Yang Jing’s pitch-black longsword had just reached Chen Mobai’s neck when a splash of water rippled and instantly transformed into a massive water wall separating the two.
With a “bang”!
The longsword slashed into the water wall, causing a loud splash!
“All your tactics, I have seen them clearly in these seven rounds of duels. Apart from that purple flame sword qi talisman, I have found a way to break all the others.”
After the pitch-black longsword spiraled and shattered the water wall, it fell straight towards Chen Mobai’s chest.
Crack!
But at that moment, the shattered water wall froze into ice spikes under the breath of cold ice, blocking the space between the two from all directions.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of ice spikes being shattered by the pitch-black longsword echoed on the stage. Yang Jing, like a pitch-black lightning, broke through all obstacles and slashed towards Chen Mobai’s right shoulder.
Chen Mobai’s consciousness exploded, capturing his opponent’s movements. He raised his right hand, black water covered his entire arm, then suddenly froze, turning into an ice claw, and at the last moment, grabbed the pitch-black longsword that was slashing towards his shoulder.
But at this moment, black smoke was rising between Yang Jing’s other hand and palm, transforming into a short stick, smashing towards Chen Mobai’s forehead.
The Water Element Shield was triggered again, blocking the black short stick from Chen Mobai’s sight.
But at this moment, Chen Mobai’s consciousness fluctuated again, his forehead veins bulging, he immediately expanded the range of the Water Element Shield to cover his entire upper body.
A huge force came from his waist, and he was sent flying.
“What I see is indeed different from the reality.”
Replaying the scene of the short one-minute fight in his mind, Chen Mobai began to look for traces of Yang Jing’s cultivation method.
First, his vision would deviate at critical moments.
Second, her black smoke should be similar to Mysterious Ice Transformation, which can freely change shape, but there should also be a medium similar to black water. It might be a specially refined “gas”.
Finally, Chen Mobai felt another larger source of spiritual power in her body.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
At this moment, Yang Jing was holding her sword again, but the short stick in her hand had transformed into four black daggers under her control, stabbing towards Chen Mobai.
“Her illusions can’t confuse my consciousness.”
Chen Mobai found some flaws in Yang Jing’s cultivation method, but he hadn’t reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, so he couldn’t separate his consciousness from his body.
“Fortunately, my consciousness can enter the spiritual body I control along with my spiritual power. Let’s try this.”
With a thought, Chen Mobai activated the Levitation Technique, and his body began to move irregularly.
All the black daggers aimed at him missed.
Sure enough, although Yang Jing could confuse his vision, she could only resort to close combat when faced with Chen Mobai’s unpredictable movements.
At this moment, Chen Mobai waved his hands, and all the black water was manipulated by his consciousness, turning into thin ice spikes, shooting towards a large area in front of him.
“It’s useless, what you see is not the real me.”
Yang Jing’s voice sounded three meters to the left of where Chen Mobai saw, but in the blink of an eye, she was already holding the pitch-black longsword, close to him.
However, just as she was about to slash down, she widened her eyes, and then her entire body seemed to have been injured, retreating explosively in the opposite direction.
“Let me remind you, the same trick won’t work on me.”
Chen Mobai stood still, looking at Yang Jing who was covering her waist wound, and smiled lightly.
“You can’t possibly see my real body.”
Yang Jing pulled out the ice spike that had almost pierced through her waist, frowning.
“Do you know, the most terrifying on the battlefield are those rookie gunmen, because even they don’t know where their bullets will hit.”
“Just now, some of the ice spikes, even I didn’t know where they would shoot.”
“Lucky for me, one of them hit you.”
As Chen Mobai spoke, one hand covered the waist that had been hit by Yang Jing’s short stick. Although he had blocked it with an ice armor, the force had penetrated his body, causing a bit of pain.
“There won’t be such luck next time.”
Yang Jing raised her head, and her entire person suddenly disappeared from the stage.
Chen Mobai frowned, the wide-range ice spike attack just now was extremely wasteful of spiritual power, he could only use it two more times at most.
However, fortunately, after this probing, he had thought of a way to break the illusion.
“Here!”
The Water Element Shield appeared out of thin air in front of Chen Mobai’s left side, blocking the pitch-black longsword that suddenly stabbed out of the void.
Yang Jing’s eyes widened, her incredulous face emerged, but then she disappeared into the void again.
Splash!
Chen Mobai turned his head to look at his right rear, the Water Element Shield moved to this side, and the pitch-black longsword was blocked again.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yang Jing’s figure appeared from all directions, seemingly omnipresent, but every time she attacked, Chen Mobai had foreseen it and blocked it in advance with the Water Element Shield.
“Drip!”
A drop of sweat slid down from Yang Jing’s chin, fell on the stage, making a slight sound. When it fell into her ears, it was like a thunderbolt.
“So that’s how it is!”
She looked up at Chen Mobai’s surroundings and finally noticed the transparent water droplets floating around him within a two-meter range, leaving no blind spots.Every time she wanted to attack, she had to get close to Chen Mobai. However, as soon as she approached, she would touch these water droplets floating in the air, thus being sensed by Chen Mobai who controlled these droplets.
No wonder her clothes felt much wetter.
Not good!
But by the time Yang Jing realized it, it was already too late.
A bone-chilling coldness burst from her body, and then her entire person was covered in a layer of frost.
Chen Mobai raised his right hand, and dozens of water droplets formed into an icicle. Accompanied by his divine consciousness, it smashed towards the frozen chest of Yang Jing.
“I still have one last move!”
The severe pain in her chest came. Under the condition of being frozen all over, Yang Jing’s eyes suddenly glowed with a strange gloom, meeting Chen Mobai’s gaze.
Divine consciousness attack!
Chen Mobai felt a slight headache.
He didn’t expect that Yang Jing, who hadn’t reached the Foundation Establishment stage, could actually launch a divine consciousness attack. However, the results of his diligent cultivation of the Mind Casting Technique came into play at this moment.
Just as a strand of Yang Jing’s divine consciousness rushed into his sea of consciousness, it was blocked by the green sprout of his two-leaf visualization.
Chen Mobai’s body swayed a bit, but he immediately steadied his steps.
“How is his divine consciousness so stable? Could it be that it wasn’t cultivated by stimulating with incense?”
This thought flashed through Yang Jing’s mind, and in the end, she fainted due to the backlash of her divine consciousness.
Chen Mobai slowly opened his eyes, frowning as he looked at Yang Jing who had fallen on the stage.
A respectable opponent!
At this moment, the referee teacher stepped onto the stage, first looked at the fallen Yang Jing, then came to Chen Mobai’s side, and announced the final result.
“Congratulations, you are the champion of the magic duel!”