Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 335 Illusion
"Master Supervisor."

A graceful figure in white descended from the sky and landed beside Lin Ming, standing out among the group of men in black.

The visitor was Fu Zhouwen.

Wei Miao glanced at him, nodded, and didn't say anything.

In fact, this was the first time the two had met. They had only heard about each other before and were complete strangers.

As for Lu Ci, his former junior sister, she had the help of the secret arts to cover up her past. Unless Fu Zhouwen really wanted to investigate, he probably wouldn't know.

The imperial court usually has no direct conflict with the Cloud Peak Sword Sect, so Fu Zhou came here to help.

By the time they reached the seventh level, everyone had become incredibly shrewd.

Most of the seven clans with names and surnames in Darong are gathered here.

The two sides are hostile and are exchanging pieces.

In the current situation, the imperial court has the upper hand, as it is able to free up Lin Ming, a key figure in the Seven Sects' protection.

This was largely thanks to the righteous heroes of the martial arts world who came to our aid; they were never ambiguous about matters of principle.

Fu Zhouwen estimated that he had been observing from the shadows for a long time, and only decided to show himself and take on the protective role when the mysterious person appeared.

Now that she had no more worries, Wei Miao bent down slightly, her boots stomping on the ground, and she burst out in an instant. The terrifying explosive force caused the ground to dent into a spiderweb-like pattern of circular pits.

At her level, her physical abilities are extraordinary; it's common for her to smash a wall with a single punch.

The battle erupted instantly, and Xie Zhaohui and Ji Ming began to fight.

Night Slash easily pierced the mysterious man's body, but no blood seeped from the wound; instead, it shattered like porcelain.

"Click——"

His body shattered into powder, which scattered outwards and reshaped into three identical figures around Wei Miao.

The three figures had the same aura, so much so that even the Ghost Eye couldn't tell them apart.

"Unheard-of methods, from the newly promoted Seven Sects?"

Wei Miao originally hoped to identify people by their moves, but none of the people in the information she had could be matched.

Among the top-tier martial artists she knew, there were no similar methods.

They were positioned in a triangle, their blue eyes sparkling like the most dazzling stars.

The invisible spiritual fluctuations intertwined, surging like a vortex, instantly engulfing Wei Miao, who was at the center of the formation.

“The Seven Sects are proficient in illusions…” Fu Zhouwen, who was watching the battle from the side, frowned slightly. He was confident that he could break through the illusion with his sword heart. This was a quality given to him by the divine statue. But he didn’t know if the supervisor had any means to deal with it.

If all else fails, he will have to flee with Lin Ming.

He would not easily intervene in the battle, lest someone take advantage of the situation.

To be honest, he somewhat hoped that the two of them would die together.

Wei Miao opened her eyes and closed them, and the scene before her eyes changed.

The ground was like a mirror, reflecting her figure and emitting a faint white light, while above the mirror was boundless darkness.

Judging from the reflection, she still looks like Pei Wenwei at this moment.

She knew perfectly well that this was an illusionary space. Although she had sensed the other party's mental power earlier, she was not good at that direction and could not defend against it.

Generally speaking, the illusions generated by magic are based on the manipulator's perception, but occasionally they will be based on the subject's perception, which is the most difficult to deal with because what one sees is what one believes.

Suddenly, her reflection in the mirror smiled slightly at her, took a few light steps, turned around, and stood abruptly face to face with her.

"I am you, and you are me." The reflection smiled eerily. "I am the you that is suppressed in your subconscious, the collection of all your desires buried deep in your heart."

Wei Miao felt that "his" lines sounded somewhat familiar. The reflection continued to speak to itself: "If I kill you, I can take your place. That's my understanding."

After hearing the rest of "his" words, Wei Miao found it amusing: "If you really are me, then..."

"Then, you are me, and I am you. We were originally one, so how can there be a replacement?" The reflection said, smiling as it shattered into millions of arcs of light, tearing apart the entire illusory world.

Clearly, this reflection was formed by her perception, and she was willing to shatter herself in order to free Wei Miao.

In reality, Wei Miao suddenly became clear-headed, and the double pupils of her cross-shaped eyes provided her with a broad perspective.

At the speed of thought, from the moment she fell into the illusion to the moment she emerged from it, it was only a fleeting instant.

Even with the Mystic launching a seamless attack, he still couldn't achieve immediate success.

Wei Miao held the Night Cutter in reverse, the tip of the blade plunging into the ground.

The power of eternal night erupted, and three jet-black blades, each as tall as a person, shot out vertically, accurately meeting the golden-black flying palm formed by mental energy in mid-air, leaving three straight and deep cut marks on the ground.

The sharp and exceptional blade light shattered the opponent's moves, its momentum undiminished.

However, it was still the three phantoms that were severed once again.

The scattered dust and sand gathered together, and the mysterious man stood unharmed before her.

"Amazing self-awareness."

He sighed, noting that the person before him had almost no flaws in his mind; the subconscious mind he had drawn out with his spirit did not try to possess him, but instead took the initiative to help.

Although they are only seven sects, their attainments in willpower and cognition far surpass those of others.

Before she finished speaking, Wei Miao had already stepped forward and slashed.

The mysterious figure's upper body was covered by a layer of golden-black phantom, in the style of heavy steel armor, and even his fingers had black gauntlets.

The intricately patterned mask shimmered with a deep blue light, contrasting sharply with the ferocious beast head on the shoulder, while the scarf and cloak flowed gracefully.

He held a two-handed sword in both hands, which was very solid compared to his armor.

Ji Ming, who was standing to the side, used his four arms to parry Xie Zhaohui's knife. He caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and was somewhat surprised.

Because it is very similar to his supernatural power, he can turn mental energy into reality and form it into a weapon.

The mysterious man turned his sword to meet Wei Miao.

Swords clashed, each clanging loudly.

Wei Miao exerted force with both arms, pressing one hand on the back of the blade to stabilize her lower body and resist the immense force transmitted from the blade, creating a stalemate.

"Do the newly promoted Seven Sects really have this kind of power?"

She charged forward and unleashed this strike, while the mysterious man stood still to receive it.

The soles of her boots cracked the ground. Wei Miao, ignoring her surprise, unleashed her power like a fully drawn bow, knocking his sword away.

The two men each took a step back, so that they were no more than three steps apart.

The mysterious man glanced at the sword. The blade, forged from golden-black mental energy, was stained with a black power with strong corrosive properties. If it weren't for the continuous replenishment of mental energy, the sword would have already developed a chip, and it even slowed down his replenishment of mental energy.

It's much more troublesome than the opponent's knife skills.

"Want to compete with me in swordsmanship?" Wei Miao narrowed her eyes, the cross-shaped double pupils on her forehead flashing with a captivating blood-red light.

Based on the information presented, his ability should be centered on "illusion and reality." The fact that he destroyed the inn with a spell-like attack earlier suggests that he was a spellcaster.

But now he's clad in armor, wielding a sword, engaging in close combat with astonishing strength. The phantom armor may have enhanced some of his attributes.

It's hard not to see it as a confident provocation.

In the blink of an eye, the two stepped forward and began fighting again.