Chapter 122: I Have the Ability to Change in a Thousand Ways
Translator: 549690339
“Set off!”
At Ye Feng’s command, everyone followed closely behind him, except for Brother Flathead who was still sleeping and Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie who were out gaining experience.
Nanlu Mountain Range.
The Shape-shifting Beast soared into the sky, heading towards the agreed battleground.
South of Whitefloat City.
The Deputy City Lord, Lu Shanyue, the Nishang Palace Master, the Sect Leader of the Tyrant Blade Sect, and the Sect Leader of the Feathers Sect, all from the Elent Gathering Realm, stood atop the city wall, waiting in silence.
Below the city wall, over two hundred thousand onlookers had already gathered. So had even set up tables and chairs, drinking tea as they waited.
“Peanuts, sunflower seeds, and black tea for sale in the front row. Does any fellow Daoist need any?”
“No need, don’t block the front!”
“If you don’t need anything, then be quiet!”
“Why are you shouting at ?”
Similar commotions occasionally broke out.
At that mont, a sharp-eyed cultivator spotted soone flying through the sky and imdiately shouted, “They’re here!”
The others looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Ye Feng and the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch arriving simultaneously on the open ground south of the city, facing each other from a distance of several dozen ters.
“Everyone’s here!”
“Is it starting?”
The crowd widened their eyes, not wanting to miss any detail of the impending clash.
In Whitefloat City, it wasn’t often that one could witness a spar between Elent Gathering Realm powerhouses. Such an opportunity was rare indeed.
“The bonfire, ignite!”
The Deputy City Lord ford hand seals with both hands, and flas appeared at his fingertips, which he directed towards several dozen large water jars on the ground.
Bang!
The jars contained charcoal soaked in kerosene, which now ignited into roaring flas as they were sparked.
“Does this battle need a defined arena boundary?” The Deputy City Lord inquired.
“No need,” Ye Feng shook his head.
“This Demon Monarch doesn’t need it either,” declared the Shape-shifting Beast with folded arms.
“Very well,” nodded the Deputy City Lord. With a wave of his hand, he sent the dozens of flaming water jars flying out, positioning them around the open space spanning several hundred ters, illuminating the entire area.
“You may begin,” he said.
After speaking, the Deputy City Lord sat down on the city wall.
The audience held their breath, waiting for Ye Feng and the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch to make their move.
Within the Misty Sect’s camp, disciples clasped their hands tightly, their small faces filled with tension, while the Spiritual Beasts like the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle dared not make a sound.
“Ye Feng, even though this Demon Monarch has only recently entered the Elent Gathering Realm, I have mastered many profound spells. Crushing you will be as easy as flicking my finger!”
With his hands behind his back, the Shape-shifting Beast laughed loudly, already hovering above the blaze-lit clearing.
Then, he was choked by the dense smoke.
“Cough cough… what the hell is this crap!”
The Shape-shifting Beast’s aura surged, and all the thick smoke was suddenly forced to spread outward in a ring shape, creating a fierce whirlwind that incidentally extinguished all the flas in the water jars.
Everyone felt the imnse pressure and looked solemn.
Ye Feng remained silent, reaching the high sky to face off against the Shape-shifting Beast.
“Ye Feng, you can still maintain a shred of dignity if you admit defeat now. Otherwise, once this Demon Monarch unleashes my aura, I will send you crashing to the ground!” The Shape-shifting Beast stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes bright as the starry sky. As he spoke these imposing words, he imdiately attracted the admiring gazes of many won.
“Are you going to fight or not?” Ye Feng was getting impatient.
“Since you’re so eager to lose, this Demon Monarch will grant you your wish right away!” The Shape-shifting Beast blew forcefully, conjuring a chilling windstorm mixed with thick smoke, reminiscent of a giant hand swatting at Ye Feng.
“Such a profound spell!” the crowd exclaid in admiration.
Ye Feng flicked his finger, channeling ninety percent of his Heroic Spirit Power to collide with the giant hand of black smoke, and both forces dispersed simultaneously, neither gaining the upper hand.
“Hmph!” The Shape-shifting Beast raised an eyebrow, thinking that Ye Feng did have so skill and wouldn’t be easily defeated.
“Sect Master Ye is indeed the Chosen One, his mastery over the Heroic Spirit Power has reached the stage of moving it as if it were his own limb,” Lu Shanyue said as he lightly stroked his beard in praise.
The Deputy City Lord smiled.
The remaining three Elent Gathering Realm cultivators remained expressionless.
In the eyes of the Nishang Palace Master, Ye Feng and the Shape-shifting Beast indeed possessed considerable strength. Even though they had just entered the Elent Gathering Realm, they were not much weaker than her.
“Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve!” Ye Feng called out across the distance.
He possessed not only Heroic Spirit Power comparable to the first level of the Elent Gathering Realm but also physical strength of the sa level.
Once he unleashed his full power, even facing soone like Lu Shanyue, at the second level of the Elent Gathering Realm, he would still have the strength to fight.
“To deal with you, a storm is sufficient,” the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch disdainfully snorted, thrusting his hands forward and summoning another storm.
With one palm strike, Ye Feng blasted the storm apart and then, taking the initiative, accelerated forward, hurling a punch towards the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch.
“Don’t even think about getting close!”
Seeing through Ye Feng’s intent, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch continuously dodged, his hands moving rapidly, unleashing nurous storms capable of shattering boulders, but all were dispersed by Ye Feng using the Heroic Spirit Power.
The two sides were imdiately locked in a stalemate.
“How strange, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch keeps reverting to the sa storm tactic―could it be that this is all he knows?”
“Apart from the Heroic Spirit Power, Sect Master Ye seems to have no other ans either!”
“Both are new to the Elent Gathering Realm. It’s normal for them to have a limited arsenal of techniques, but even if their thods are simple, it’s not sothing those of us in the Qi Refining Realm can compare with.”
The sect leaders from the various sects discussed among themselves.
Although they felt that Ye Feng and the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s combat techniques were basic, they were certain they wouldn’t be able to withstand a single move if they were the ones facing the fight.
“I get it! Aside from boasting, it seems you have no other talents,” Ye Feng, despite being an involved party, wasn’t confused and was able to analyze the battlefield. It didn’t take him long to see through the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s pattern.
In Ye Feng’s view, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s boastfulness was indeed exceptional; normally, he would just use the storm against his opponents. It looked strong, but in reality, he only knew that one move, aning he always exerted his full strength and had no other thods at his disposal.
“It does seem like it!”
“This Thousand Faces Demon Monarch appears to be just a big talker with very little real skill.”
The onlookers at the scene were imdiately abuzz.
“Nonsense! The depth of this Demon Lord is not sothing you can fathom,” The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, having been exposed, exploded with rage, retreating to a distance and staring at Ye Feng with a cold expression, “Since you, boy, are so arrogant, this Demon Lord will let you witness my true power!”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch brought his hands together, grasping a sharp long blade and, with a whoosh, launched a sneak attack on Ye Feng.
“Resorting to sneak attacks, shaless!”
“Bullying our sect leader for not having a Spiritual Artifact, even more shaless!”
The disciples of the Misty Sect scolded in unison.
The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch sneered, “A bunch of shortsighted fools. What I possess is the ability to change endlessly. What do you know?”
Having said that, he had already closed in on Ye Feng. The long blade drew a shining arc through the air and chopped down sharply.
Ye Feng quickly backpedaled, dodging the strike.
“You think you can dodge? It doesn’t matter if I let you run for a while because this Demon Lord’s blade can extend indefinitely!” The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch laughed heartily.
The next mont, under the shocked gazes of the audience, the long blade suddenly expanded in size, stretching to several dozen ters in length and stabbing towards Ye Feng.
“What kind of technique is this?” Ye Feng continued to dodge, shocked in his heart.
Although his own body was very strong, Ye Feng dared not recklessly withstand an attack by a Spiritual Artifact of unknown grade.
In his judgnt, this forty-ter-long blade was definitely a middle-grade Spiritual Artifact, likely beyond his ability to defend against.
“Damn it! How can you dodge so well?”
The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, slashing eighteen tis in a second and missing every one, began to lose his composure. Controlling the forty-ter blade, he made it swell in the shocked gazes of more than two hundred thousand people, transforming into a gigantic hamr!
Boom!
The attack range of the hamr was vast, and Ye Feng, unable to dodge in ti, was struck and sent flying dozens of ters, nearly crashing to the ground.
All of a sudden, the situation turned unfavorable for Ye Feng!
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