At that moment, the middle-aged steward overseeing the match slowly rose into the air. After asking whether the two were ready, he took a Command Token from his robes and tossed it toward the center of the arena.
The Command Token sank into the center of the arena. A pale blue Light Screen then appeared, enclosing the entire arena along with Ling Feng and his opponent.
"There are only two ways to decide the winner: either one side admits defeat, or only one person remains standing in the arena. Begin!"
The middle-aged steward hovered directly above the Light Screen and gave the order after that brief explanation.
A trace of killing intent immediately appeared on Ling Feng's handsome face. He abruptly brought his hands from behind his back and grasped at empty air, conjuring two magical artifacts: a brilliant Blue Banner and a hazy white Silk Handkerchief.
With a single wave of the Blue Banner, billowing white mist poured out in a frenzy. A flick of his other wrist sent the Silk Handkerchief soaring skyward as a White Silk Net, covering most of the arena before swiftly vanishing into the mist, becoming invisible and colorless.
Meanwhile, Ling Feng's figure grew indistinct within the white mist before disappearing completely, leaving only the Blue Banner in place, still pouring out white mist.
The handsome young man's incantation then rang out from the white mist, followed by the clash of weapons arising from thin air. Within the mist, Armored Soldier Phantoms faintly took shape, wielding all manner of weapons as they charged toward Xie Hong with battle cries.
"Interesting. I've long heard that no one on Pure Fire Peak can break Junior Brother Ling's illusions. I'd certainly like to see them for myself." Xie Hong's figure was also somewhat blurred within the billowing