"Damn it, what kind of technique is this?"
On the Dueling Platform, Fang Qianyuan was cold all over, as though he could feel his vitality and warmth rapidly draining away.
Only now did he understand why the elite disciples who had fought Meng Du before him had suddenly conceded halfway through.
There was no telling where this attack came from, much less how to evade it.
Confusion, fear, helplessness...
The feelings welling up within him were like monsters tormenting his mind, ceaselessly eating away at his will to fight.
With a crack, Fang Qianyuan stamped hard enough to split a blue brick beneath his foot, yet he still had no clue.
What exactly is it?
A spirit creature must be attacking me!
This spirit creature can't be seen or touched, yet its effects are real. Could it be a kind of Jiaoming?
As far as Fang Qianyuan knew, only creatures of the Jiaoming kind were invisible and intangible.
But he soon rejected his own guess.
Even Jiaoming need spirit essence to manifest. To human eyes, they appear as smoke or dust of various colors.
Besides, if it really were a Jiaoming, it couldn't get close while I was using Qi Blade Storm!
"Stop struggling. You can't counter this technique. Conceding is your only choice!"
Meng Du's sinister voice drifted over from the other side.
"Shut up!" Fang Qianyuan roared.
Meng Du licked the corner of his mouth and sneered. "Keep resisting, and your soul will shatter and scatter. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
If this technique continued long enough, his opponent would certainly die.
Naturally, killing a fellow disciple outright on the Dueling Platform would be inappropriate.
But if Fang Qianyuan continued fighting after being warned, the responsibility would no longer rest with him.
"He's right. Unless this technique