Fang Han relied on his vigorous magic power to permeate the brilliance of the Treasure Artifact and forcefully snatch the Eight Desolations Divine Sword!
With a single thought, the magical treasure would change owners!
At this critical juncture, Ye Nantian also manifested his strength as the third on the Mountain and River Ranking by fiercely biting his tongue, using the stinging pain to clear his mind. Subsequently, he opened his mouth and chanted a series of syllables; it was exactly the Noble Aura Long Song of the Yuhua Sect. The strong sound wave oscillation shook the magic power slightly, and then the Rashomon towering on the arena sensed the sound waves and abruptly transformed. A massive vortex subsequently appeared within the gate.
Rashomon Vortex!
As soon as the vortex appeared, Fang Han felt his magic power rushing towards that Rashomon like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea. This gate could actually absorb magic power!
Instantly, the magic power slipped out of control, rushing down thousands of miles.
"Hahahaha!" Ye Nantian suddenly felt the pressure greatly decrease, knowing that the Rashomon was taking effect. Without further hesitation, the Eight Desolations Battle Armor on his body erupted with sword light again, twisting and killing towards Fang Han. He wanted to take this opportunity to instantly slice Fang Han into fragments!
"Not good!"
"Not good!" The elders in the spectator stands were all greatly alarmed. They naturally saw that Fang Han was extremely in danger right now. If he was killed, the sect losing a disciple of the Mystic Realm of Divine Power would be a immense loss.
However, at this very moment, a cold smile appeared on Fang Han's face. He suddenly flipped, grabbing outwards with both hands and shrinking inwards. His body spun like a top. The magic power that was just about to be sucked into the Rashomon was driven by his will and abruptly slowed down. It then highly condensed, unexpectedly forming an invisible drill bit, rumbling as it spun. The airstream was violent, hurricanes flying wildly. It shook twice, forcefully halting its momentum, acting like a twanging rubber band or a spirit snake snapping its head back. It actually retracted, heavily crashing into Ye Nantian's body from behind.
Rumble!
Caught completely off guard by this crash, Ye Nantian lost balance all over his body, and the brilliance of the Eight Desolations Battle Armor instantly weakened. Those exploding and spitting sword lights were deeply entangled by the magic power and frozen in the air again.
Then Fang Han's body moved, flying freely through the air like a divine dragon. Streams of magic power underwent a further transformation; instead of spreading out, they acted like a spider spinning silk to weave a web, once again ensrearing Ye Nantian.
This series of magic power manipulations, highly condensed, was absolutely not the work of someone who had just entered the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, but a veteran at manipulating magic power! If it were an ordinary person who had just stepped into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, they would not be able to operate it so exquisitely. In a single face-to-face encounter, the Rashomon would have sucked away all their magic power, leaving their spirit exhausted.
Those elders who had just been shocked were astonished again, this time at Fang Han's subtle control over magic power. It truly was operating magic power to the point of superb mastery.
In reality, ever since Fang Han cultivated into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power underground three months ago, he had been constantly tempering his magic power. His exquisite control had already reached the pinnacle of perfection. Freely condensing, transforming shapes, borrowing strength to strike back, breaking down and reassembling, refining energy into silk, casting nets to catch, condensing giant palms, grappling and twisting back… he had drilled all of these to absolute proficiency.
His efforts over these three months had not been in vain.
Moreover, having Yan as an excellent teacher, there was a lot of experience regarding the exquisite points of using magic power that he could directly draw upon.
"Fang Han, you and I cannot live under the same sky! Hundred Swords Kill Together!"
Being ensnared once again, Ye Nantian issued a venomous curse, fiercely driving the Eight Desolations Battle Armor to strike again. Fully over a hundred sword lights exploded from that battle armor, stabbing fiercely outward. Meanwhile, the suction force of the vortex in the Rashomon increased once more.
Fang Han paid no heed to his cursing, his body swaying even faster in the air so that no one could lock onto his specific location. Amidst his high-speed swaying, the five fingers of his left hand flourished. A surge of magic power twisted, spun, and wove into a wind whip like a spirit snake, fiercely lashing onto Ye Nantian's battle armor, directly whipping away those sword lights. Ye Nantian's body was also whipped into spinning round and round.
Meanwhile, his right hand squeezed inward into a fist, and then released toward the entrance of the Rashomon.
Rumble, rumble!
Clusters of airstreams were highly condensed and abruptly shot out. Upon reaching the front of the Rashomon and encountering the suction force, they immediately exploded; it was airstream blasting. The massive air waves offset much of the power of the Rashomon Vortex.
"Wonderful! Operating magic power to instantly stir the airstream, gathering it into a cluster, condensing it into an air mine, and exploding upon meeting the vortex to offset the suction of the Rashomon Vortex. This display of skill, although wasting a little bit of magic power, wins time. It seems he stepped into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power a long time ago and has been enduring in silence, only revealing his brilliance today. What a character."
Seeing this scene, Jialan bore a look of joy on her face. Seeing that she was about to win the bet with Lingxiao, how could she not beam with happiness? The magical treasure was secondary; mainly, she had won a fight for pride.
While she was speaking, Fang Han made a move again. His magic power divided out into multiple wind whips that constantly lashed out, beating Ye Nantian into a dizzy spell again, making him rush about like a fleeing wolf or a wild boar, yet forever unable to break free from Fang Han's control. Several attempts to use the Rashomon were all countered by Fang Han using ingenious methods, consuming very little magic power to offset them.
"Rashomon Great Magic, Sword Sweeping the Eight Desolations!"
Seeing that he was about to fall into a dangerous situation, Ye Nantian roared wildly once more. That Eight Desolations Battle Armor shattered layer by layer, its brilliance retracting, and actually reverted back into a small sword. At the same time, within that Rashomon, the vortex stopped, projecting an airstream that bolstered the small sword. This exquisite Eight Desolations Divine Sword immediately seemed to have consumed a potent tonic medicine; it shook with a thousand sword techniques, its power surging abruptly, heavily breaking through the magic power entanglement and coming to slaughter Fang Han!
Like a hot knife through butter!
The magic power collapsed layer by layer.
And having lost the protection of the flying sword, Ye Nantian's entire body fell downwards. However, just as he was falling, a talisman on his body began to burn, turning into an airstream that slowed his descent, letting him land steadily on the arena.
"So that Rashomon can also bolster a flying sword with magic power!" Seeing that the Eight Desolations Divine Sword's power suddenly surged, breaking through his magic power to kill his physical body, Fang Han was startled, knowing it was the power bolstered by the Rashomon.
He was very clear in his heart about the power of the Eight Desolations Divine Sword, but the power of the Rashomon was profound and unfathomable, not knowing what secretive methods it concealed.
Facing the flying sword's breakthrough slaughter, he raised his palm, and the magic power instantly operated reaching his hands. In continuous succession, like crashing waves beating against the shore, he struck out eight eights, sixty-four palms into empty air.
With every palm struck out, magic power was highly condensed, turning into qi palm handprints that crashed onto the Eight Desolations Sword, slowing down the prestige of the Eight Desolations Sword.
When the Eight Desolations Sword reached in front of him, he roared out a series of musical notes abruptly!
"Wu! Gu! Ba! Ma! Hong! Ya! Dou! Po!"
Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds!
This time, the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds that Fang Han roared out were no longer sound waves, but twisted airstream talisman records. These talisman records entangled together, like eight formless qi dragons, wrapping around and twisting toward the Eight Desolations Divine Sword. When in the Physical Realm, the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds were sound wave oscillations with not much power, but once reaching the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, with the coordination of magic power, it truly manifested its might.
The moment the Eight Desolations Divine Sword encountered the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds, it instantly emitted a buzz buzz buzz sound, vibrating at a high speed like bee wings, seemingly about to disintegrate. It trembled for the span of three blinks, and then suddenly all power vanished. It dropped stiffly onto the arena, emitting a crisp sound.
"Ugh!"
Ye Nantian's whole body felt as if it had been given a strike with a stick, because he vaguely felt that when Fang Han roared out the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds, his own blood spirit imprint inside was vibrated into dispersion.
"Swish!"
He gave a wild roar, his body sweeping forward in flight, grabbing in one motion for the Eight Desolations Divine Sword that fell to the ground. As long as he grabbed it and let this sword stain with his fresh blood again, he could use it anew.
However, Fang Han was faster than him. He landed on the ground at once, stood before him, and stepped heavily onto the Eight Desolations Sword with one foot, causing his snatch to grab empty air.
"Not good!" Seeing the situation was unfavorable, Ye Nantian's body retreated explosively! His eyes were full of venomous resentment, and the Rashomon behind him began to vibrate again. But Fang Han wouldn't give him the time to drive the Rashomon. He took a step forward, his body's clothes bulging and swelling. His entire person's magic power jetted out, pushing his body, shrinking the ground into inches, and hit Ye Nantian's body with a single palm.
"Pfft!"
Ye Nantian's body was heavily knocked fully five or six people's heights into the air, wildly spraying fresh blood high up like a bloody rain fountain. Subsequently, he fell stiffly straight down off the arena; every bone in his body was shattered, his meridians broken inch by inch, and his martial arts had already been abolished.