Ten wooden soldiers flashed around the battlefield like ninjas, creating chaos and kicking up gusts of sand.
In the waiting room, Panda stood by the window and sighed after closing his eyes.
"What's wrong, Fatty? Who do you think will win?" Zhao Jie asked.
Panda didn't mind the middle-aged man's nickname for him and just shook his head, "Selena is the key player. Xia Feng's last trump card has big flaws. He can't beat Yan Xujia."
"I never expected Xia Feng to still have this trick up his sleeve; it completely disrupted the plan." Panda shook his round head helplessly, "We should have taken this chance to completely cripple him, what a pity...."
"Well, at least we achieved the goal of attracting hatred—hmm?"
Panda's speech suddenly halted, his gaze refocused on the battlefield, his tone slightly off, "What is this?"
After obtaining the Forest Wand, Xia Feng realized that his lack of experience meant his control over the Spiritual Artifact was far inferior to Yan Xujia's.
Even though his five wooden soldiers were evenly matched with the opponent's, he couldn't control the remaining wooden soldier at all.
Besides slowing down the opponent's movements, there was no other way.
Xia Feng rolled to dodge a kick from Selena, enduring the sharp pain of rushing air past his ears. Using the momentum, he leapt backward again.
Selena's red light flickered as she seized the opportunity to attack.
Seeing this, Xia Feng knew that just relying on Mimicry he likely still couldn't win, since the copied Spiritual Artifact needed time to adapt to be fully effective, which was the only flaw in his Mimicry ability.
"Distracted on the battlefield? You're seeking death!" Suddenly, a man's teasing laughter emerged behind him.
Xia Feng was not surprised, and counterattacked with his sword, but Yan Xujia quickly retreated a few steps away, alarmed, positioning himself and Selena on either side of Xia Feng, trapping him in the center.
Now that both of their Spiritual Pressures were exhausted, what was left was simply a contest of Spiritual Artifacts and fighting skills.
Yan Xujia flicked a beautiful flourish with his knife, the corner of his lips playful, "Xia Feng, if this is your trump card, then it's over!"
Xia Feng blinked, smiling silently; Mimicry was not his trump card.
Before the fight, he had already used the Unsolvable Stone to temporarily enhance his Spiritual Artifact, optimizing it and removing the false to preserve the true, now activated.
However, he wasn't planning to use the remove false preserve true technique, as Mimicry and optimization were still within the acceptable range for Spirit Masters, but directly seizing the opponent's Spiritual Artifact in a public display was rather too shocking.
"Selena, his lower body is unstable, focus on the lower part." Yan Xujia squinted.
"Yes, master!" Selena nodded, leaving an afterimage as she charged straight towards Xia Feng. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel_fіre.net
Xia Feng stood calmly in place, slowly aiming the wand at the incoming Selena, softly saying, "Optimize—"
Selena's rush showed no signs of slowing down, like a ferocious beast coming downhill, with an imposing momentum... and in an instant, her wooden body suddenly disintegrated into hundreds of pieces, converging like armor assembling from all directions onto Xia Feng's body.
[Selected Spiritual Artifact: Forest Wand]
[Introduction: As the king of this game, the Life Star God is always watching you]
[Optimization successful—]
[Spiritual Unsealing·Point Soldier→Evil King Point Soldier: 1. Merging with a wooden soldier after a single point turns it into a general, making the wooden soldier your armor, directly withstanding at least two direct attacks from C-level Spiritual Clothes. 2. Easily manipulate wooden soldiers. 3. Fighting qualities (including but not limited to smell, hearing, sight, neurological reaction, combat premonition...) doubled. 4. Base intelligence of the wooden soldier increased, displaying Mimicry emotions.]
"This... is quite interesting~" Xia Feng squeezed his now wooden-covered giant fist with some delight.
The covering of the Wooden Armor wasn't as uncomfortable as imagined, but rather, it had a soft and warm wrapping sensation. He liked this optimized ability and felt his body brimming with power.
The sudden change not only stunned the nearly ten thousand spectators, but Yan Xujia was rooted to the spot, his jaws opening and closing as if words were choked in his throat.
"You— you—" his deep voice suddenly rose with anger, "Xia Feng! What the hell did you do!!"
Yan Xujia could clearly perceive the connection with Selena was not severed, but he just couldn't control it anymore.
"Master~ Master! Save me~~" Selena's voice no longer sounded strained and rigid, it became lively and emotional, trembling like that of a mature woman.
Yan Xujia's breathing hitched, his pupils slowly dilating.
Xia Feng frowned, looking down at his palm, clearly feeling that after Selena developed mimic emotions, she would start to actively resist.
In her thoughts, she could now discern who the real master was, and who was the evil usurper.
"Behave!" Xia Feng clenched his fist, commanding in a cold voice.
But clearly, Selena would not converse with any creature other than her true master, her voice trembling low before she began to frantically thrash her body.
However, her wooden body had already deconstructed and reassembled on Xia Feng, forming a brown-green armor, akin to Ironman without a helmet. No matter how much she struggled, it was all in vain.
"You— you bastard! You bastard!!" Yan Xujia finally recovered from his shock, a rush of inexplicable humiliation flooding him. It was just a Spiritual Artifact creature, but why did it feel so strange? Gritting his teeth, he spat, "Scum! Release Selena now!"
Xia Feng raised his head, gently clenched his fist, and gave a villainous smile:
"Watch carefully, this is how she is supposed to be used!"
In the blink of an eye, Xia Feng had vanished from his spot and rapidly appeared behind Yan Xujia.
"So fast!" Yan Xujia turned in horror, trying to block, but was still a moment too late—thump! A punch landed in his abdomen, his eyes bulging as he doubled over and spat blood.
"Master!!" Selena cried out.
However, Xia Feng directly lifted his knee, and crack—Yan Xujia's cheekbone made a crisp sound. The intense pain twisted his face spasmodically, his saliva flowing. Before he could recover, a side kick carrying the whistling afterimage from Xia Feng bewildered his mind.
He spun through the air, his brain spinning like paste, sizzle—crashing to the ground, dragging through twenty meters of dirt before stopping, dust flying.
"Ugh—" Yan Xujia clutched at his abdomen, groaning in pain like a weakened shrimp, his dandy-like demeanor long gone. He struggled to his feet, his voice poisonously hoarse, "Scum! You scum! I'll kill you!!"
But before he could finish, ten wooden giants silently closed in, blocking the remaining daylight.
Plunged into darkness, Yan Xujia stiffly looked around, his face showing a trace of panic, "You— what are you going to do!"
The crowd parted, allowing Xia Feng to walk slowly forward. Simultaneously, the trembling low sob of Selena rose, "Master, I—I'm sorry, I really can't control myself~~"
Yan Xujia felt a sudden pain in his chest: "!!!"
If a wife is a man's real-life companion, then a Spiritual Artifact is his soul mate.
It was bad enough that Xia Feng had copied the Spiritual Artifact, but to use it even better than its original master was more painful than being killed!
His expression dark as water, his eyes filled with resentment as he stared at Xia Feng: "What the hell is this ability?!"
Xia Feng simply smiled, too lazy to answer, just waved his hand, his voice calm, "Beat him."
At the command, ten wooden soldiers surged forward.
Yan Xujia, panic flaring in his eyes, turned to look towards the judges' booth, but it was too late. His face was already covered by two wooden hands, his limbs awkwardly restrained by three wooden soldiers.
Then the remaining five wooden soldiers began a street brawl style assault, and under the control of Xia Feng's will, they accidentally kicked below the belt from time to time.
Pitiful screams echoed through the ten-thousand-person battlefield.