C345 The Sword Came Out!(2)

Soon, the looks of disappointment on everyone's faces froze, and many exaggeratedly widened their eyes and opened their mouths in shock. A pale blue, icy aura emanated from the blade of the No Life Sword, and around this sharp, cold energy, ice crystals began to form out of thin air.

Ice Crystal Fire Body!

Woo Zhengyang wasn't just any Fire Body; he possessed the rare and opposing Ice Crystal Fire Body! If a Fire Body is a one-in-a-million innate spirit, then an Ice Crystal Fire Body is even rarer among those. This dual nature of opposing elements is extremely difficult to master—one could either be a failure or a genius. Clearly, Woo Zhengyang had mastered it. This also showed that his training wasn't just about physical conditioning; it was a dual cultivation of body and spirit.

The combination of the Ice Crystal Fire Body and dual cultivation is something rarely seen even in a century, and now it was happening in one person. This was even more astonishing than Moh Lunhui's cultivation of martial will.

What shocked everyone the most was how deeply Woo Zhengyang had hidden his abilities. Despite being mocked and doubted by many, he could have easily dispelled those rumors and suspicions by revealing just a fraction of his power. Yet, he chose not to, facing everything with calm composure. Such a mindset is incredibly powerful.

No one doubted that if Woo Zhengyang hadn't encountered someone as formidable as Moh Lunhui, he would have continued to conceal his true strength. A true maverick isn't defined by words or actions but by an untamed, proud heart.

"Someone who hides their true self, yet has such incredible luck—what a pity!" Moh Lunhui had been envious when he first saw Woo Zhengyang's Fire Body, and now, discovering it was the Ice Crystal Fire Body, his envy only deepened.

"Who you are, I don't know. I am Woo Zhengyang, and today, I'm the one who's going to take you down!" Woo Zhengyang couldn't fathom why this guy kept insisting he was hiding something. Did he think Woo was also some reincarnated emperor like himself?

"Hmph! Let's see if you've got what it takes!" Moh Lunhui retorted, quickening the pace of his sword. Woo Zhengyang's unusual abilities were putting him under considerable pressure.

The Body Protecting Astral Qi, infused with the power of the Profound Heaven Fire, was incredibly strong. Even the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, ignited by Moh Lunhui's sword force, was kept at bay by the Profound Heaven Fire.

But Woo Zhengyang wasn't satisfied with just defense. The moment he drew the No Life Sword, he resolved not to sit idly by.

Taking a few steps forward, Woo Zhengyang closed in on Moh Lunhui again, bringing down the No Life Sword with a powerful strike.

"Ink Night Sword Washing Arts," First Move: Conceal the Sword in the Night!

With this strike, Woo Zhengyang unleashed every technique at his disposal. The sharpness of sword-shaped genuine qi, the chilling force of the Nine Nether Ice, and the newly grasped Martial Dao Concept all coalesced into his sword force.

Though Woo Zhengyang's sword force lacked depth and didn't possess Moh Lunhui's unique methods to seamlessly blend sword skills and sword force, it was still formidable. The "Ink Night Sword Washing Arts" combined multiple techniques, making it challenging for ordinary people to match, and the sword force was merely the icing on the cake.

To onlookers, Woo Zhengyang's sword strike seemed unremarkable. However, in Moh Lunhui's eyes, the world dimmed, and snow and wind surged like a tide. Frost formed into sword shapes, dancing in the air, finally transforming into icy sword qi that closed in on him, unavoidable.

"A sword skill with soul attacks! Impressive, but for me, soul attacks are usually... what's happening?"

Moh Lunhui, initially calm and confident, suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He realized he was trapped in an illusion, and the more he understood this, the more terrifying it became.

Though he had pursued the path of the emotionless sword, Moh Lunhui had previously relied heavily on soul attacks. Typically, such attacks had little effect on him. Yet, Woo Zhengyang's strike ensnared him in an illusion, and despite his efforts, he couldn't break free using his soul energy.

In less than a heartbeat, Moh Lunhui found himself engulfed in frost, the biting cold seeping into his body, even threatening to freeze his genuine qi. Though this was an illusion, it was no less dangerous. Moh knew that the power of this icy illusion was more formidable than his own soul attacks.

If he couldn't break free quickly, his soul would be trapped, slowly encased in ice, leading to his demise. Even if his soul survived the illusion, Woo Zhengyang could easily pierce him with a sword from the outside.

Moh closed his eyes, ignoring the cold and the peril he was in. He focused all his soul energy to resist, swinging his sword with all his might. In a fleeting moment, he struck eighteen times, finally dispelling the force of Woo Zhengyang's attack. Without its power source, the illusion dissipated.

As the illusion faded, Moh kept his eyes shut. Without hesitation, he retreated to the edge of the golden platform. Fortunately, the platform's shield had restored itself. Otherwise, he might have been the first to break through the shield and then fall off the platform as a result!