Marvelous Mecha

As the woman stepped into the ring, her gaze directed over there, the crowd around quickly gathered.

There's no denying her luck is extremely poor, to be targeted by the third young lady of Alpha in combat, who is invincible to many in her grade. Even many sect leaders must show some respect, as her unparalleled Pupillary Power is not to be deceived by her beautiful exterior, which often signifies danger.

Upon hearing the chaotic dialogue below, Feng Yi just stood with arms crossed, bare-faced as ever. So another young person comes to learn... Unbeknownst to them, the dimension gap is insurmountable; there's no shortcut in the path of Body Technique. He's walked too long a road, and familiarity won't spare anyone.

"The person up there seems kind of interesting." It's Alpha's third young lady speaking, who started casually sizing up Feng Yi, thinking she might have seen him somewhere before.

"Truly formidable, but no matter how capable, he can't possibly be a match for the third young lady."

With the audience below chattering, the third young lady finally decided to engage, not out of boasting, but because she couldn't discern the man's strength. Feng Yi felt more like a breeze, his serene composure more like meditation, or perhaps an unfathomable mirror reflecting a realm she couldn't describe.

Thud...

The third young lady leaped onto the ring as light as a swallow, tossed out 64 Federal Coins, turned, and said, "Let's begin."

Feng Yi was fierce yet spoke little, "Suit yourself."

At this moment, the audience's gaze focused intently on the surroundings of the two.

"Here I come."

The third young lady's movements were electric; with those words, her lithe form immediately left an afterimage as she weaved and maneuvered, her delicate hand seemingly trying to push Feng Yi off the stage along with his steed.

However, it's too slow!

Feng Yi slightly sidestepped, appearing to evade, and midway abruptly curved, his body like a tumbler cycling back, crashing into her with a boom.

As a dual-style combatant, Feng Yi's physical resilience needs no further mention. Using less than one percent of his strength resulted in a spectacular display, astonishing the crowd, a rhythm akin to hurting the enemy 1000, self-damaging 0.0001.

Bam!

The recoil impact felt like a comet striking the sun, and the third young lady nearly coughed up old blood, retreating a fair distance, nearly flying off the ring.

"Get down, you're too weak."

Feng Yi's friendly reminder instead sparked a wave of sighs from below...

The third young lady's complexion reddened, her blood surging, but she ignored it. Her combat experience was abundant enough to realize in one strike that she was far from his match, whether in technique or strength—but!

Boom!

In the next moment, Feng Yi was sent flying...

In a mere instant, Feng Yi's body soared like a broken kite into the cloudless sky.

In reality, Feng Yi remained motionless, as the opponent's senses existed solely within a world of Illusion Technique she created—a prison from which no one could escape.

Leveraging the Flashing Golden Eye Technique, she completely controlled Feng Yi's body and mind in an instant.

The two worlds seemed a palpable mirage, as the third young lady slowly approached Feng Yi, ready to declare the battle over, reaching to unveil the mask that intrigued her. The moment her hand was about to touch Feng Yi, her world shattered entirely like the former's, her body plunging into the abyss...

Only at this moment did the third young lady awaken with a jolt, realizing everything she thought was merely her own imagined third-person perspective.

From start to finish, the opponent's body hadn't moved; she thought she sealed him, but the sealed person was herself, trapped in her self-created illusion since deploying the pupillary technique.

Bang!

In the midst of the duel, she unexpectedly collapsed without warning...

"Such a basic illusion technique, you don't even touch the surface of your sister's skills."

With a surge of power, Feng Yi's aura instantly dispersed that Spiritual Magnetic Field, and the third young lady finally steadied her dizzying body, awakening another round of sighs from below...

"Who are you?"

"No need to answer you."

"Hmph! Not happy, let's go again."

"You've already lost."

If Feng Yi hadn't unlocked the illusion for her, it would be unknown how long she could sustain it.

Faced with the issue, Lasso suddenly erupted in laughter like a tractor, advising the young ones, they can go again, but they need to pay first.

Feng Yi was embarrassed for a moment, seemingly grasping something.

The problem at hand made the third young lady hesitate; 64 Federal Coins per move, converted to cash, that's 64,000, and no one's running a mining business here. The next round would have to double, and even her months of allowance wouldn't cover it, possibly living off the land...

"Since you didn't leave the ring, let's continue."

Lasso was anxious, "Feng Yi! Foolish kid, stop wasting breath with her, fighting's better, isn't it?"

The third young lady's ears perked up, a face full of disbelief, no wonder he seemed familiar, although his aura changed, a person's temperament can't alter, "Could you be that damn brother of mine?"

"Hey, keep it down."

Feng Yi's calmness vanished, hurriedly gesturing to silence.

"Hehe, indeed..."

Nangong Ziyu seemed to understand something, wholly accepting defeat. Winning against Brother Feng would be a real encounter with a ghost.

"Alright, I lost, this lady admits defeat."

She clasped her hands behind her back, smiled broadly, and walked off the ring.