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Many people were eagerly anticipating a confrontation between Mr. Mo and Han Mang, the two strongest representatives. Even Pan Feng and Nangong You, the head of the Ancient Spirit Academy, were secretly looking forward to witnessing their power.
As for destroying the Ancient Spirit Academy?
Nangong You couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The prestigious Ancient Spirit Academy was protected by numerous formations, with countless arrays safeguarding the Arena. If a battle between Earth Soul Realm Experts could truly destroy the Ancient Spirit Academy, it would be nothing short of a joke.
No matter how strong they were, they were merely two individuals, while the formations within the Ancient Spirit Academy had been painstakingly crafted over countless years by numerous Formation Masters. Even Nangong You himself had no idea how many formations existed within the academy.
A conservative estimate would place that number in the millions.
Finally, the ripples in the air suddenly converged as Mr. Mo and Han Mang simultaneously retracted their auras.
After a round of subtle competition, neither Han Mang nor Mr. Mo had gained an advantage.
Mr. Mo cupped his fist towards Han Mang and smiled first, saying, "Han Mang, how many years has it been since we last met?"
Han Mang replied lightly, "It's been so long that I can't remember clearly. Over ten years, perhaps?"
Mr. Mo laughed, "You've become forgetful; it's been exactly nineteen years. How could you not remember something like this?"
With this exchange of words, Mr. Mo had taken the initiative and gained an upper hand.
But Han Mang was not one to be easily swayed by such trivial matters.
He calmly responded, "I have been focused on studying formations and constantly improving myself. I haven't had the time to keep track of such things. Only those skilled in political maneuvering would bother remembering these insignificant details."
Han Mang quickly regained his footing, leaving Mr. Mo momentarily speechless.
"You've always hesitated to fulfill that agreement we made. Are you finally bringing forth some talented disciple to challenge me?" Mr. Mo asked.
"Not particularly impressive, but even mediocre talents can grow quickly under my guidance. On the other hand, you've wasted so many potential students; countless lives have been misled under your tutelage. Ling Cong has indeed shown great promise, but under your guidance, he is being wasted."
"Wasting time or not, let your direct disciple come out and compete again. It's been years since we last met, yet your perspective remains so narrow," Mr. Mo mocked.
Han Mang smiled but said nothing. At that moment, the Fourteenth Prince, Ling Cong, had already stepped onto the Arena, respectfully bowing to Mr. Mo and standing neatly beside him, his expression remarkably calm.
At just fourteen or fifteen years old, Ling Cong was able to maintain his composure in such a grand setting, which was quite impressive.
Elegant, along with Grandpa Ding, Frenzied Blade, Red Man, and Execution Wolf, were all intently watching the situation in the Arena. Upon hearing Mr. Mo's words, Elegant immediately turned to Wei Chen but was surprised to find that Wei Chen was missing!
Looking around anxiously and glancing toward the entrance to the Arena, there was no sign of Wei Chen anywhere.
"Where did Wei Chen go? He wouldn't bail at such a critical moment, would he?"
Elegant anxiously searched for Wei Chen but couldn't find him. Suddenly, a thought struck: "Could it be that he was bluffing? He has no real connection to Han Mang and is avoiding confrontation with me out of embarrassment? But that's not like him!"
While Elegant was worried, everyone else in the audience craned their necks, eager to see Han Mang's disciple. Everyone knew today was the day of the battle between the Fourteenth Prince and Han Mang's disciple, but no one knew who that disciple actually was.
In the Arena, Mr. Mo and the Fourteenth Prince waited expectantly.
Below the Arena, all eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding above.
Where had Wei Chen gone?
A hint of a smile appeared on Han Mang's face; he already knew where Wei Chen was.
"Good lad, you've quickly learned short-distance spatial transmission formations and stealth formations, as well as gas isolation formations—all stacked together. However... it seems there are some modifications... Otherwise, it wouldn't have gone unnoticed by Mighty... Those modifications are crucial for achieving such stealthy entry into the Arena. If his formations weren't still somewhat unrefined, I might have been fooled myself."
"Combining those formations is indeed a novel attempt; why didn't I think of it before? That lad is truly remarkable; with his Soul Power Realm, using a single formation wouldn't have gone unnoticed by Mighty."
Han Mang marveled internally at Wei Chen's Formation Assignment skills. If it weren't for the respect due to age differences, he would have wanted to apprentice himself to Wei Chen. Just one modification had amplified the effectiveness of both the stealth and gas isolation formations by dozens of times!
“Han Mang, is that your disciple? Are you afraid and hiding?” Mr. Mo sneered, seeing no one on the Arena.
Han Mang shot a disdainful glance at Mr. Mo and said, “Don’t be an eyesore here. Let the young ones compete among themselves.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Mr. Mo was taken aback. Could it be that Han Mang’s successor was already on the Arena?
He squinted and used his spiritual sense to scan the Arena, but he did not see Wei Chen standing opposite him.
Han Mang had already left the Arena, and Mr. Mo had no choice but to follow.
Left on the Arena was the Fourteenth Prince, Ling Cong, who was stunned. What in the world was happening?
Hearing the conversation between Han Mang and Mr. Mo, the crowd nearby was also bewildered. Did Han Mang mean that his disciple was already on the Arena?
Countless eyes were fixated on the Arena, eagerly anticipating the appearance of someone.
Even the Veiled Girl beside Mi and Mo looked at the Arena with a hint of curiosity, wondering who would be the opponent of Ling Cong, hailed as the strongest of the younger generation.
A figure slowly materialized from nothingness to reality.
The Veiled Girl trembled at the sight of the figure appearing on the Arena, her eyes instantly moistening…
“Wei Chen… it’s you!”
The Veiled Girl—who else could it be but Weirou?
Mo and Mi were watching Wei Chen on the Arena, noticing nothing unusual about Weirou. With her exceptional intellect, Weirou quickly composed herself, sitting upright and silently thinking, “Wei Chen, I didn’t expect to see you again in this way…”
"No matter where you go, you always attract attention... It's just that my master won't let me see anyone, and I ultimately dare not call out to you, nor let you know of my existence. Do you ever think about how I am not happy in the Soul Palace? Even though my master treats me well, the atmosphere there is stifling; no one would like it. Only when I'm with you do I feel joy..."
Weirou remained silent, tears streaming down her face.
Mr. Mo's expression changed drastically when he saw Wei Chen appear in the Arena!
He took a deep look at Wei Chen before shifting his gaze to Han Mang and said, "Han Mang, your disciple is quite impressive!"
"He's doing alright. Is there really a need for this match? Can't you feel his strength?" Han Mang replied with a proud smile.
Mr. Mo's face grew colder. "Spirit Wisdom Realm Sevenfold... At such a young age, he truly is talented. In our time, we were nowhere near his level."
"Indeed, your disciple has great talent, but he's a bit older now. After a few more years of training, he will definitely surpass my disciple's current strength. However, in today's match, your disciple is bound to lose," Han Mang said confidently, raising his tone slightly. Wei Chen's strength was evident; the Fourteenth Prince Ling Cong was clearly no match for him.
Mr. Mo sneered, "Who loses and who wins is yet to be seen. Just don't cry later."
"Still being stubborn? Wei Chen's Formation Assignment has already secured him an undefeated position. Even you didn't notice he was on the Arena. Ha! Mighty indeed; you've truly wasted your life," Han Mang mocked with a grin. He knew very well that Mr. Mo was just putting on a brave face. Judging by his expression, he was already pale as a ghost.
If the Fourteenth Prince lost, Mr. Mo would bid farewell to Peach Blossom Island and become a wandering soul, never again enjoying the glory of being the Island Master. Even if some people were willing to follow him away, the vast majority of the higher-ups would not easily make such a choice.
Mr. Mo continued to sneer and stopped engaging with Han Mang, focusing on the Arena instead.
In the Arena, Wei Chen appeared, causing the Fourteenth Prince to freeze in shock. "Why are you here?"
Ling Cong could hardly believe that his opponent was Wei Chen!
What an incredible coincidence!
Wei Chen smiled lightly and said, "It is indeed me, Prince Yang Minghuang. It's been a while since we last met; however, I haven't received any news from you."
"I don't understand why he isn't dealing with you. Isn't it better that you haven't received any news? Fewer troubles, after all, is a stroke of luck," Ling Cong said calmly.
Wei Chen shrugged and replied with a smile, "It doesn't matter. One comes and one goes; it's not really significant."
"Are you really that confident?" Ling Cong asked.
"What do you think? If I didn't have confidence, would I dare to come to Ling City?" Wei Chen sneered.
Ling Cong felt anxious inside and turned his head to look at Mr. Mo below the Arena.
Mr. Mo gestured towards Ling Cong, causing the Fourteenth Prince's expression to change dramatically.
He squinted, a flicker of Han Mang passing through his eyes, his face contorted in struggle and conflict.
With a fierce grit of his teeth, he hardened his expression and made a silent decision.
Turning back to Wei Chen, Ling Cong took a few steps back and said, "Go ahead; you won't win this match."
"Heh, your strength is still lacking. When I hadn't broken through to the Spirit Wisdom Realm, killing someone at the initial stage of the Spirit Wisdom Realm was as easy as killing a dog. Now that I've reached Spirit Wisdom Realm Sevenfold, defeating you will be too easy. Just admit defeat; there's no point in this. We know each other; I don't want to hurt you."
"You're just boasting! Watch how I win against you!"
Ling Cong sneered repeatedly as Soul Power surged forth, his aura rising dramatically—was he at Spirit Wisdom Realm Level Five?
"It seems the rumors were wrong; this Fourteenth Prince has hidden depths and concealed part of his strength. However, this level of power is still insufficient," Wei Chen thought to himself as he unleashed the aura of Spirit Wisdom Realm Sevenfold, instantly suppressing Ling Cong's momentum.
Yet, Ling Cong's Soul Power aura did not remain at Spirit Wisdom Realm Level Five!
He formed several hand seals, and his complexion suddenly became withered, as if he had aged decades in an instant. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his hair turned snow white in that moment!
In an instant, his Soul Power Realm reached the Pinnacle of Spiritual Wisdom!
The transformation of Ling Cong left the audience in shock. To defeat Wei Chen, the Fourteenth Prince Ling Cong had actually used some secret technique to forcibly elevate his power?
“Ling Cong is finished. Even if he wins this duel, he will become a cripple.”
“Indeed, secret techniques should not be used recklessly, especially one that boosts Soul Power Realm by such a margin. Is it really necessary for just a duel?”
“If he wins, he can gain the support of Peach Blossom Island; he cannot afford to lose.”
Whispers filled the air, while Crown Prince Ling Ao maintained an ordinary expression, showing no signs of joy. Logically speaking, Ling Cong's actions would benefit him the most. Yet, there was no trace of happiness on his face; instead, a hint of pain flickered in his eyes.
“Oh, Fourteenth Brother, why must you do this? Do you still have a future after this?”
Ling Jue Lei felt an even deeper heartache. Such a terrifying secret technique would bring devastating consequences for the future once used.
What pained the Royal Family Members even more was that Ling Cong's aura showed no signs of stopping its explosive rise. Having reached the Pinnacle of Spiritual Wisdom, it continued to surge upward!
Ling Jue Lei stood up and roared, “Ling Cong, stop now!”
His cries did not reach Ling Cong. After just a few breaths, Ling Cong's aura surged to the first level of Surge Realm!
“It’s over! It’s over!”
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