Walker Of The Worlds

Yang Jagak tried to comprehend why his opponent had suddenly improved but couldn't do so.

To him, it was as if Xiong An wasn't the same person at all. It was someone else.

'How is this possible… I was winning and now…' Yang Jagak felt frustrated. "THIS IS WRONG!" he suddenly shouted.

His eyes turned bloodshot as anger was birthed within his heart.

~DENG~DENG~DENG~

In the next second, Yang Jagak swung his staff eight times pushing Xiong An back.

"WHOA! How did he do that?" The people in the audience were riled.

"You! I'll end you!" Yang Jagak exploded in anger.

His staff started to overflow with energy, as immortal Qi poured into it.

"Six Fluted Staff Technique! Whistling Illusion!" Yang Jagak growled.

~PHEW~

His staff turned illusory from the speed, as a strange whistling sound rose from it. The sound could be heard by everyone and those who did so felt like their vision was turning tilted.

"Ugh!" Many weaker cultivators felt nauseous from it, but the stronger ones were able to ignore the effect.

~SHUA~

The formation protecting the ring activated too, dispelling the effects of the technique.

"Damn, it actually managed to affect us." The people in the audience were not expecting this.

"It's a passive effect of the Six Fluted Staff Technique. The barrier won't protect us from it directly and needs to dispel it instead." One of the cultivators who was also a formation master explained. "This is one of the advantages of sound based techniques."

"Can't it be stopped using an insulating formation?" Someone asked.

"Of course, it can. But then again, it'll also prevent any sound from the ring from reaching us. I don't think we want that." He replied.

"That's right. It'll get too boring." The people nodded in agreement.

~CLANG~

was brought back to

Xiong An while the saber wielding

feel like… Their styles have switched?" A person

it…

and composed one, and Xiong An was the aggressive one." The people started

are doing the opposite. How did

it doesn't

understand? Is this your first tournament?" An old man

"What?"

my

"My first!"

"Mine too!"

wonder… you all are newbies to this." The old man shook his head.

us?" The people were

and Xiong An are doing is… a

You mean they're

that be?" some

pull attention. Do you think you all would have noted them in your minds if their battle went

does make

it was pretty much a basic battle before that." The people

attention and will have a better impression. They probably decided who's going to win from the start." The

you really think

be against the modicum of the tournament?" the

is true, it is still fine. Besides, there is a chance

like we'll just have to wait and watch." The

the audience was discussing all this, they didn't know that the true culprit behind this was literally sitting in front

Sutra on the two fighters. He had observed the styles of the two and chose to use Calming Heart Sutra on Xiong An who was aggressive and Burning

controlled to some extent even like this. Though the two need to be regularly influenced by it to maintain the

sense was spread over the battlefield and was sensing every minute change that was happening. This was how he was able to determine the extent

least thirty seconds on them. Though this is also affected by their cultivation base and mentality.'

had a few seconds to reintroduce it. If he did it at the right time, the effect would continue like before,

it first fell to twenty five seconds. And whenever he

are just at the First Tribulation Stage of the Immortal realm. I wonder how much it'll affect those that

this single battle, he had managed to learn a decent amount about the two sutras. Granted, the limitations

barrier protecting them or not.

him a great advantage as he now knew how to utilize them

fact that the sutras were undetectable by the others through normal means. Even if someone saw him

be out of place for some to mutter all the time. After all, there were cultivation techniques that required one to do so. One couldn't just tell someone to stop doing

to directly bash someone's head in