pappabearbooks Chapter 243 - 200 Purple Mist Divine Skill, Sharp Ears and Clear Eyes!
Chapter 243 - 200 Purple Mist Divine Skill, Sharp Ears and Clear Eyes!
Chapter 243: Chapter 200 Purple Mist Divine Skill, Sharp Ears and Clear Eyes![Task Four: Inspiration+1]
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"We were just discussing the move ’Soul Chasing Skill,’ and it wasn’t finished!"
Feng Ru almost scratched her ears and cheeks, as Yan Chuan was explaining and pointing out the critical parts of the ’Twelve Hand Rotten Silk Swordsmanship.’ She had been watching, listening, and learning attentively, and then—
The fog rolled in!
The lights went out!
Feng Ru instantly lost visibility, and Yan Chuan’s ’teaching’ was forcibly interrupted.
Feng Ru was utterly furious!
However, at that moment, she heard a voice seemingly at her ear, "I conjured the fog; Yan Chuan can’t see and his hearing is affected. Focus on feeling my guidance through the fog’s flow to locate Yan Chuan quickly and attack! Don’t delay any longer!"
It’s you!
Thick-browed, bold-eyed Wang Zhengyi!
Feng Ru didn’t know what to say, but indeed, the ’Jian Province Competition’ was more important. The deed was done, and winning this round was the priority.
At once.
Following his words, she held her breath, focused, and followed the fog’s flow for guidance, closing in on Yan Chuan.
Not just Feng Ru.
Zhong Le, Teng Siqian, and Gong Yu all moved according to what they heard.
They had also felt the pressure brought by Yan Chuan and were aware that they would likely lose this match, not expecting a twist at this stage, Wang Zhengyi having such a treasure on hand.
Once the dense fog arose.
Yan Chuan was blinded.
But they still had Wang Zhengyi ’opening the back door’ for them.
To gang up on Yan Chuan at this time, can Yan Chuan still overbear?
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"Fog?"
Yan Chuan found himself enveloped in heavy fog, unable to see even his own hand. Surrounded, he felt besieged from all sides, a sign of great danger!
Moreover!
It’s not just fog! Within the fog, there were light and shadow flickers, manifesting mountains, buildings, bustling scenes. These were mirages and illusions, images filling his vision, disrupting his hearing. In the confusion, in his ears, Yan Chuan seemed to hear the chirping of birds and beasts in the mountains and rivers, the music and dance in pavilions and palaces, and the noise of bustling markets in streets and alleys.
Visual interference with auditory senses!
Thus affecting the whole, making it hard to discern reality from illusion.
Yan Chuan, amid the thick fog, found himself sometimes atop a mountain, sometimes in the depths of a vast sea. There were fierce winds at times, massive waves at others. False or real were indistinguishable.
Amid the sound of wind, rain, reading, and market cries, with the clamor of sounds, a strong gust approached, sword Qi bearing down.
Feng Ru and others finally attacked!
Clang, clang, clang!
Yan Chuan, with a sword in hand, guarded all around, deflecting all offensive strikes. At the same time, he activated the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill,’ instantly covering his face with purple Qi, making his senses doubly keen, hearing and eyesight reaching far.
With this activation, his mind was clear.
"There!"
Yan Chuan, in clarity, launched four rapid thrusts, resembling a flood dragon navigating the great river, or a swallow darting through the pine forest—
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