Imitation Secret Art

The Goddess of War furrowed her brows. "Something seems off about this guy."

Lan Xuan Ke had noticed it as well. "Looks like everyone underestimated Blood River's abilities. His greatest strength isn't survival or entanglement—it's imitation and learning. Yan Feng... is in trouble."

If Blood River could use the Seed World Art, then he might be able to use other people's ultimate secret arts as well!

Opening the Genius Competition's battle records showed that in the previous three rounds of challenge matches, Blood River had challenged nine top experts ranked within the top fifty. Seven times, he had been killed after dragging the fight out for over nine hundred seconds, while the other two times, he had lasted the full nine hundred and sixty seconds without dying.

During those battles, he might already have experienced a vast number of ultimate moves. The secret arts he could imitate were definitely not limited to just one!

Sure enough, just as everyone had expected.

After the Seed World Art failed, Blood River held his hands in the air, and two blood-red longswords appeared.

Then he gave a low shout. A complex inscription formation spread outward, and countless sword energies condensed within it before shooting toward Yan Feng.

Ling Shaoqing, watching from nearby, was dumbstruck. "The Ten Thousand Swords Slaying Immortal Formation? You've got to be kidding!"

Faced with ten thousand swords firing at once, Yan Feng let out a helpless sigh in midair. "Trouble."

His body blurred apart, turning into a rain of fire and frost that drifted toward the outside of the formation.

The sword energies swept in, extinguishing dozens of flames and shredding patches of frost, weakening him.

But fortunately, he escaped successfully.

Seeing that the sword formation had failed to kill Yan Feng, Blood River transformed again, becoming a flying