“Boasting so boldly, do you really think strong talent means strong power?”
“I’ll show you the gap between us.”
As Lü Jie spoke, a surge of boundless spirit power erupted from him, aiming for a direct confrontation with Chu Feng using spirit techniques.
“Since this is a battle of spirit masters, let’s fully showcase our spirit techniques.”
“A simple contest of combat strength is far too dull.”
Before Lü Jie could act, Elder Ruyi spoke up.
His words were clear: he didn’t want a straightforward fight between Lü Jie and Chu Feng. Instead, he hoped they would refine their formations, using more sophisticated arrays for the duel.
Not like martial cultivators, merely comparing the combat strength of spirit techniques.
After all, a spirit master’s formation grows stronger with more time spent crafting it. In a proper duel, time is needed to create a truly powerful array.
“Any suggestions? Speak freely, I, Lü Jie, am open to anything,” Lü Jie said with a faint smile, looking at Elder Ruyi.
He had long been displeased with Elder Ruyi, feeling he was biased toward Chu Feng.
But he didn’t care. He had absolute confidence in defeating Chu Feng.
No matter what Elder Ruyi proposed, Lü Jie was unfazed. He wanted Chu Feng to lose convincingly and to show everyone that he, Lü Jie, was superior.
He was, is, and would remain Shengguang Tianhe’s undisputed top spirit master junior.
“Little friend Chu Feng, if I set the rules, are you willing?” Elder Ruyi asked, turning to Chu Feng instead of deciding directly.
“I’m fine with anything. Since Lü Jie agrees, I have no objections. Let the senior set the rules,” Chu Feng replied politely, unlike Lü Jie.
“This duel’s outcome doesn’t concern me,” Elder Ruyi said.
“But with so many spirit masters here, I believe, like me, they wish to see a grand display of spirit mastery.”
Many nodded in agreement, some even voicing support for Elder Ruyi’s words.
Everyone wanted a spectacular spirit master showdown.
“Let’s make it simple: an attack-and-defense duel.”
“Formation crafting time: one incense stick.”
“Is that acceptable?” Elder Ruyi asked.
“I’m fine with it,” Chu Feng said.
“No issue here,” Lü Jie replied.
“Since you both agree, let’s draw lots to decide who attacks first,” Elder Ruyi said.
Before he finished, Chu Feng interjected, “No need to draw. Let him go first.”
“What, you think I need your charity?” Lü Jie raised an eyebrow, scoffing at Chu Feng’s gesture.
“It’s not charity. We each get one attack and one defense. The outcome depends on our formations.”
“No need to waste time. Let’s begin,” Chu Feng said, sitting cross-legged to start crafting his formation.
“Hmph.”
Though displeased, Lü Jie didn’t hesitate, beginning his own formation.
“Impressive. Their formation techniques don’t seem like those of juniors,” onlookers remarked.
The younger generation couldn’t even follow Chu Feng and Lü Jie’s methods, while even the older generation marveled.
Chu Feng and Lü Jie’s mastery of spirit techniques surpassed their peers, a level most spirit masters, even those with thousands of years of practice, couldn’t reach.
Only renowned spirit masters could compare.
Yet Lü Jie was only a few hundred years old, and Chu Feng, astonishingly, was under a hundred.
As time passed, their formations took shape.
Chu Feng’s was a simple defensive formation.
Translucent, it resembled a large bowl covering him.
Though not flashy, its aura was palpable to the spirit masters present.
It was an extremely powerful formation.
Despite Chu Feng’s combat strength being comparable to a Second-Grade Supreme, his defensive formation couldn’t be breached by a martial cultivator of that level. This was the strength of Chu Feng’s formation and the power of spirit masters.
In direct combat, a spirit master’s techniques might fall short of a martial cultivator’s skills or secret arts at equal strength.
But given enough time to craft a complete formation, a martial cultivator would be at a disadvantage.
This was the spirit master’s advantage.
Though Chu Feng’s defensive formation was formidable, no one thought victory was certain.
Lü Jie’s attacking formation was equally impressive, its might even surpassing Chu Feng’s defense.
Lü Jie’s attack formation was a golden spear, a thousand meters long, crackling with lightning.
Hovering in the void, it stirred the clouds, summoning storms and rain.
Though a spear, its commanding presence felt like a primordial beast ready to destroy the world.
“Time’s up,” Elder Ruyi announced as the incense stick burned out.
The moment time was called, Lü Jie’s hand seals shifted, and the golden spear in the void trembled fiercely.
As it shook, the single spear multiplied into ten.
Boom—
With a tremor in the void, the ten spears shot toward Chu Feng from all directions.
Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
Explosions roared, ripples surged.
All ten spears struck Chu Feng’s defensive formation.
Yet, the formation only trembled slightly, without a single crack.
It easily withstood Lü Jie’s assault.
Seeing this, Lü Jie remained calm, changing his hand seals again. The ten spears began to rotate.
Zzzt—
Sparks flew, a piercing sound swept the heavens.
As the ten spears spun, they slowly began to pierce Chu Feng’s defensive formation.
“What a powerful attack formation.”
“At this rate, Chu Feng’s defense will surely break.”
Many praised Lü Jie’s skill.
Though Chu Feng’s formation held, with the spears only slightly penetrating, it was only a matter of time before it shattered.
But just as people thought Chu Feng was doomed, he smiled faintly, changed his hand seals, and shouted, “Break!”
With that word, the formation quaked, and ten beams of light shot out, forming ten giant hands that reached out and grasped the ten spears.
Many onlookers’ eyes lit up, thinking there might be a turnabout, but their hope soon faded.
Some shook their heads in disappointment, one even sighing aloud.
“Lü Jie is Lü Jie. His spirit techniques are beyond Chu Feng’s reach.”
“Though Chu Feng’s done well for equal strength, he’s still far behind Lü Jie.”
Their reasoning was clear.
Though the ten giant hands from Chu Feng’s formation had grabbed the spears, they couldn’t stop their rotation.
Instead, as the spears spun, lightning surged, causing ripples as if the hands would collapse at any moment.
The ten glowing hands were no match for the ten golden spears.
“My Thunderbolt Golden Spear Array isn’t something your petty tricks can handle,” Lü Jie said, his eyes full of mockery.
“Petty tricks?” Chu Feng’s gaze sharpened, a ruthless glint flashing. He clenched his fists and roared, “Break!”
As he spoke, the ten giant hands tightened their grip.
Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
The next moment, the ten spears were crushed to pieces.
“This!”
The crowd’s expressions changed.
Lü Jie was utterly stunned.
His formidable array, both offensive and defensive, was so easily shattered?
As Lü Jie reeled in shock, a voice snapped him back.
“Who’s got the petty tricks now?”
It was Chu Feng.
