Chapter 115 The Mystery of the Deception Technique

More and more Disciples gathered around the Martial Arts Practice Field, causing Qing Mingzi's expression to become somewhat grim.

Ye Fan's chance of winning was slim; the fewer people who knew about this matter, the better.

But now with so many eyes watching, if the news leaked out afterward, the Joyous Union Sect would inevitably suffer great embarrassment.

"What are you all looking at? Hurry up and get back to Cultivate!"

Qing Mingzi's furious roar echoed across the entire field, scaring countless Disciples into drawing back their necks.

But there were always some bold ones who didn't care, and with their lead, very few people actually left.

"Sect Head Senior Brother, perhaps you should give up. Concealment is useless now; we can only hope Ye Fan can win," Su Ningxue said lightly.

"Alas, this child is usually quite calm. I don't know what madness has possessed him today," Qing Mingzi ground out through clenched teeth.

"Perhaps this is what young people call love," Su Ningxue said with mixed feelings.

On the Martial Arts Practice Field, Murong Jie wore an expression of utter contempt, not taking Ye Fan seriously at all.

"Brat, I'll give you a chance now. Kneel down, kowtow to me three times, and then obediently follow me back to the Murong Family to confess your crimes, and I will spare you this beating. How about that?" Murong Jie sneered.

"You are truly kind-hearted. After all, if it were me, even if you knelt down and kowtowed three times now, I would not spare you this beating either."

Ye Fan wore a playful smile, seemingly not taking Murong Jie seriously at all. These words completely enraged him.

"Very good... I've changed my mind now... I will kill you in this duel!"

As Murong Jie's voice fell, he exploded into action. Three dark gold Flying Swords shot directly toward Ye Fan's vital points, their speed far exceeding imagination.

Once a Cultivator steps into the Core Formation Realm, their control over Qi will surge by several levels, allowing them to even activate multiple Magic Treasures simultaneously, thus securing an invincible position in battle.

"As expected, what a grand move! These Flying Swords are actually Medium Grade Magic Treasures?!"

"Ye Fan is only at the Foundation Establishment Realm, Sixth Level Cultivation, yet Murong Jie dares to use Medium Grade Magic Treasures against him? Murong Jie is truly shameless!"

The high-ranking members of the Joyous Union Sect couldn't help but curse inwardly, but they were unable to intervene, only able to silently hope Ye Fan could create a miracle.

Murong Jie's attack showed no sign of holding back; it was clearly intended to kill Ye Fan.

The attack angles of the three Flying Swords were extremely tricky, impossible for an ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator to react to. Even someone as strong as Ye Fan could only track two of them.

The red lotus sword flipped up and down, barely blocking the attack in front of him.

But the third one took the opportunity to circle behind Ye Fan. In Murong Jie's view, Ye Fan was already a dead man.

Yun Li watched from outside the field, her small face instantly turning deathly pale. She couldn't help but want to cry out a warning, but Murong Wan stopped her.

"Don't speak out; it will distract him."

"But..."

"Relax. Ye Fan is stronger than you imagine."

As Murong Wan finished speaking, the third Flying Sword plunged straight toward Ye Fan's back. At the critical moment, it was blocked by a golden barrier. No matter how violent the power of this strike was, it could not advance an inch, and finally, it was forced back a hundred meters by the dark gold Flying Sword.

"That protective Divine Ability again?!" Murong Jie's expression darkened.

"No... That's a defensive Magic Treasure!" the Black-Robed Protector exclaimed instinctively.

Although they were both Magic Treasures, their rarity was entirely different.

Directly offensive ones like the red lotus sword and the dark gold Flying Swords were relatively common, while defensive Magic Treasures were much rarer.

As for Magic Treasures or Spirit Treasures with special powers, like the immortal binding rope, they were extremely rare, valued many times higher than Magic Treasures of the same rank.

Although they couldn't discern the quality of Ye Fan's Magic Treasure, the fact that it could force back the dark gold Flying Sword meant it certainly wasn't below Medium Grade.

"This kid has quite a few good things. Let's see how long you can last," Murong Jie cursed inwardly, once again manipulating the three dark gold Flying Swords to attack.

But the next second, Ye Fan's aura instantly vanished. The dark gold Flying Swords suddenly lost their lock-on, stopping in mid-air as if they had malfunctioned.

"What the hell? What happened?"

Murong Jie could clearly see Ye Fan not far away, but his Divine Sense could not capture him at all. This bizarre feeling gave Murong Jie a scalp-tingling sensation.

Ye Fan had comprehended a new application of the Heaven Concealing Art while at the Heavenly Demon Palace. Cultivators relying on Divine Sense to control Flying Swords for attacks felt much like using an auto-aim hack in a shooting game.

But the Heaven Concealing Art could perfectly conceal his aura, causing the Divine Sense hack to lose its lock-on effect.

Even if one could still observe the target with their eyes, they wouldn't be able to adapt in a short time, causing both destructive power and accuracy to drop significantly.

In the brief moment Murong Jie was distracted, Ye Fan's figure was already before him.

He simultaneously manipulated the red lotus sword to attack while casting the Eight Desolations Six Harmonies Fist. Under this pincer attack, Murong Jie was somewhat flustered.

Ye Fan gave Murong Jie no chance to adapt. The continuous barrage of attacks was like a storm, leaving Murong Jie with only the ability to parry and no chance to counterattack.

If it weren't for the established Realm of a Core Formation Realm Cultivator, he would have already been beaten into a pulp by Ye Fan.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone present. They didn't know what had happened; they only saw Ye Fan actually beating Murong Jie, which was utterly inconceivable.

Although Ye Fan's attacks forced Murong Jie into disarray, he was worthy of being a Core Formation Realm Cultivator and quickly calmed down.

Murong Jie defended against Ye Fan's attacks while re-manipulating the dark gold Flying Swords to strike.

Although the speed and power were much lower than when they had 'auto-aim,' it was still not something a Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator could withstand.

But Ye Fan completely disregarded the attacks of the dark gold Flying Swords, pushing the Eight Desolations Six Harmonies Fist to its extreme, seemingly intending to trade life for life.

"Brat, don't think you're the only one with a protective Magic Treasure."

Murong Jie wore a look of contempt, but the next second, his smile froze completely.

The eight streams of inner strength merged and erupted inside Murong Jie. The terrifying destructive power of forty-eight times made his face change drastically, and his proud Low Grade protective Magic Treasure exploded with a bang.

Murong Jie's body lost control like a kite with a broken string, and the three dark gold Flying Swords shot toward Ye Fan's back almost simultaneously.

He had no way to evade and simultaneously activated the golden armor immortal robe and the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art. Although he managed to forcefully withstand this wave of violent attacks, the surging Qi and blood inside made Ye Fan's expression grim, and he almost couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.

Looking again, Murong Jie had managed to stabilize his figure in mid-air. His face was also extremely pale, with blood even seeping from the corner of his mouth. He looked severely injured.

"He's not dead yet? His life is truly hard," Ye Fan cursed inwardly. If he hadn't had a low-grade magic treasure protecting him, Murong Jie, even if still alive, wouldn't be able to stand right now.

Murong Jie never imagined being forced into such a state by Ye Fan. He felt an unprecedented humiliation, and his killing intent toward Ye Fan soared to its limit.

"Brat, you forced my hand! I will make sure you die a terrible death!"

In his rage, Murong Jie took out his trump card: a Talisman emitting a powerful oppressive aura.

"Is that... a Five Thunders Talisman?!" Su Ningxue's expression tightened.