Seizing the Crown

Just as Yang Jing's jet-black longsword reached Chen Mobai's neck, a splash of water rippled out and instantly transformed into a massive water wall that blocked the two of them.

With a loud "bang," the longsword slashed into the water wall, creating a huge splash! "I have seen through all your tricks in these seven rounds of Spell Duel. Except for that Talisman with the Purple Flame Sword Qi, I have found ways to counter them all."

The jet-black longsword spun and shattered the water wall before falling straight towards Chen Mobai's chest.

Click!

But at that moment, the shattered water wall froze into ice spikes under the Ice Breath, blocking the space between the two from all directions.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound of ice spikes being shattered by the black longsword echoed on the arena. Yang Jing was like a black lightning bolt, smashing through all obstacles and slashing towards Chen Mobai's right shoulder.

Chen Mobai unleashed his full Spiritual Sense, capturing his opponent's movements. He raised his right hand, Black Water covering his entire arm before suddenly freezing, transforming into an ice claw that caught the black longsword that was slashing at his shoulder at the last second.

But at this moment, black smoke rose from between Yang Jing's other fingers and palm, transforming into a short stick that smashed towards Chen Mobai's forehead.

The Water Element Shield activated again in response to the stimulus, blocking the black short stick from Chen Mobai's sight.

But at this moment, Chen Mobai's Spiritual Sense fluctuated again, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He immediately expanded the range of the Water Element Shield to his entire upper body.

A tremendous force struck his waist, sending him flying.

"What you see is indeed different from what you actually see."

Replaying the brief one-minute exchange in his mind, Chen Mobai began searching for traces of the Yang Jing Fu technique.

First, one's vision may be flawed at crucial moments.

Secondly, her black smoke should be similar to Profound Ice Transformation, capable of freely changing shape, but it should also have a medium similar to Black Water. It might be a specially condensed "gas".

Finally, Chen Mobai sensed another, even more powerful source of spiritual energy within her body.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Just then, Yang Jing gripped her sword again, but the short stick in her hand transformed into four small black knives under her control, and she thrust them towards Chen Mobai.

"Her hallucinations cannot Mind-Bewildering consciousness."

Chen Mobai found some flaws in the Yang Jing technique, but he had not yet Foundation Establishment and could not separate his Spiritual Sense from his body.

"Fortunately, my Spiritual Sense can enter the spirit body I control along with spiritual power, so let's try this."

With a thought, Chen Mobai activated the Levitation Technique, and his body began to move erratically.

All the black knives aimed at him missed their mark.

As expected, although Yang Jing could confuse his vision, he could only deal with Chen Mobai's unpredictable movements by resorting to close combat.

Just then, Chen Mobai waved his hands, and all the Black Water was manipulated by his Spiritual Sense, turning into thin ice spikes that shot towards a large area in front of him.

"It's no use, what you see is not the real me at all."

Yang Jing's voice rang out three meters to the left of where Chen Mobai was looking, but in the blink of an eye, she was already holding a black longsword and approaching him.

However, just as she was about to strike, her eyes widened, and then her entire body seemed to have been injured, causing her to be violently forced back in the opposite direction.

"Just so you know, the same trick didn't work on me."

Chen Mobai stood still, smiling gently as he looked at Yang Jing, who was clutching his own abdominal wound.

You can't possibly see my true form.

Yang Jing pulled out the ice spike that had almost pierced through his waist and abdomen, frowning.

"You know what? The scariest people on the battlefield are those new gunners, because even they don't know where their bullets will go."

"There were some ice spikes just now, and even I didn't know where they would go?"

"You're lucky, one of the thorns hit you."

As Chen Mobai spoke, he covered his waist with one hand, where he had been hit by Yang Jing's short stick. Although he had used his ice armor to block it, the force had still penetrated his body, and it hurt a little.

"I won't be so lucky next time."

Yang Jing raised his head and suddenly disappeared from the arena.

Chen Mobai frowned. That wide-range ice spike attack was extremely wasteful of spiritual energy, and he could only use it twice more at most.

Fortunately, after this test, he has figured out a way to break the illusion.

"Here!"

The Water Element Shield appeared out of thin air in front of Chen Mobai's left side, blocking the pitch-black longsword that suddenly pierced out from the void.

Yang Jing's eyes widened, an expression of disbelief appearing on her face, but then she vanished into the void once more.

With a whoosh, Chen Mobai turned his head to look to his right rear. The Water Element Shield shifted to this side, and the black longsword was blocked once again.

Bang bang bang bang!

Yang Jing's figure appeared from all directions, seemingly omnipresent, but every time she attacked, Chen Mobai anticipated it and blocked it in advance with his Water Element Shield.

"Tick-tock!"

A drop of sweat slid down Yang Jing's chin and landed on the ring, making a soft sound, but to her ears it sounded like a thunderclap.

"I see!"

She looked up at Chen Mobai's body and finally noticed that there were drops of transparent water floating within a two-meter radius around him, leaving no blind spots.

Every time she wanted to attack, she had to get close to Chen Mobai, but as soon as she got close, she would touch the water droplets floating in the air, and thus be sensed by Chen Mobai, who controlled the water droplets.

No wonder my clothes felt so wet.

Not good!

But by the time Yang Jing realized it, it was too late.

A bone-chilling cold emanated from her body, and then her entire body was covered in a layer of white frost.

Chen Mobai raised his right hand, and dozens of water droplets gathered into an ice pillar, which, accompanied by his Spiritual Sense, smashed into Yang Jing's frozen chest.

"I have one last trick up my sleeve!"

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and despite being frozen solid, Yang Jing's eyes suddenly gleamed with an eerie light as he met Chen Mobai's gaze.

Spiritual Sense attack!

Chen Mobai felt a slight pain in his forehead.

He hadn't expected that Yang Jing could launch Spiritual Sense attack before even reaching the Foundation Establishment, but the results of his diligent Nurturing Thought God Forging Technique came into play at this moment.

Just as Yang Jing Spiritual Sense rushed into his Sea of Consciousness, it was blocked by the green sprout of the Two Leaves Contemplation.

Chen Mobai swayed slightly, but quickly regained his footing.

"How can his Spiritual Sense be so stable? Could it be that it was cultivated using Incense of Thought?"

Yang Jing had this thought in mind, but ultimately fainted due to the backlash of his Spiritual Sense.

Chen Mobai slowly opened his eyes, frowning as he looked at Yang Jing on the arena.

He was a respectable opponent! Just then, the referee walked onto the stage, first looked at the fallen Yang Jing, then came to Chen Mobai's side and announced the final result.

Congratulations on Spell Duel Champion!