The Northern Sword God
The Sky Tower Organization
Meanwhile, far from the Blue Peak of the Cloud Sword Sect which was up to 10 thousand kilometers away, precisely in the Imperial Capital of Great Ying, the Azalea City was very crowded and busy.
In one of the tall buildings built to resemble a pagoda that has 5 floors in height, a man in short clothes all black seemed to rush up to the highest peak of the building, which is the 5th floor. Arriving on the 5th floor he saluted a man who appeared to be sitting behind him, covered in white curtains so as to disguise his face and stature. The building was the center of the Secret Organization called the Sky Tower Organization.
“Report Master, we have obtained information regarding the temporary results of the genius tournament in the Cloud Sword Sect. From the first two rounds and it has been confirmed the appearance of a New Star in the Cloud Sword Sect was” said the man dressed in black.
“From two innings each won by Zhao Changyi of Blue Peak and a teenager Named Wang
Yong of Peak Green”
“Wang Yong? I've never heard his name. Was it the Black Horse in the Cloud Sword Sect's Tournament this time? It feels like in the past years have not heard the name of it”
“True Sir. He was a disciple of the new generation in the Green Tower Sect. According to the information he is Master Symbol seal 4. And he is very adept at manipulating illusions in battle using the mental energy”
“Good. Even though he is the Black Horse of the competition, I will yet enter his Name within the rank 20 Hidden Dragon of Great Ying Empire. Keep monitoring the information and let me know as soon as there's the latest news from the genius tournament"
"I will soon publish the new ranking of the Hidden Dragon of Great Ying Empire once the final result has been there” said the male figure behind the curtain"
Then after the man in black left from the 5th floor, the figure behind the curtain muttered.
“Will there be a miracle of the Cloud Sword Sect ? Will a new Sword King emerge from that sword specialty sect? Can't wait to see the presence of the New” Sword King
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Returning to the crowd at the Blue Peak of the Cloud Sword Sect, Elder Du weiheng Back read out an announcement, saying,
“After the initial 4 contestants have competed and then given the opportunity to rest for 1 hour, so this third round that will ride the arena to compete is Wang Yong from Green peak against Hu Yat Sen from Kuning” Peak..
Before boarding the arena, Hu Yat Sen approached his friend Guo Ying and patted Guo Ying on the shoulder. He whispered words which said that he would avenge Guo Ying's defeat to Wang Yong, and intended to humiliate Wang Yong with one strike later.
On the stage, Wang Yong seriously noticed Hu Yat Sen's movements. The news he heard that Hu Yat Sen had once defeated an opponent who was in the cultivation realm of the Spirit Condensation Realm 3. Of course Wang Yong had to take Hu Yat Sen seriously because of that. A person in the Quasi Realm of Spirit Condensation who was able to subdue an opponent in the Spirit Condensation Realm 3 was not a figure that could be considered simple. Moreover, there is a saying that the more complicated and difficult a weapon is to use, the more dangerous the wearer of the weapon.
The two snow-white twin swords were reportedly played with the Blade Dancer Technique by Hu Yat Sen. When the sword in the right hand moves, the opponent must prepare for a continuous attack from the sword in the left hand.
When the omen of the competition began, the arena at the top of Sword Clouds shrouded two figures with sword rays flashing against each other.
Still using the Thousand Spell Sword Technique and the body flexibility of the Peregrine Eagle Attack Technique, Wang Yong seemed busy dodging the attacks of a pair of swords that came out like flowing water. Even he had not been given the chance to execute the sword defense technique and the attack of the War General to Punish the Thousand Swords.
Unrelenting consecutive attacks. It flowed and flowed so Wang Yong had absolutely no chance of executing his Attack Technique.
Hu Yat Sen from a distance looked like an agile dancer surrounded by white snow. The gleam of his pair of white swords made an effect as if he was dancing around in the snow. That Blade Dancer technique was truly a high-level attack technique.
The handsome face was so agile and always directed a pair of white swords looking for targets, namely the chest, abdomen and neck of Wang Yong. Sometimes Hu Yat Sen's body clumped together while turning the right vertical sword and in a trick of seconds the sword in the left hand following a vertical spin towards Wang Yong's body.
Wang Yong started to face the successive attacks. While at the corner of the audience seats, Fengyin's face was already red with annoyance and worry seeing Wang Yong's state. In his heart he grumbled, had elder brother Wang Yong used that earth-ranked Elf Sword Technique, even Wang Yong would have been able to kill that dandy Hu Yat Sen Si. Fengyin really felt gurgling and wanted to stab Hu Yat Sen to death instantly.
Until one day Hu Yat Sen shouted loudly,
“Crack....!!!”
The sword in his right hand managed to land the slash on Wang Yong's left arm, while the sword of his left hand had been spinning vertically, preparing to continue the attack of the advanced slash. Luckily Wang Yong made use of the Peregrine Eagle Technique so that his body was thrown backwards, darting to dodge.
Wang Yong felt his right arm that looked as if a line of sword slices tore through his arm's shirt and skin. Blood was dripping as he tried to palpate his arm. While holding the pain, He exerted mental strength.His body floated forward and darted fast. This time he would not give Hu Yat Sen a chance to play the Blade dancer Technique again.
While hovering towards Hu Yat Sen, Wang Yong's lips were seen moving about. Then in a very loud voice containing Pseudo Perfect Mental Energy, (a very loud sound that shook the mind and made the hearts of all spectators shake) he shouted.
“Hiise Mori...!!”
A strange and incomprehensible ancient word that everyone had slid down using mental energy. Hu Yat Sen's hair immediately brushed. Even the strange and bristling effect of feathers applied to all the sect disciples as well as sect elders who were temporarily watching.
All the martial practitioners with cultivation levels under the Enlightened Spirit Realm realm felt the sky as if it was about to turn dimly covered in a thick cloud.
Shocked....
As for Hiise Mori which means Black Mist is a sentence in Ancient Elf Language that Wang Yong read when borrowing a Book About the study of the Elf world from the sect library. Wang Yong recalled that the teaching in the book mentioned that the Mental Energy Processing Technique would have a greater effect when spoken in Elf Language. Unfortunately there were very few words in Elf Language in the book. Out of all the memorized words, Wang Yong made a new spell using his mental energy.
Meanwhile in the Vip seat area, the Peak Masters and Sect Masters were exerting Qi into their hearts and minds to brush off the effect of the spell that Wang Yong had uttered.
After they exerted Qi into their hearts and minds, things went back to being clear. What is seen before the eyes is in the arena is the void in silence, without fog or dimly lit effects like before. In the arena was seen Wang Yong standing in silence while Hu Yat Sen stood with a face that looked extremely shocked. Even the audience was silent in silence.
Master Zuo Zhuting did not feel any effect because as the symbol of an Earth rank 4 master he easily put away the illusion that had tried to attack his mind. His face was smiling lightly. In his heart he was deep,
“The bad boy started acting up, even using the ancient Elf Language. I really feel sorry to see that Hu Yat Sen boy. This mental attack is a Pseudo Perfect (Perfect Passion) power attack. If that mermaid boy Hu doesn't admit defeat, I'm afraid he'll go crazy”
Master Zuo was really concerned to see the mental attack that Wang Yong had given him.
“I'm sorry Brother Zuo, will the impact of your student's mental attack not have any impact on my Yellow Peak disciple?” Carefully for fear of offending an Earth Symbol Master, Master Wen Yu of the Yellow Peak raised the question.
With a small snort Master Zuo answered Master Wen Yu's question,
“Hmm... You should admit defeat, if he insists on fighting the mental attack of a Master Seal 4 who has Pseudo Perfect mental strength, I do not guarantee that he will be able to help heal his mentality later. Chances are he could go crazy”
The other four Peak Masters were startled and took a deep breath. Hopefully Hu Yat Sen realizes that he has lost and wants to admit defeat.
The rules in martial tournaments like this, are strictly forbidden to help contestants when they are dueling. If he insisted on helping, then that person would become the laughingstock of the entire world of cultivators, excommunicated and judged as someone who had a flawed due to low mentality.
On the other hand, the audience who watched the show, although the atmosphere was tense in silence, in the dim atmosphere, the deniers did whispers between them.
“So like this attack using mental energy’
“It looks like the boy used magic. She's megerakan”
“All Symbol Masters are indeed terrible”
“What happens in the black fog in front of us?”
“Does Hu Yat Sen still live in that fog?”
'I feel like all the master symbols are a bunch of weirdos"
Fenying who was sitting next to the two gossiping sect disciples, where they whispered to each other and said that Wang Yong's attack was witchcraft. He snapped at them, he,
“You are so stupid. It was called an attack using mental energy and manipulating the opponent's mind. I can also make you feel trapped in such a dark fog. Well.. although not as strong as Big Brother Wang Yong”'s Mental Attack
With pale faces the two disciples fell silent while glancing at Fenying silently. "One witch also apparently sat next to us"........
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The battle arena….
There was a panicked cry from within the fog.
“I give up losing.. I give up losing.. Wang Yong stop this...”.
Then then Wang Yong's voice loudly using mental energy rang out, feeling right through the minds of everyone in the arena area,
“Rest....!”.
Then all the spectators felt as if a black cloud was removed from the air so that the bright Sun again illuminated the arena. The dark black fog in the arena faded away. Hu Yat Sen was seen sitting trembling with a face as pale as paper. Wang Yong stood with his sword held tightly towards the sky. Only the two of them knew what happened to Hu Yat Sen.
*Connected*