Chapter 2462 Both Sides Suffer

Seeing this scene, the people present were in an uproar.

“Is it over? Has Tianluo State's most outstanding Disciple fallen just like that?”

“What a pity! What a real pity! Such an outstanding talent was killed just like that…”

“I thought he would be more powerful, but it turns out he only has this much ability…”

Some of the surrounding people were happy, some regretful, some gloating, and some stomping their feet and beating their chests.

But they immediately realized something was wrong; this sword strike didn't bring up a single drop of blood, and at the same time, Ye Bufan's figure dissipated with the wind, revealing it was merely an illusion.

The most shocked was Feng Wuhen; his sword strike was supposed to be a sure kill, but it ended up hitting nothing, with no sensation of piercing flesh.

“How did the opponent dodge such a fast sword?”

He knew very well how fast the Wind God Art was; it was almost invincible in the Dongxu Stage, yet it was precisely dodged by someone.

Just as everyone was greatly astonished, Ye Bufan’s figure appeared seven or eight meters away.

Although the Wind God Art was powerful, it was nothing in the face of his current cultivation; his powerful Divine Sense had already locked onto the opponent's movements tightly.

Although Feng Wuhen’s sword strike was incredibly fast, it could never be faster than instantaneous movement.

This was still him suppressing his cultivation, only teleporting seven or eight meters away, making others think it was just an extremely fast movement technique.

“Brat, let’s see where you can run to!”

Coming back to his senses, Feng Wuhen thrust out another sword, still the Wind God Art, and its speed was even faster than last time.

But then he was surprised to find that no matter how fast he was, he was always just a little bit short, unable to harm the opponent in the slightest.

“Damn it!”

After delivering more than a dozen consecutive sword strikes, still unable to harm the opponent in the slightest, Feng Wuhen was furious.

“This time, let’s see where you can run to! Gravity Daoist Magic!”

As he spoke, he formed a hand seal with his left hand and unleashed a Daoist Magic, and in an instant, a hazy white light enveloped the entire arena.

Ye Bufan immediately felt the surrounding air become much heavier, as if a thousand-pound burden had been placed on him, and his movements immediately slowed down.

If it were anyone else, under this Gravity Daoist Magic, it would probably be very difficult to even stand, let alone move quickly.

But Ye Bufan was destined not to be an ordinary person; both his cultivation and Physical Body were far stronger than his opponent’s.

It’s no exaggeration to say that the two were not on the same Rank at all; he was completely engaging in a dimensionality reduction attack now.

“Go to hell!”

Feng Wuhen’s face was ferocious as he once again used the Wind God Art, and a sword pierced through Ye Bufan’s chest.

But then he was filled with shock again; the long sword in his hand met no resistance, completely piercing through the air.

An illusion! Another illusion!

This filled him with horror; under the Gravity Daoist Magic, shouldn't the opponent be unable to bear the weight? How could he still have such fast speed? What kind of monster was this?

With a heart full of shock, he launched another frantic attack, but still couldn't harm the opponent in the slightest.

However, Ye Bufan was also beaten to the point of having no power to retaliate, only continuously dodging.

After another dozen rounds, Feng Wuhen completely lost his patience, no longer used the Wind God Art, and instead stopped in his tracks.

“Brat, it seems I underestimated you.”

“Whatever abilities you have, just bring them out!”

Ye Bufan also seemed to be panting, but in fact, it was all feigned, completely toying with the opponent.

“Originally, I wanted to save this move for the finals, but now you get the benefit of it.”

The people present all looked sideways; Feng Wuhen’s words were very clear, indicating he still had unrevealed killing moves.

Under everyone’s gaze, Feng Wuhen’s figure flickered, and then another figure appeared, looking exactly like him.

This wasn’t the end; immediately after, two became four, four became eight, and in the blink of an eye, sixteen Feng Wuhens appeared on the arena, completely surrounding Ye Bufan.

“What a powerful Clone technique, to be able to conjure so many Clones at once!”

“As expected of a Nine Star Sect Core Disciple, he really has many trump cards!”

“It’s over; facing so many Clones surrounding him, where else can that kid run…”

The surrounding people praised Feng Wuhen’s Clone technique endlessly, while a cold smile played on Ye Bufan’s lips.

He saw the opponent’s Clone technique clearly; there was a similar Daoist Magic in the Dragon King Palace’s Legacy, and it could even create more Clones than the opponent's.

The cultivation of these Clones was at most one-tenth of the main body, and they could not fight independently; they consumed the main body's Mental Energy and true Qi, and the distance between them could not be too far.

However, although One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones did not produce many Clones, each one had the strength of the main body, possessed the ability to act independently, and their range of action was not limited.

Compared in this way, this Clone technique was trash, completely an unranked existence.

But what he wanted now was to keep a low profile, so naturally he wouldn’t appear too outstanding, instead putting on a panicked expression.

“Brat, now let you taste the power of my Clone Phantom!”

Feng Wuhen roared, and his Clones rushed forward one after another, including himself, joining the battle.

In fact, with Ye Bufan’s powerful Mental Energy, he could easily distinguish between the main body and the Clones.

But he wouldn’t do that; he put on a posture of being overwhelmed, appearing extremely disheveled.

His only frustration was that his Physical Body had reached the Major Achievement stage of the Burning Fire Body Refining Art, which was simply too powerful; after fighting for so long, he hadn't even sustained a single injury.

Fortunately, the scene was extremely chaotic, so no one noticed this point.

Feng Wuhen was even more excited in his killing, constantly directing his Clones to attack, while his main body also occasionally launched sneak attacks.

In his Clone technique, the combat power of the Clones was only a small part of the main body’s, so at critical moments, he still had to rely on the main body for a fatal blow.

Seeing that Ye Bufan was already beaten into a disheveled state, completely unable to retaliate, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Finding a suitable opportunity, he punched towards the opponent’s back.

“I’ll fight you to the death!”

But to his utter surprise, at this moment, Ye Bufan’s flaming blade cut down three Clones, then he turned around and punched out with his left hand.

“Bang bang…” With two muffled thuds, Feng Wuhen’s fists solidly struck Ye Bufan’s chest.

At the same time, he was also punched in the right chest.

Feng Wuhen felt a huge force assault his chest, like a mountain-toppling, earth-shattering power, instantly tearing his protective Qi into shreds.

Immediately after, his entire body flew backward, spewing blood in mid-air.

He desperately tried to stabilize himself, but this punch was too heavy, even shaking loose the true Qi within his body, making it impossible to condense in a short time.

“How can this kid be so strong? And how did he find the main body?”

With these questions in his heart, Feng Wuhen fell to the ground below the arena with a thud.

With the main body almost half-dead, the Clones on the stage immediately dissipated into nothingness.

At the same time, Ye Bufan on the arena also fell backward to the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, clearly also seriously injured.

“Oh my goodness, this fight was too tragic…”

“How did this guy break the Clone technique? I guess it must have been by luck…”

“No matter what, he’s still on the arena, so this match is considered won…”

The people present were in an uproar; no one expected this match to end in a mutually destructive outcome.

The difference was that Feng Wuhen was knocked off the arena, while Ye Bufan, though seriously injured, was still on the arena, undoubtedly the winner.

(A note on the protagonist’s cultivation: it basically consists of three parts. His true Qi cultivation is at the Void Tempering Early Stage, but due to his Protagonist Halo, it is comparable to the Great Ascension Initial Stage.

His Physical Body is at Body Refining Major Achievement, and his combat power is equivalent to Dongxu Peak.

His Mental Energy is quite formidable, genuinely at the Mahayana Early Stage.)