“Seniors, please say no more. I am already immensely grateful that Senior Feng is willing to guide me. It’s not about bullying me,” Young Master Lei said with a chuckle, playing the peacemaker.
“Learning knows no seniority; the proficient lead. Although young, fellow Wan Lei’s understanding of formations is no less than mine. What business do you three old dogs have with me discussing formations with him?”
“Oh, who are you calling an old dog? If you have the guts, fight without formations.”
“At your age, do you have the nerve to compare yourself to him?”
“A strong person should act like one. You should have given Wan Lei three days.”
“You still dare to talk about fairness? Are you even human?”
“Hmph, idle talk is useless. Let the competition begin.”
Feng Zhenzi strode into Wan Lei’s formation, fearing that if those three old rascals spoke any longer, he wouldn’t even be considered human.
Wan Lei, with a flash of his body, entered the formation as well.
The onlookers held their breath, the competition had officially begun.
Who truly was the number one formation master in the Lei Feng Realm would be decided today.
As soon as Wan Lei entered the “Jimi… What What Formation,” killing intent immediately struck. The entire formation was engulfed in black mist.
Those outside could not see the situation within, but they could faintly sense the terrifying and肃杀 (sùshā -肅殺 -肅杀) aura of the formation.
This kind of formation, using the most yin and deathly elements of the world as its foundation, exuded dense death qi that devoured life force. Coupled with various Dao rhymes, it outlined heavenly lightning and earthly fire, employing all types of offensive techniques.
Those who entered either possessed profound knowledge of formations and could quickly break them, or had the strength to shatter any formation with sheer power. Otherwise, with enough time, no matter how many people entered, they would only meet their end.
If you were full of vitality, it contained death qi specifically designed to devour it.
If your defense was robust, it had the spectral ghost sounds that attacked the soul.
If your spiritual sense was heaven-defying, it had lightning and flames, a hail of bullets and spears, directly destroying your physical body.
Even if your attack power was immense, this formation possessed considerable defensive capabilities. It was a battle to see if it would kill you first or if you could destroy it first.
This was a grand formation that integrated all offensive means into one, created solely for killing enemies.
Feng Zhenzi was in no hurry. He sat cross-legged within the Hunyuan Wuji Formation, observing this formation with great interest while explaining his formation to those outside.
But as he listened, he felt the atmosphere around him becoming somewhat unusual. He lowered his head to see that everyone, except those from the Heavenly Formation Pavilion, was glaring at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Old scoundrel, are you trying to kill someone?!” Elder Ming Ji pointed at Feng Zhenzi and roared.
“What do you mean?”
“When two parties compete, it’s about their mastery of formations, about who comprehends it more deeply. This requires time!
They set up a non-offensive confinement formation, allowing you to break it at your leisure.
But you, you set up a killing formation. Wan Lei is inside, struggling to cope, only focused on self-preservation, leaving him no energy to calmly comprehend the formation.
You old scoundrel are truly shameless!”
Hearing himself being scolded, Feng Zhenzi became angry.
“In the way of formations, there are countless variations. Do you expect enemies on the battlefield to set up formations according to your wishes?
Furthermore, with Wan Lei’s cultivation, surviving for three days and three nights should be no problem.
Even if he cannot hold on, he can naturally call out for surrender, and the formation will disperse. It’s impossible for him to die.”
“Hmph, this is all your little scheme! You are calmly breaking the formation here, while he is struggling to survive. You had the advantage from the very beginning.
For a mere few spirit stones, you are truly shameless!”
“Bah, do you think I’m after those spirit stones? I invited him to exchange knowledge about formations. He insisted on making a bet with me; I was forced to agree. Are you blaming me?”
“Enough nonsense, this is too unfair. We’re not gambling, I mean, we’re not competing anymore. Release Wan Lei immediately.
Let me tell you, if anything happens to him, not only will the Fang family fight you, but our Heavenly Mystery Pavilion will also fight you.”
Elder Ming Ji was furious. He remembered the prophecy, Wan Lei was the savior of the future, and he couldn’t be allowed to perish like this.
“You… you don’t get to decide. What right do you have? Who are you to Wan Lei? If Wan Lei says he surrenders, I will dismantle the formation.”
“What if Wan Lei is unconscious?”
“Then… then let Fang Xiaoyu speak. They are husband and wife. If she says to stop the competition, then it stops.”
Hearing this, Elder Ming Ji and the others looked at Fang Xiaoyu.
Fang Xiaoyu pondered for a moment, then shook her head.
“I believe in him.”
“Oh, silly girl, you’ve heard that formation, haven’t you? It targets people’s weaknesses! No matter how strong their defense, it can find weaknesses to attack them…”
“Wan Lei has no weaknesses,” Fang Xiaoyu said calmly.
Yes, no weaknesses. Strong defense, strong spiritual sense, strong offense. Those deathly stillness auras were nothing before Wan Lei. Most importantly, his understanding of formations was incredibly powerful.
“Oh, silly girl, don’t be stubborn. If anything happens to Wan Lei…”
“It won’t.”
Fang Xiaoyu looked towards the dark formation on the other side and muttered softly,
“It’s been almost three minutes, why hasn’t he come out yet? Has his formation deteriorated?”
Her voice was low, but no one present was not a strong cultivator, so they all heard her clearly.
Especially Feng Zhenzi, who was almost bursting with anger.
“Hmph, three minutes?! Let alone three minutes, I’ll give him three days or three months. If he can break that formation, I’ll become his disciple on the spot…”
Before Feng Zhenzi could finish speaking, a faint “hiss” was heard from not far away.
Immediately after, everyone looked over.
Stunned.
Over there, where was the black mist enveloping the area? Where was the deathly stillness and肅杀 aura? Where was the all-encompassing indiscriminate attack? In fact, where was the formation?
At this moment, Wan Lei, who should have been “covered in blood, dying, and shouting for surrender,” was standing on the ground, completely unharmed. He was holding a bead in his hand, smiling at them.
Everyone except Fang Xiaoyu felt that what they were seeing was an illusion.
The master of the Heavenly Formation Pavilion, who had been immersed in the way of formations for over a thousand years, his sect’s highest level and most powerful formation passed down for thousands of years, had been broken by Wan Lei in just three minutes?
Was this it?
Was the competition over just like this?
It felt like expecting a vigorous and thrilling battle, only to have it end with a discharge in three seconds and then deflate?
The sense of anticlimax was too great.
“Young Master… Young Master Lei? Are you alright? Tell me quickly that what I’m seeing is real.” Sui Xiao Hang rubbed his eyes exaggeratedly, putting on a stunned expression.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled slightly and complained, “Why did it take so long? Everyone was worried about you.”