Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 117 Fight and win

The audience was in an uproar.

Just when Qin Ze thought he was fooling everyone, he didn't realize that he was the one being fooled.

The moment Qin Ze lost his composure, his illusion was dispelled.

Those around him only saw him talking to himself, and the illusion that enveloped the arena disappeared.

Black Impermanence, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass. He swung his mourning staff down, almost ending the battle.

However, this purple cloud canopy was truly the nemesis of ghostly arts. It hung half a zhang above Qin Ze's head, transforming into a hazy purple light that steadily blocked the mourning staff.

Chen Ye, watching from above, was also surprised by this scene, as this was the first time his divine soul technique had been blocked.

But Chen Ye wouldn't miss this opportunity. Ignoring the risk of revealing his position, he channeled his spiritual energy into the sword box behind him, and countless sword energies rained down.

The illusionist has been exposed; if we don't seize the opportunity to pursue him, when will we?

Dozens of sword energies, carrying a fierce aura, descended from the sky and slammed heavily onto the layer of purple mist. There were a few "plop" sounds, like raindrops falling into a calm lake, splashing up ripples, but the sword energies ultimately failed to penetrate this strange mist.

The onlookers then looked up and saw Chen Ye flying in the sky.

No one knew when he had arrived at this high altitude, and everyone was deeply shocked by Chen Ye's methods. To cast illusions in front of the Mirage Sect, renowned for its illusion techniques, and to deceive everyone—was this still a rogue cultivator?

Cheers erupted; the battle of wits was finally about to get exciting.

Chen Ye, however, did not think so. The fact that even with all his sword energy, he had failed to break through the Purple Cloud Smoke Curtain was quite troublesome.

"It can block evil spirits and sword energy. This magic weapon is too powerful."

Chen Ye pulled out a handful of talismans from his storage bag, and in a short while, fireballs and ice spikes began to fall from the sky. These were simple Five Elements spells, and their power was not strong.

The purple cloud and misty canopy blocked all these spells, just like an indestructible city wall, no matter how much rain or wind it blew.

However, Chen Ye discovered that the ice cones formed from condensed water vapor did not completely dissipate when they fell into the Purple Cloud Smoke Curtain. Instead, they pierced deep into it before losing speed and then rapidly disintegrating.

"I see. This Purple Cloud Smoke Canopy is specifically designed to counter spells formed from spiritual energy, and it can easily neutralize attacks that have no physical form."

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and no magic spell or magic weapon is without flaws. As long as a countermeasure is found, Chen Ye is confident that he can break through his defenses.

However, what on earth is Qin Ze doing? He just withdrew the illusion, does he really think that the Purple Cloud Smoke Curtain is invincible?

The audience was also puzzled, wondering why Qin Ze was suddenly exposed. Could it be that just because they were booing, a magician was going to use himself as bait?
Although Chen Ye was lured out, wouldn't we be the ones who suffer the loss?
Only the disciples of the Mirage Sect saw through the illusion and realized that Qin Ze had been affected by the backlash of the illusion.

Those who practice illusion magic constantly face the question: are you deceiving others or yourself? If they cannot maintain their true nature and fall into illusion, they will, like Qin Ze, directly break their magic.

Qin Ze was stunned by Chen Ye's fierce attack, but it also jolted him out of his illusion. With the Purple Cloud Smoke Canopy protecting him, he could hold on for a while, but he dared not use the Mirage Pearl again.

If he loses control again, he will not only lose, but he will lose very badly.

Chen Ye wouldn't give him a chance to think. Since Qin Ze wasn't using illusion magic anymore, he would just use the most straightforward and unpretentious methods to fight back.

With a flick of his finger, Chen Ye caused the Black Impermanence to vanish instantly, transforming into dozens of ghostly figures of various shapes and sizes. These figures surrounded Qin Ze, attacking the Purple Cloud Smoke Canopy with a variety of magical artifacts.

Countless ripples appeared, causing the illusory purple smoke to solidify. It was a hemispherical shield that enveloped Qin Ze.

Inside, Qin Ze formed hand seals and chanted incantations, causing lightning to appear in his palms.

Unable to use illusion magic, he now only has the Palm Lightning technique left.

Several bolts of lightning flew from Qin Ze's palm and struck the ghosts, causing them to scream in agony.

But these were no ordinary ghosts. Nourished day and night by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Yang Chongguang and the other ghosts were almost solidified. Qin Ze's palm lightning was nothing special, just an ordinary spell that could only make the ghosts scream in pain, but could not completely destroy them. The pain aroused the ghosts' ferocity, making the chaotic scene of a hundred ghosts dancing even more terrifying.

Chen Ye had already landed on the arena at some point, his sword box on his back constantly shooting out sword energy, continuously depleting the defensive power of the Purple Cloud Smoke Canopy.

What terrified Qin Ze even more was the enormous crow, weighing an unknown number of thousands of kilograms, which slammed down like a black iron ball, its sharp claws scrambling wildly.

No magical attack was as effective as the crow's claws. Qin Ze felt his spiritual energy being consumed rapidly, and if he didn't exert all his strength, his protective magic treasure would probably be broken.

In his panic, Qin Ze couldn't help but reach for his storage bag, but he immediately remembered his boastful words.

Apart from two magical artifacts and one spell, no other methods are used.

The storage bag contained pills to replenish mana, other magical treasures, and talismans with various effects, but if he took them out, he would lose.

Am I really going to lose to this rogue cultivator like this?

Qin Ze was unwilling to accept this, and his raging anger reignited. How could he allow the Mirage Sect to be disgraced time and time again?

Qin Ze gritted his teeth and summoned the mirage pearl once more.

As long as Chen Ye falls into the illusion, I can win! As long as I can withstand the backlash from the Mirage Pearl, I can win.

"I'd rather die with you!"

But just as Qin Ze was about to make a desperate gamble, he saw Chen Ye disappear underground once again.

The illusion was unleashed, controlling both the spirits and the beasts, causing chaos. But Chen Ye dodged it once again.

It's the same position, and the same technique.

It was as if he had planned everything all along.

This time, Qin Ze had no chance to force Chen Ye to show himself using the Mirage Pearl. Because he had just lost his composure, if he forced the use of the magic weapon again, countless illusions would attack him, and the red powder would turn into skeletons, trying to tear his body apart.

This time, Qin Ze knew he couldn't make it through.

Just as Qin Ze was about to be harmed by his own illusion, a sigh came from the audience: "We, the Mirage Sect, concede defeat."

A gentle breeze swept over him, dispelling all the illusions and waking Qin Ze from his reverie.

A purple cloud-like canopy enveloped him and carried him off the arena, towards the direction where the Mirage Sect disciples were located.

It was Master Ziyan who rescued Qin Ze.

Lu Shichang, who was in charge of the refereeing, didn't even have time to react before the duel was over. He could only hastily announce: "Chen Ye wins this battle!"

After a moment of silence, the rogue cultivators erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Chen Ye! Chen Ye!"

Cheers swept across the entire arena, and hundreds of rogue cultivators simultaneously slammed their sword sheaths into the ground. The clanging sound of metal striking bluestone was like a slap across the face of the five major sects, echoing in all directions.

They actually won! How did the rogue cultivator manage to win?

Many people don't understand it, but that doesn't stop them from being happy.

Last time, we could say that the five major sects bowed down to the rogue cultivators out of face, but this time it should be a fair and square victory!

(End of this chapter)