"Look, they are coming."

As Mo Ying spoke, his gaze reached into the distance. There, figures moved gracefully side by side, their elegance likening them to a vision of dreamlike beauty. She appeared to be around twenty years old, her presence ethereal and misty among the group, her grace dignified and pure, prompting onlookers to continually cast glances her way...

Feng Yi's eyes narrowed slightly; atop the platform, the sound of swords clanged incessantly, forceful and resonant. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sheathed his sword, focusing his mind, gathering thoughts and senses, entering a state where everything felt like a blank paper—reborn twice, no one could disturb his consciousness.

"Your thoughts are in turmoil; this is the first time I've sensed such a peculiar emotion from you since your rebirth."

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely." Mo Ying affirmed, "Even facing Kexiao, facing Sky Shadow, facing the bizarre, it wouldn't cause you to be like this."

"Very well. If we encounter them, let's fight."

"Fight?"

Feng Yi nodded with a smile. In a flash, he sealed an awareness surpassing consciousness, putting it into slumber, awakening his essential physical state, becoming more tangible, yet shedding a bit of celestial aura.

Despite being in a higher realm, unable to sense this surpassing consciousness, Mo Ying could deduce a hint from Feng Yi's change in demeanor and gasped, "You sealed that awareness?"

"Yes."

"It seems you want to engage in an all-out clash. If that's the case, I don't mind letting it happen. Mm, let's see this woman's peculiarities."

With a snap of Mo Ying's fingers, he silently opened the thread of future laws. Moments later, the lady's battle lined up precisely at the first slot as expected.

However, Feng Yi did not intervene. First, he severed that surpassing consciousness and didn't notice Mo Ying had quietly altered the predetermined future result.

Second, even if he realized it, he likely wouldn't stop it, because he too wanted to witness this woman's extraordinary nature.

It's not an exaggeration to say, even amongst the human faction, only a scant few could match a pinnacle Legendary Realm like his in a head-on clash. While they do exist, they are rare and mostly known of; even if unknown, one could sense their aura.

Once at Feng Yi's level, even across great distances, he could faintly sense another's fluctuations, akin to how Sky Shadow could sense the bizarre, and the bizarre from a distant star region could sense him in kind.

But, the lady was different, her aura was so concealed, like a spotless, clear lake, or the tranquil breeze leaving no ripple in its wake.

In the initial encounter, though she didn't use much power, one could faintly detect unmatched latent potential hidden.

It was as if he could sense that she knew him, and perhaps bore some special emotions towards him, but what sort of emotion...

To say it's admiration, it wasn't.

To say it's awe, it didn't seem so.

To say it's just a passerby, it's too ambiguous.

To say it's favor, merely a tiny bit.

Precisely because of this, Feng Yi was more eager to pierce the mysterious veil and uncover the enigmatic presence behind it.

Outside the massive arena, the crowd roared in waves, professional commentators broadcasting the arena's events by schedule.

The pinnacle battle was split into thirty-two super arenas and two hundred fifty-six intermediate ones. In essence, arena personnel matched by system ranks conducted up to two hundred fifty-six elimination battles simultaneously, followed by group battles, rule-free skirmishes, revival battles, and the pinnacle battles.

Typically, average-weight combat rarely drew pedestrian interest, yet this arena was an exception. The lady's extraordinary appearance was captured by someone and rapidly spread across the federal arenas, drawing floods of people over time, to the extent that her rising fame began overshadowing some well-known figures.

Mingfei and the four others hesitated slightly.

"Sister, you're in the first slot?"

"It seems a master nudged the scales, wanting me to fight here." The lady commented gracefully, casting an unintended or intentional glance at Mo Ying, her ethereal eyes briefly crossing Feng Yi's, lingering momentarily, "Sisters, I'll return shortly."

The Blade Warrior said politely, "Be careful, lady."

"It does not matter."

With a gentle smile that was both captivating and sincere, this shallow smile made the Blade Warrior feel her own politeness seemed feigned compared to the sister's unreserved maturity and wisdom. Despite living for centuries, the Blade Warrior felt like she knew little of the world.

Mhm, next time, she ought to reflect, treat others more sincerely.

Meanwhile, the lady had already stepped into the central arena, her simple robe akin to white snow against pine trees, her elegant figure and flowing hair dancing freely with the wind, swaying the crowd's hearts...

Her voice too was melodious and powerful, blending girlish grace and agility with fresh divine charm, clear and sharp. The mere vibration of her call made the man stand dumbfounded, and he spoke aloud, "Please, you make the first move."

This heavenly melody was like a sharp needle, piercing through his spirit, awakening him as if from a dream.

At this juncture, the man was startled awake, realizing he had been utterly captivated by her ethereal presence. The lady simply stood still, her skirt naturally swinging, her hair lifted, giving an impression of an otherworldly grace, almost making him reluctant to attack.

"Miss, you... you're very beautiful."

"You're too kind, sir, shall we begin?"

"Let's start now, be careful."

"Please."

With one hand behind her, the lady made inviting gestures repeatedly. Though her movements were subtle, they exuded elegance and politeness.

The man shook his head vigorously, deciding to dismiss any reluctance due to her beauty. Despite her heavenly appearance, despite his burgeoning fondness, this was a battlefield; he came here to test himself, and he couldn't afford to be swayed by personal emotions.

With this in mind, the man lowered his stance, advancing steadily, seeking an opportunity to strike. As he closed to within ten meters of the lady, he briefly gathered strength, then suddenly burst forward like a thunderbolt.

The crowd on the outskirts gasped...

This was entirely unexpected; the man's rapid movements suggested at least a Rank 2 warrior, solid and rare, unlike his seemingly fragile composure.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter...

As he closed to within fifty centimeters, Ai Jiudie quietly circulated her energy, from the Dantian to her plain palms. As she struck, she pivoted gracefully, her movements light and swift as lightning, her hand followed upon the man's chest, and with a twist of two fingers...

At that moment, the man stood motionless, as if frozen by an acupoint technique in a martial arts novel...

Initially, the audience thought they were seeing things; three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds... Over time, they finally realized.

"I've sealed your Yin Gate; this battle ends here, agreed?"

"I have lost..."

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