Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

No, it didn't really disappear.

Rather, it was because the speed was too fast, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

He moved like a ghost skimming the ground, bringing with him a gust of cold wind, and attacked Ji Fanghua from several angles simultaneously in an instant, wielding two thin, willow-leaf-like black short blades silently.

fast!

Unbelievably fast!

This is the origin of the name "Ghost Shadow".

A gasp rippled through the audience; many hadn't even seen how he moved.

Ji Fanghua did not look up, nor did she try to catch her opponent's figure with her eyes. She relied entirely on her spiritual sense and perception of spatial fluctuations to make judgments.

The moment Sun Miao's short blades attacked, her figure swayed slightly, narrowly avoiding two deadly short blades.

"what?"

Sun Miao was slightly surprised when his attack missed, but his movements did not stop at all. He twisted his body and pounced again. His short blade turned into a storm, covering all of Ji Fanghua's vital points.

His speed increased, and it seemed as if several Sun Miao figures appeared on the stage at the same time, surrounding Ji Fanghua from all directions.

From the audience's perspective, Ji Fanghua seemed very passive, and her steps became sluggish, yet she always managed to avoid attacks at the last possible moment.

At first, everyone was on tenterhooks, but as they watched, they had a strange feeling, as if she could predict all of Sun Miao's attack routes.

Occasionally, she would point her short sword at an incredible angle, effortlessly deflecting her opponent's deadly attacks.

This wasn't about speed in movement, but rather her understanding and application of space. It was as if she could create a miniature personal domain around herself, thereby discerning all of her opponent's movements.

"How is this possible? A domain is a law that only those at the Condensation Realm possess, and she is merely at the Perfection of the Qi Induction Realm."

The more they looked, the more astonished they became. No wonder this girl was selected at such a young age; she truly had something special about her.

"Damn it! This girl is weird!"

Sun Miao's frustration grew as he couldn't break through the opponent's defenses. His opponent's accurate predictions left him feeling powerless and incredibly stifled.

"A Thousand Ghostly Illusions!"

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he let out a low roar as his internal energy surged wildly, causing his speed to soar once again.

He seemed to transform into a real gray whirlwind, spinning rapidly around Ji Fanghua. Countless blades burst forth from the whirlwind, forming a net that enveloped Ji Fanghua without any blind spots.

This is his trump card, a move that uses the rapid creation of countless indistinguishable illusions to attack, making it impossible to defend against.

The audience gasped in surprise, everyone holding their breath for Ji Fanghua.

Ji Fanghua's pupils contracted slightly as she felt unprecedented pressure; the omnipresent blade light sealed off all space.

A fierce glint flashed in her eyes, and she made a decision that left everyone speechless: instead of dodging or avoiding, she faced the area where the blades were most concentrated.

She took a sudden step forward, her short sword flashing rapidly into the air in front of her.

choke!

A burst of sparks suddenly spread out, and the seemingly flawless net of blades was easily ripped open.

Ji Fanghua's figure, like a slippery fish, narrowly squeezed through the crevice.

Her robes were ripped in several places by the sharp blade energy, and even a strand of her hair was cut off and fell to the ground, but she was completely unharmed.

As she passed through the net, a cold glint flashed in Ji Fanghua's eyes. Using the momentum of her charge, she thrust her short sword straight at the chest of one of the phantom figures.

This sword strike was swift and ruthless, imbued with all her vital energy, and incomparably sharp.

Sun Miao was horrified. He had never expected that his opponent could break through his Thousand Illusions in such an unbelievable way and find out his true self so accurately.

In the rush, he only had time to cross his twin blades in front of his chest to block.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound of impact rang out.

However, the force that Sun Miao had anticipated did not come; instead, he felt a slight emptiness, as if he had only struck a phantom.

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart.

The next instant, Ji Fanghua flicked her wrist, and the short sword ignored the double-edged parry, striking Sun Miao's Tanzhong acupoint at an angle that defied common sense.

The condensed sword energy penetrated his body, causing Sun Miao to tremble violently as if struck by lightning. The double blades in his hands clattered to the ground, and he froze on the spot.

Ji Fanghua deftly sheathed her sword and retreated, slightly out of breath, her face as pale as paper, clearly indicating that the battle had taken a heavy toll.

"...I lost."

Sun Miao squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, then dejectedly lowered his head.

He never imagined that his pride and joy, his speed, would be defeated by such a seemingly weak girl, and in such a frustrating way.

"East Arena, Ji Fanghua from Shenwu Academy wins!" the referee announced loudly.

"good!"

After a brief silence, the entire audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Ji Fanghua is amazing!"

"What kind of talent is this? It's absolutely impossible to defend against!"

Amidst the thunderous cheers, Ji Fanghua silently stepped off the stage and returned to the Shenwu preparation area. She found a quiet corner to sit down and quickly closed her eyes to regulate her breathing.

……

Meanwhile, on the west arena, the battle had also reached a fever pitch.

Shen Lian's opponent, Zhou Tong, is indeed no simple opponent.

This person seemed ordinary, strong and steady, but when they actually fought, Shen Lian discovered that not only was his strength extraordinary, far exceeding that of his peers, but his external martial arts skills were also astonishing. When Shen Lian's blade struck him, it often only left shallow white marks.

His strength was also astonishing; each strike sent numbness through his arms.

The two had been fighting fiercely for dozens of rounds. Although Shen Lian's swordsmanship was extremely fierce, Zhou Tong was like a boulder, unmoved by the crashing waves.

However, Shen Lian already had several bruises on his body, and his breathing was somewhat disordered. Zhou Tong, on the other hand, had clearly expended less energy because he had been on the defensive the whole time.

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack, a fierce glint appeared in Shen Lian's eyes. He seized an opportunity, feigning exhaustion, and slightly slowed his sword strike.

As expected, Zhou Tong fell for the trap. A smug look flashed in his eyes. Thinking that Shen Lian's true energy was running out, he roared and his two fan-like iron palms, with the power to split rocks, went straight for Shen Lian's central palace, intending to secure victory in one fell swoop.

Just as his palms were about to strike Shen Lian's chest, the man suddenly leaned back, narrowly avoiding the palm strikes. He twisted his waist, and using the force of the twist, he swung his long sword upwards towards Zhou Tong's armpit.

This "Returning Wolf Gazing at the Moon" strike was swift, cunning, and ruthless, completely catching Zhou Tong off guard. Most importantly, his opponent had actually discovered his Achilles' heel.

Zhou Tong was shocked. It was too late to parry with his palm. He could only twist his body and try to take the hit with his shoulder.

"Sizzle!"

The blade sliced ​​through the tough flesh, leaving a trail of blood.

Zhou Tong groaned in pain and staggered backward. A deep, bone-revealing wound was cut from his left shoulder to his chest, and blood immediately stained his clothes.

"you!"

Zhou Tong was both surprised and furious, never expecting Shen Lian to be so fierce and cunning.

Shen Lian pressed his advantage relentlessly, suppressing the surging blood and qi within him, and stepped forward, his blade flashing once more as he pursued the attack.

A sinister glint flashed in Zhou Tong's eyes. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his shoulder, he neither dodged nor avoided, but instead reached his right hand into his robes and flung it outwards.

"puff!"

A large cloud of grayish-white powder spread out like smoke, covering Shen Lian from above, and emitting a pungent, fishy-sweet smell.

This is clearly a specially made poison powder that combines the venom glands of demonic beasts with bewitching herbs. It can not only bewitch the eyes, but also erode one's true energy through respiration and paralyze one's nerves.