Then, Han Yan suddenly waved his hand.
There seemed to be a gust of wind in the air, but strangely, nothing happened.
No, it's not that nothing happened.
Amidst the curious gazes of most of the audience, Xiao Ye suddenly let out a muffled groan, his body trembling slightly as if he had suffered some kind of blow.
His face also turned pale.
"Mental power... magic!"
Shen Qian saw through the trick at a glance and was taken aback.
The technique Han Yan was using was clearly the one he had just been researching.
Most spells cast with mental energy are invisible and intangible, but they are not undetectable. As long as you attach mental energy to your eyes, you will see a different scene.
But there was a moment of confusion before sinking.
How did he do that?
He looked at Cheng Qingqing before sinking in.
Before reaching the Mountain and Sea Realm, one can cultivate spiritual power, but to cast spells using spiritual power, one must first condense a core.
Although Han Yan seems to be an anomaly who specializes in mental power during the martial arts stage, his mental strength is clearly far from sufficient to directly cast spells, based on Chen Qian's perception.
"That feather is special. It was taken from the legendary mythical beast 'Nine Phoenixes'. Using it as a medium, one's spiritual power can be multiplied."
Cheng Qingqing glanced at it and immediately pointed out the key point.
Nine Phoenixes?
I vaguely remember seeing this name in the illustrations of mythical beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
"It is clearly stipulated that super-tier psionic weapons cannot be used..."
"That's a rare treasure, not a psionic weapon."
Cheng Qingqing yawned.
Chen Qian was speechless for a moment. Could this be considered exploiting a loophole in the rules?
Meanwhile, the experts on the commentary desk had already seen through Han Yan's tactics and were all amazed.
"Many people may not understand, but in fact, Han Yan is using mental magic..."
"He is not a mountain or sea, yet he has accomplished many things that only martial artists can do!"
After the expert's explanation, the audience all understood.
"No wonder the two of them were motionless, but Xiao Ye seemed to have been injured!"
"Tsk tsk, before the Mountain and Sea Realm, most martial artists focused on physical training. This Han Yan can be considered to have taken an unconventional approach. No wonder he has the nickname 'Northwest Wind.' I thought it was a joke..."
"Haha, the wind is invisible and comes from the northwest, so it must be the 'northwest wind'!"
"It's a pity about Xiao Ye. No matter how capable he is, he failed to seize the initiative and is now completely on the defensive."
Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Han Yan, with a faint smile on his face, waved the feather in his hand once more.
Ugh!
The faint sound of wind in the sky grew louder, and Xiao Ye's body trembled again.
Han Yan gave Xiao Ye no chance to catch his breath, and waved the feather in his hand repeatedly.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
An invisible yet fierce wind ravaged Xiao Ye's spirit, and his face grew increasingly pale.
He seemed to be trapped in an invisible zone, unable to retaliate or even move an inch.
At one point, Han Yan suddenly stopped moving.
"To be honest, you lasted longer than I expected, so you're not just a pure brute."
Han Yan gave a seemingly appreciative compliment, then said casually, "My 'Nine Heavens Wind' has only one note left, but its power is equal to the sum of the previous eight notes. You can still admit defeat now."
Xiao Ye remained silent, though his expression was not pleasant, his eyes revealed a clear contempt.
"Xiao Ye, you might consider admitting defeat. You are still young. If your mental strength is severely damaged, it will be extremely troublesome when you advance to the Mountain and Sea realm in the future!"
The referee from the mountains and seas, who was not far away, also spoke up to persuade them.
Is your advancement to the Mountain and Sea realm blocked?
Many people were shocked to hear this, for for a young, unparalleled genius, this was an outcome even more unacceptable than being seriously injured on the spot.
But Xiao Ye seemed not to hear, and in the close-up on the big screen, the contempt in his eyes when he looked at Han Yan seemed to have increased even more.
"Stubborn to the end!"
Han Yan's face finally turned cold, a ruthless expression flashing across his face. He then raised his feather high and brought it down heavily.
Ugh!
The fierce wind howled again, and a faint blue streak appeared in the air, seemingly transforming into a strange monster.
It had a human face and a bird's body, with tail feathers like a peacock, but it had nine heads, each head as beautiful as a sculpted maiden. They laughed and rushed towards Xiao Ye.
In a fleeting instant, the illusory shadow of the strange beast disappeared into Xiao Ye's body.
Xiao Ye was jolted awake. For the first time, a look of pain appeared on his face, and his body finally gave way, causing him to kneel on the ground, breathing heavily.
Han Yan, whose aura had also weakened considerably, relaxed, put away the feathers, and stood still, waiting for the referee to announce the result.
However, after a dozen seconds, Han Yan still did not hear the whistle. He turned his head in confusion, only to see the referee from the Mountain and Sea region with a slightly strange expression, staring straight ahead and showing no intention of blowing the whistle.
Han Yan was taken aback at first, then realized something and abruptly turned his head.
Xiao Ye, who had just been kneeling on the ground, was slowly supporting himself up.
As he moved, the sounds from the audience gradually faded away, leaving only astonishment.
When Xiao Ye finally stood up straight, Han Yan saw a pair of bright, star-like eyes.
The paleness on Xiao Ye's face was fading, replaced by a rosy glow full of vitality.
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