly cunning!"

Feng Zichen uttered with icy tone, ceasing to restrain himself as he unleashed the full power of Wind Wandering Steps, making his movements accelerate sharply while his Sword Qi surged ahead even quicker.

As the sword strikes from this youth in white garments intensified in speed, Mo Hua sensed a touch of frustration and was compelled to draw upon more of his abilities to confront him properly.

Therefore, atop the fighting platform, Feng Zichen glided like the breeze, while Mo Hua shifted akin to rippling streams.

The breeze trailed after the blade, the streams adapted to the force. Amid this chase and evasion, it resembled a soft gust skimming over the lake, or currents skirting a windy gap, leaving the combatants evenly matched.

The observing cultivators' faces shifted noticeably.

"His body technique... it doesn't look commonplace?"

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

Discussions buzzed through the crowd nearby.

Elder Feng's countenance appeared somewhat strained.

Great Elder Zhang observed Mo Hua's body technique with keen focus, lost in thought, and whispered to himself:

"This Water Series body technique is mastered superbly... it's remarkably adept at quick pivots, with Spiritual Power circulating smoothly without any obstruction..."

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

Focused solely on watching and admiring Mo Hua's movements, he didn't dwell on it further right then.

On the other hand, Zhang Lan fidgeted uncomfortably, as though needles pricked beneath him.

He alone understood that it truly went beyond just the Flowing Water Step...

After a brief reflection, Great Elder Zhang shook his head and remarked:

"Still, it's unfortunate—regardless of how exceptional his body technique might be, it simply can't rival the Wind Wandering Steps in the end..."

"Besides, the Feng family's talented heir possesses more than just the Wind Wandering Steps as a top-tier body method. Continuing like this, that young one is certain to suffer defeat inevitably."

Upon hearing those words, Elder Feng's features relaxed a tad.

Deep down, he had expected a swift and overwhelming triumph, a blade that would swiftly conclude the bout with fatal precision.

Unexpectedly, complications had arisen instead.

Nevertheless, this twist proved beneficial; an instant kill wouldn't highlight the might of the Feng family heirs.

Allow Mo Hua to endure a bit longer, so the Feng family's genius could reveal his genuine power in front of the Qianxue Sect's assembled cultivators.

Elder Feng wasn't alone in this view—most Feng family disciples and numerous onlookers among the cultivators shared it.

For Mo Hua, this lad, excelling in Fireball Technique could be tolerated.

Mastering Water Prison Technique was tolerable as well.

Even expertise in various beginner-level Five Elements Spells could pass.

Should he also command a special Concealment Technique that evades detection by typical cultivators, though tough to swallow, it remained factual.

Yet piling on proficiency in Formations atop everything else felt rather unfair...

On top of that, his foe hailed from the Carefree Sect, a scion of the Feng family, armed with dual supreme arts from the Sect Protecting Faction, boasting movement speed that ranked supreme across the whole Qianxue Sect.

However refined your body technique, it must have boundaries—could it truly outpace the Feng family's genius?

Once the Feng family's genius unleashes everything, Mo Hua's loss becomes unavoidable.

Thus, the suspended anxieties in their chests gradually calmed once more.

Yet reality seldom unfolds according to expectations.

What transpired next in the duel increasingly defied their comprehension.

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

Before long, the tempest encircling Feng Zichen intensified wildly, manifesting the Xun Hexagram about him, rendering his motions not just rapid but also brimming

with endless variations.

Those with sharp vision discerned that Feng Zichen was now committing fully this time, blending the Carefree Sect's Wind Wandering Steps with the Feng family's Trigram Wind Wandering Step.

This represented a pinnacle body technique that solely he had managed to fuse up

to this point.

Suddenly, Feng Zichen's body technique elevated to another realm. It wasn't merely blindingly swift but also incredibly adaptable.

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

Even Great Elder Zhang revealed an expression of respect.

The Zhang family specialized in body techniques, allowing him to discern the difficulty, aware of the immense insight and aptitude needed to proficiently merge these two methods.

This youth from the Feng family was undoubtedly a prodigious talent.

Despite the Zhang family's vast heritage, none of their disciples had attained such mastery in body techniques.

Great Elder Zhang harbored respect inwardly, tinged faintly with

regret.

With winds propelling his steps, Feng Zichen advanced like a wandering gale. As his motions evolved, so did his blade strikes, growing swifter and more ferocious, nearly undetectable by the eye.

Then, this blade, resembling a compacted vortex, lunged toward

Mo Hua anew.

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 blade strikes accelerating and Sword Qi intensifying.

Still, this meticulously honed attack, incorporating all his honed ultimate

skills, produced the same outcome against Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's evasion flowed as naturally as a river, his responses unchanged from

earlier, sidestepping the blow with ease.

The audience beyond the stage felt equally baffled.

"What's going on?"

"That blade was so swift I could hardly track it—how did it miss?"

"What occurred?"

"Not even this could fell Mo Hua?"

From the Feng family viewing area.

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

Great Elder Zhang straightened up gradually, his stare intense.

Both fixed their attention on the platform, gripped by disbelief.

Even more bewildered stood Feng Zichen.

"No way it misses..."

"Impossible..."

His face grew grave, his eyes piercing briefly, though a flicker of dread,

unnoticed by him, stirred within.

"I have to strike him down!"

Feng Zichen's gaze reddened faintly, now utterly unrestrained,

unleashing everything as he drove the Carefree Sword Control Skill to its peak.

Blade glow cascaded like spilling quicksilver.

Sword Qi roared akin to a raging gale.

In the woods, trees and rocks alike were torn apart by the

blinding white blade radiance.

Such blades moved too rapidly for a standard Foundation Establishment cultivator

to follow visually.

Yet for all their increased speed, density, and savagery, when aimed at Mo Hua, they struck like against a profound pond's depths.

The blade etched ripples on the surface, yet the pond bore no mark of the

blade.

Feng Zichen's blade was swift.

But Mo Hua's evasion outpaced his blade, more enigmatic, more slippery, almost as if possessing "foresight"; prior to the blade's advance, the currents had already receded, cloaked in subtle haze, rendering it tougher to sense or seize.

A cold shiver gripped Feng Zichen's core.

An alarming truth, difficult to embrace, emerged in his thoughts:

"This Mo Hua... does his body technique exceed mine?!"