In the arena, Dao Yi frowned deeply. It wasn’t that his unleashed power was lacking, but he couldn’t aim his attacks correctly.
If the direction was off, no matter how strong the attack, it was useless.
His ability to direct his force wasn’t as strong as Lin Xiao’s spiritual force. Thus, even if he unleashed a more powerful attack, it would be futile—he couldn’t hit Lin Xiao.
This left Dao Yi helpless. The arena was only a hundred metres wide, and this long-range attack wasn’t truly long-range, still within Lin Xiao’s spiritual control range.
“Fine, if long-range attacks won’t work, then close-range combat it is!”
Making a decision in his mind, Dao Yi feigned a long-range attack while slowly advancing. The force he unleashed weakened slightly.
As he neared Lin Xiao, Dao Yi suddenly surged, focusing all his power on his movement technique. Swift as lightning, he stirred a gust of wind, charging at Lin Xiao. An unmatched sword strike slashed towards him.
He aimed to catch Lin Xiao off guard, forcing him to focus on diverting his blade.
But with his own combat experience and the spiritual combat expertise of the Heaven-Devouring Spirit Emperor, how could Dao Yi’s ploy fool Lin Xiao?
As Dao Yi accelerated with full force, Lin Xiao’s spiritual force didn’t target his hands but enveloped his entire body, aligning with Dao Yi’s charging direction.
This caused Dao Yi’s speed to skyrocket. But as he neared Lin Xiao, Lin Xiao subtly adjusted his angle.
Dao Yi’s body brushed past Lin Xiao, shooting far to his side.
At that speed, even Dao Yi couldn’t control himself, let alone with Lin Xiao’s Third-Grade Advanced spiritual force boosting it.
He couldn’t stop, ultimately skidding a long mark across the ground, coming to a halt at the arena’s edge.
Dao Yi lost. No matter the method, leaving the arena meant defeat.
The crowd was stunned. A Spirit Controller was indeed a Spirit Controller—quick reactions, unconventional methods, rendering strength useless, defeating him without much effort.
No wonder the last championship was won by a Spirit Controller.
On the main platform, Dao Chi, who had been watching Dao Yi, was startled. But instead of anger at Dao Yi’s defeat, his gaze towards Lin Xiao burned with intense fighting spirit.
“When you grow stronger, perhaps we can have a match!” Dao Chi thought to himself.
At the arena’s edge, the defeated Dao Yi trembled.
He hadn’t expected his sneak attack to be used against him, leading to his defeat.
“Lin Xiao, this isn’t fighting at all!” Dao Yi shouted, unconvinced.
“You’re not worthy of me making a move!” Lin Xiao replied calmly, ignoring Dao Yi and walking out of the arena casually.
Dao Yi, not worthy of his effort—those words sounded incredibly domineering to the crowd.
In this arena, aside from Fang Yang and Zhao Jing, no one was likely Lin Xiao’s match.
“Hmph, outside, you wouldn’t have this chance to trick me!” Dao Yi flung his hand angrily. He hadn’t even used his trump card and lost, leaving him bitter.
“Outside, you wouldn’t have a chance to lose!” Lin Xiao said softly. Outside, Dao Yi’s likely fate would be death.
“Heh, this Dao guy’s overestimating himself. Forget Lin Xiao—even I could kill you!” Outside, Hu Yue danced with excitement, mocking Dao Yi.
Dao Yi snorted coldly. A half-grown girl thinking she could kill him?
Utterly ridiculous!
“Next match, Hu Yue versus Huan Die!”
At that moment, the referee’s voice rang out at Arena 39.
Hearing this, Dao Yi perked up, sneering at Hu Yue, “Hmph, want to kill me? Let’s see if you can get past Huan Die first!”
“Just watch!” Hu Yue replied casually, as if it were no big deal.
“Lin Xiao, I’m off to teach that smug woman a lesson!” Before entering, Hu Yue called out to Lin Xiao.
“Be careful!” Lin Xiao cautioned.
Nodding, Hu Yue hopped into Arena 39 like a rabbit.
“Finally drew you. I’m curious about your illusions. How about a bet? If you win, I’ll teach you my illusion technique. If you lose, you teach me yours. What do you say?” Huan Die suddenly said, not rushing to attack.
“Haha, you’re killing me! You’re quite the character.” Hu Yue burst out laughing. “If you lose, what use is your illusion to me? Your illusions are trash compared to mine, and you’re definitely going to lose.”
“So, do you dare or not?” Huan Die remained calm, smiling slyly.
“It’s not that I don’t dare—it’s that I don’t care. Honestly, I’m not the least bit interested in your illusions!” Hu Yue said disdainfully.
As Huan Die was about to speak again, Hu Yue cut her off, “Enough nonsense! Fight or get lost. I’m making my move!”
With that, Hu Yue’s eyes sharpened, instantly entering her state.
Huan Die’s body froze on the spot.
The two officially began their battle.
At that moment, whether near the arenas or among the outer spectators, all eyes focused on Arena 39. Their battle wasn’t as direct as Shura Butcher’s, as flashy as Lin Xiao’s, or as bizarre and loud as Ma Bi’s, but it was uniquely captivating.
The outcome was especially intriguing—either one would foam at the mouth or the other would.
Two beautiful women, no matter who foamed, the scene would be quite a sight.
Of course, most couldn’t see much of their battle, only the two standing face-to-face.
Many treated it as a chance to admire beauty, especially Huan Die’s figure, which was stunningly captivating.
The two stood motionless for over a quarter of an hour when finally, someone stirred.
Surprisingly, it was Huan Die. Her body trembled, then she spat out a mouthful of blood.
The crowd was shocked. In this illusion duel, Huan Die lost?
With the same illusion attack, a First Stage Martial King lost to an Eighth Stage Heavenly Martial?
What kind of illusion did Hu Yue cultivate to be so powerful?
“Wait, no foaming at the mouth or collapsing!”
Someone noticed this.
Attention shifted back to Huan Die. Wiping the blood from her mouth, she began to move, slowly at first, then charging towards Hu Yue.
“Huh, she can still move?”
“Is she attacking while casting illusions?”
“Must be. Otherwise, without full focus under a strong illusion attack, she’d collapse.”
“If so, casting illusions while attacking means it’s unclear who’ll win.”
“Though Hu Yue’s illusions are stronger, Huan Die can still attack physically. The winner will likely be Huan Die. If Hu Yue’s body is attacked, her mind will collapse, and she’ll be severely injured.”
The crowd buzzed with discussion. At that moment, Huan Die reached Hu Yue, striking with a palm.
