Thousand Illusions Body Technique

The screen flickered again, and next to Lin Feng's name, another familiar name appeared—Zhou Min.

Seeing this matchup, a barely perceptible ripple finally appeared in Lin Feng's calm eyes.

He held a sense of recognition and respect for this genius from Second High School, who had fought alongside him in Phantom Beast Alley, possessing a cheerful yet resilient disposition.

Zhou Min took a deep breath, her pretty face filled with solemnity, but her eyes were exceptionally firm.

She was well aware of the gap in strength between herself and Lin Feng, especially after witnessing him effortlessly defeat Wang Pan and Chen Feng.

However, retreating without a fight was absolutely impossible for her.

This was not just about competing for ranking; it was a precious opportunity to test her own martial arts.

She tightened her grip on the short dagger in her hand and stepped onto the stage with steady footing.

"Brother Lin, please offer your guidance," Zhou Min said, cupping her fist in a salute, her tone solemn.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, returning the gesture. "Please."

The referee announced the start.

Zhou Min didn't hesitate. She knew that facing Lin Feng, seizing the initiative was meaningless.

She pushed her cultivation technique to its limit, her figure flickered, and instantly, three identical "Zhou Mins" appeared on the stage!

The three figures moved differently, their auras indistinguishable, closing in on Lin Feng from various directions like phantoms!

This was her renowned ultimate skill—the "Thousand Illusions Body Technique"!

Paired with the short dagger in her hand, it was a combination of illusion and reality, targeting the opponent's weaknesses and making it impossible to defend against.

She had displayed great prowess with this technique in the Phantom Beast Alley during the qualifying rounds.

The three "Zhou Mins" darted like butterflies through flowers, their short daggers slashing out sharp, cold light, stabbing towards Lin Feng's throat, chest, and lower back. Their speed was so great that only afterimages remained!

The audience below held their breath, their gazes fixed. They had all witnessed how troublesome Zhou Min's movement technique was and were eager to see how Lin Feng would counter these attacks, which blurred the line between reality and illusion.

However, Lin Feng remained standing in place, his posture unchanged.

He simply closed his eyes slowly.

After his Spiritual Power reached 50 points, his perception had long surpassed the limitations of sight.

Under his Spiritual Power perception, which spread out like a spiderweb, the subtle differences in energy fluctuations and Blood Essence flow of the three seemingly flawless illusions were as clear as candlelight in the darkness.

The one on the left had the most solid energy fluctuations, its Blood Essence surging like a river—it was the real body!

The two behind and to the right had slightly weaker energy and their movements were imperceptibly slower—they were illusions!

Just as the short daggers of the three "Zhou Mins" were about to hit—

Lin Feng moved!

He ignored the illusions to his left and right. As if foreseeing the future, he slightly shifted his body at a perfectly precise angle, allowing the "fatal" stab from behind to graze past his clothes.

At the same time, he brought his right index and middle fingers together. A wisp of extremely condensed, almost imperceptible purple-black Wind and Thunder True Qi coiled around his fingertips. It wasn't an attack, but like a precision scalpel, it lightly sliced towards the wrist of the real body on the left, the one holding the dagger!

This slice was perfect in timing, angle, and force!

It was as fast as lightning, yet as light as a feather!

"Ching!"

A faint sound, like silk tearing.

Zhou Min felt a slight numbness and sting in her wrist. Her condensed True Qi suddenly faltered, and the sharp momentum of her stab was abruptly interrupted by this seemingly effortless slash!

She was horrified. She tried to change her move, but felt a soft, flowing Wind and Thunder force invade her meridians, instantly making her arm weak and numb!

The other two illusions she had created, due to the real body being restrained and the energy supply becoming unstable, flickered like bubbles and then dissipated.

On the stage, only her real body remained visible. The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, frozen in mid-air, her face filled with disbelief.

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Min, who was close at hand. He said calmly, "Though the illusions are marvelous, the moment the real body exerts force, its Blood Essence and True Qi must converge. This is the only flaw in your movement technique. If you can conceal this point, your Thousand Illusions Body Technique can truly reach its peak."

He didn't continue attacking but directly pointed out the key flaw in Zhou Min's technique.

Zhou Min stood frozen, her mind struck by thunder!

Lin Feng's words directly illuminated her long-standing confusion!

She had always felt that her Thousand Illusions Body Technique was always missing something, unable to achieve true perfection. So, the root cause was here!

She stared blankly at Lin Feng, the shock in her eyes gradually turning into realization, and then into heartfelt gratitude.

This single piece of advice was worth far more than the outcome of a match!

She took a deep breath, suppressed her surging Blood Essence and excitement, retracted her short dagger, took a step back, and solemnly cupped her fist in a bow. "Thank you for your guidance, Brother Lin! Zhou Min... has learned a great deal! I concede this match!"

She had lost, and she was utterly convinced.

She had lost not only due to strength but also due to the opponent's insightful perception and magnanimous spirit.

The entire audience erupted in surprise again.

They hadn't expected this highly anticipated match to end in such a manner.

There were no fierce collisions, no dazzling martial arts. Lin Feng had merely used one finger and one sentence to make the formidable Zhou Min voluntarily concede!

"This... is it over already?"

"Lin Feng, he... he seems to have given Zhou Min some pointers?"

"This is the bearing of a true powerhouse! Crushing his opponent with strength, and still willing to guide them!"

Sounds of admiration and discussion rose one after another.

Lin Feng's image became even taller and more mysterious in everyone's hearts.

The referee was also stunned for a moment before loudly announcing, "First ring, Lin Feng wins!"

Lin Feng gave Zhou Min a slight nod and turned to leave the stage. Zhou Min watched his retreating back, her eyes complex, filled with gratitude, admiration, and a hint of indescribable disappointment, but more than anything, a firm resolve to find her path forward.

Through this battle, Lin Feng not only displayed his absolute strength but also demonstrated the demeanor of a martial arts master, transcending the competition itself.

This elevated his prestige in the hearts of many examinees and spectators to an entirely new level.

In the rest area, Zhao Feng watched Lin Feng walk back. His stern face showed no emotion, but the knuckles of his sword-gripping hand were slightly white.

Qin Wushuang lightly tapped the armrest of his seat, a playful smile on his lips. "Strength, insight, bearing... Lin Feng, you're becoming more and more interesting to me."

On the screen, the list of qualifiers refreshed again. Lin Feng's name was, without a doubt, among them.

His next opponent would be another top-tier genius who had also advanced steadily, showcasing terrifying strength.

The finals had already entered a white-hot stage!