The crowd was jubilant, the noise was deafening, yet Great Elder Zhang was somewhat puzzled.
Elder Feng then explained:
"Brother Zhang, you might not know, but this Mo Hua is an expert in
concealment. And this Concealment Technique of his, no one knows from where he inherited it. It can't be seen by the naked eye, nor can Divine Sense penetrate it, and even with ordinary artifact detection, it can't be broken. Truly troublesome..."
"But this is the Qian Learning State Boundary, with a long-standing Taoist tradition and countless inheritances. How could there be a spell that truly can't be broken?"
"Thus, after days and nights of planning and discussion by the Elders of Daoist Law from various sects, they finally grasped the foundations of this
Concealment Technique and found a Spiritual Mirror to counter it."
"Now, with this Five Elements Spirit Mirror, the young one can no longer hide."
Elder Feng's tone was somewhat impassioned.
Great Elder Zhang remained silent, pondering:
A group of elders from a Great Sect, gathering together, holding overnight meetings, to break a disciple's Concealment Technique...
Is that truly something to be so proud of?
But this thought was somewhat rude, so Great Elder Zhang didn't express it.
Moreover, seeing Elder Feng so pleased, and the surrounding cultivators also joyful, in this atmosphere, Great Elder Zhang couldn't bring himself to say it.
"This child's movement technique is average, relying entirely on concealment. to save his life."
"Once his concealment is broken, he will be dead with no hope of survival!" Elder Feng declared resolutely.
Not only did Elder Feng think so, but this was also the consensus among the majority of the onlookers.
They had watched the previous sword discussions, and naturally knew the standard of Mo Hua's movement techniques.
Among the crowd, only Zhang Lan looked shocked.
He had no idea what on earth Elder Feng and the others were talking about. Average movement techniques, relying entirely on concealment to save his life? Who were they talking about?
This absurd judgment... how was it reached?
Are the cultivators of Qianxue State really this naive...
Meanwhile, in the sword discussion arena.
Feng Zichen held up the Spiritual Mirror, revealing the hidden "rascal" Mo Hua, and immediately his longsword swept like the wind, slashing forth.
Mo Hua's Concealment Technique was exposed, his face panicked, hurriedly dodging, narrowly avoiding the Sword Qi in a critical moment, appearing quite disheveled.
This slash was barely dodged.
But without the cover of the Concealment Technique, Mo Hua was exposed under the sword edge, like a mouse under a cat's foot. Having avoided one slash, there would be a second.
Feng Zichen cultivated in speed swordsmanship, and the second slash came swiftly.
But Mo Hua, perhaps luckily, lunged forward, rolled on the ground, and narrowly avoided this slash.
Linghu Xiao and the others, seeing Mo Hua in danger, wanted to help.
But the people of Carefree Sect were just as fast in both their movement and swordplay, teaming up together, their Sword Qi spun into a continuous wind screen, trapping Linghu Xiao and the others in the middle.
Fast swords meant stronger power.
But fast swords also could not last long.
The Carefree Sect people couldn't hold Linghu Xiao for too long, but in a short
time, restricting them with a fierce assault was enough.
That bit of time was enough for Feng Zichen to kill Mo Hua.
And Feng Zichen took the opportunity to strike a third and fourth slash.
These two slashes didn't kill Mo Hua.
But they won a round of applause.
The outside spectators, watching Mo Hua being driven into a disordered panic by Feng Zichen, all cheered:
"Good! Toy with him!"
"Let him taste what it feels like to be toyed with."
"Kill him slowly, don't finish too quickly, or it would be too easy for him."
"Yes, toy with him slowly, slash by slash, let him hover between life and death, make him like a mouse darting back and forth, let him suffer humiliation until he dies, being toyed to death!"
"Just like he toyed with others using the Five Elements Spell..."
"This is called using one's own way to treat one's own self..."
Inside the arena, Feng Zichen couldn't hear their words, but was indeed doing exactly as the audience wished, slashing at Mo Hua, one after another.
Mo Hua dodged continuously, occasionally rolling on the ground.
The crowd burst into laughter, the atmosphere soaring into cheerfulness.
But as time went by, as they continued to watch, they gradually stopped