366: Chapter 366 Illusion

Jian Yuan's strike missed, and he immediately changed his stance.

The sword light swerved in the air, slashing at Ai Wei from the side.

Ai Wei sidestepped again, dodging it with ease.

Jian Yuan changed his stance again.

The sword light descended from above with the force of ten thousand jun.

Ai Wei leaped backward, dodging it nimbly.

Jian Yuan attacked continuously, his sword light surging like a torrential flood, covering the sky and earth.

Every strike carried the full power of his Sword Origin Body; every strike was enough to slay an ordinary Martial Artist at the Sixth Order Completion Realm.

Yet, Ai Wei hadn't even activated her World Projection.

She relied solely on her Movement Technique to easily evade all his attacks.

Her movements were light and graceful, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Dodging left, flashing right, leaping forward, retreating backward.

Her tail swayed gently, and her cat ears twitched slightly.

Jian Yuan's attacks couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

On the Tianlang Empire's spectator stand, the cheers grew louder.

"Do you see that! This is the gap!"

"She hasn't even opened her World Projection! Ai Wei is toying with him!"

"A Lingyuan Empire Genius? Is that all?"

"One-versus-ten! One-versus-ten!"

On the Lingyuan Empire's spectator stand, there was only silence.

Some covered their faces, some lowered their heads, and others clenched their fists.

But there was nothing they could do.

They could only watch as Jian Yuan was toyed with.

...

Jian Yuan gritted his teeth and channeled the Origin of his Sword Origin Body.

The sky-filling sword light swept across in all directions, illuminating the entire illusionary sky with silver radiance.

Yet no matter how violent his offensive was, he could not touch even a shred of Ai Wei's clothing.

Instead, during his futile charges, he was struck by the sporadic attacks Ai Wei casually unleashed.

Tiny wounds appeared on his body, and his energy was being consumed rapidly.

After playing around for a while, Ai Wei lost interest, unwilling to waste any more time.

Boom...

The World Projection belonging to a Seventh Order powerhouse descended with a boom, and scorching heat waves swept across the entire illusionary arena.

Jian Yuan's figure suddenly stalled. At this life-or-death moment, he gritted his teeth and poured all his Origin into his strongest killing move: "Heaven Sword, Activate!"

His body shook violently, and the sword light surged.

Silver-white light exploded from him, turning into a pillar of swords that pierced the heavens and shook the earth.

The sword pillar shot straight into the sky, tearing through the dark red firmament.

Then, the sword pillar condensed into a giant sword, slashing toward Ai Wei with world-destroying might.

This strike tore through Ai Wei's flame World Projection.

The tip of the sword pierced toward Ai Wei's chest.

A flash of surprise crossed Ai Wei's eyes.

This strike had indeed exceeded her expectations.

But she did not panic.

The light from the short blade in her hand flared, and she met the sword light head-on.

Boom!!!

The heaven-shaking strike was easily caught by her head-on.

Ai Wei looked at Jian Yuan; despite her internal surprise, her words were merciless.

"A bit interesting. But that is all."

Jian Yuan ignored the verbal provocation.

He focused entirely on launching attacks with all his might.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his sword again.

But this time, his movements were much slower.

His sword light was also much dimmer.

Yet the offensive remained fierce.

However, the chasm between the Sixth Order and the Seventh Order was difficult to bridge. His offensive grew increasingly weak, and his aura continued to fade.

If not for Ai Wei deliberately holding back and slowing down the tempo of the attack, Jian Yuan's Divine Thought projection would have already dissipated in defeat.

Estimating that the time was about right.

A hint of playfulness flashed in Ai Wei's eyes, and she held back no longer.

Then, her Divine Thought moved.

Illusion technique attack.

An invisible force surged from her, rushing toward Jian Yuan like a tide.

Jian Yuan's spirit sank abruptly.

Countless illusions appeared before his eyes.

The scenery of his hometown, the faces of his loved ones, memories of his childhood.

Those scenes were warm and beautiful.

But he knew they were fake.

He struggled desperately, attempting to break free from the control of the illusion technique.

But the illusion technique was omnipresent, seeping into his Sea of Consciousness like water.

His Divine Thought was fighting, struggling, resisting.

But his Soul strength was far inferior to Ai Wei's.

A few breaths later, his gaze became unfocused.

His body froze.

His consciousness was controlled.

The arm holding the sword slowly dropped, unable to launch any more attacks.

Ai Wei looked at his state and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, she spoke, her voice carrying a smile.

"Is the Genius the Lingyuan Empire is so proud of only capable of this much?"

This sentence spread throughout the entire arena.

On the Tianlang Empire's spectator stand, cheers erupted to the skies.

"Controlled! Directly controlled!"

"The first time in ten thousand years! Directly controlling the opponent's Genius!"

"Ai Wei is invincible! Tianlang is invincible!"

On the Lingyuan Empire's spectator stand, everyone was crestfallen.

They looked at Jian Yuan's controlled state within the illusion, their hearts turning cold.

Even Jian Yuan had lost.

And lost so thoroughly.

Without even the strength to fight back.

Then what about the others?

Who would stop Ai Wei?

No one.

...

King Xuanyin watched this scene, her brows relaxing, filled with satisfaction.

Wei Wei was truly worthy of being her Disciple.

She had even learned illusion technique attacks so well.

Although it was only at the Minor Achievement Realm, among her peers, it was already top-tier.

Directly controlling Jian Yuan—this result was even better than she had expected.

King Feiyun watched the scene in the illusion, her brows slightly furrowed.

"I didn't expect Ai Wei to have Cultivated her illusion secret technique to such a level."

King Blood Axe nodded, his expression grave.

"She has learned all of King Xuanyin's trump card charm-illusion ultimate techniques. Although it is currently only at the Minor Achievement level, the lethality is still not to be underestimated."

A flash of lingering fear crossed Ziyi's eyes.

"It's fortunate that we adjusted the Participation order temporarily. If we had let Lin Yun go first just now, caught off guard, he might have really fallen to this illusion technique."

Illusion technique attacks are Divine Thought secret techniques.

People whose Soul and Divine Thought are not strong are very easily trapped in illusions, controlled, or even enslaved.

Fortunately, this was only a Friendship Tournament.

Otherwise, Jian Yuan would have truly become a Soul slave.

Ziyi watched Jian Yuan in the illusion, a layer of worry rising between her brows.

"Can Lin Yun resist it?"

King Feiyun consoled her:

"Just now, when King Xuanyin released the Xuanyin Charm Body to sweep the entire venue, he was the first to wake up. His Soul strength is evident. He should be fine."

King Blood Axe sighed repeatedly, his tone full of amazement:

"This kid, young as he is, has high cultivation and strong Comprehension Ability; even his Soul is more powerful than the Seventh Order Ai Wei's. I don't know how he Cultivated it."

The three of them exchanged words, genuinely marveling at how impressive Lin Yun was.

At the same time, they were even more looking forward to his turn to enter.

...

On the spectator stand.

The three, Fei Xue and the others, watched the scene in the illusion with worry on their faces.

Jian Yuan had lost.

Lost so thoroughly.

Then what about Lin Yun?

Although he has a Space Domain, he is ultimately only at the Sixth Order.

Facing the Seventh Order Ai Wei, can he win?

The three of them were filled with unease.

Su Yingxue noticed their expressions, leaned over, and whispered a sentence.

"My husband is terrifyingly strong; it's not like you haven't seen it."

She spoke with great confidence, especially in the second half of the sentence.

Her tone was ambiguous and gentle, hiding memories of various scenes watched from the adjacent room in the past.

The faces of the three turned red instantly.

Ruozao lowered her head in shyness and whispered: "Yingxue~ don't talk nonsense."