The wooden soldiers were also a part of the Forest Wand, so the moment one kicked him, a cryptic message appeared in his mind.
"Spiritual Unsealing – Using Bronze as a Mirror – Perfect duplication of target's clothes, hair, accessories, makeup, physique, voice, Spiritual Artifact."
"Selection —— Spiritual Artifact"
"Target Spiritual Artifact: Forest Wand"
"Introduction: As the king of this game, the Life Star God always watches over you"
"Spiritual Unsealing – Summoning Soldiers: Turn wood into soldiers (able to transform one wooden soldier every three months), combat capabilities of wooden soldiers comparable to a First Rank Body Master, with a chance to produce a wooden general with basic intelligence."
A C-level Spiritual Artifact only had one skill, unlike those of alpha level that contained three skills within a single Spiritual Unsealing, not to mention the Second Stage Spiritual Unsealing.
Duplication was merely a minor ability of an alpha-level Spiritual Artifact.
Ten wooden soldiers disappeared from where they stood and instantaneously appeared in the eight directions around Xia Feng in the air, their faces expressionless, about to punch in unison, but their movements suddenly froze, and like a computer crashing, they fell from the sky.
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The anticipated scenario did not unfold, and the tense expressions of the audience turned into astonishment and confusion, "Wha... What's going on."
"Look what Xia Feng has in his hands..." someone slowly opened their mouth wide, incredulously.
"... It seems to be the Forest Wand?"
"I suggest you remove the 'seems'."
"This is outrageous! What in the world is going on! Does he actually have a Spiritual Artifact?"
"Fake... Must be fake, right? Is this kid really going to turn the tables?" The brother who had earlier declared he would eat feces for free was suddenly feeling anxious.
"And what the heck is this exact duplicate of the Spiritual Artifact?"
So this is the ability of your Spiritual Artifact? Mushroom's eyes widened with excitement, her clenched fists hidden beneath her sleeves, the previously sinking worry dissipated, as she saw a glimmer of hope for a turnaround.
At this moment, the judge's chamber was also in turmoil, and the head referee urgently asked through the walkie-talkie: "Control room! What's happening?"
Someone replied solemnly through the walkie-talkie: "To the head referee, there is no Evil God energy reaction on site, no anomalies with the competitors.... but there is a faint Spiritual Energy reaction."
"Spiritual Energy... reaction?" Everyone was astoundingly surprised.
"Is this... Xia Feng's power of the Spiritual Artifact?" Chen Hangdao subconsciously stepped closer to the window, his keen eyes fixed on the black-haired student in the middle of the arena, his tone suddenly filled with disbelief, "So it turns out... There actually exists such a Spiritual Artifact ability in the world."
Freya, too, was staring dumbfounded at the arena with her luscious lips parted, but after hearing Chen Hangdao's praise, she snapped back to reality.
She glanced at Chen Hangdao with a hint of interest and felt an uneasy premonition.
The entire venue was a cacophony of curses and exclamations.
Seated on the high platform, Mu Qingtong maintained a gentle smile on her lips from beginning to end, her beautiful eyes calm. However, she now subconsciously narrowed her golden eyes, her gaze sharpening as she intently watched the battlefield.
"So, this is your power of Spiritual Energy, interesting~" She curled her lips into a satisfied smile. Indeed, this opponent always managed to surprise her with the unexpected.
She was becoming more and more interested in this junior.
The battlefield situation was now somewhat static, Xia Feng had landed, and although the wooden soldiers surrounded him, they were stuck in place, not moving. The red glint in the shape of eyes on the female wooden general dissolved and reformed endlessly in a loop.
Even further away, Yan Xujia was completely stunned, taking a long while to come back to his senses, because he clearly sensed that his connection with the wooden soldiers had... broken?!
He looked at the Forest Wand in his hands, then raised his head to stare fixedly at the one in Xia Feng's hands, his expression cloudy and uncertain. Today truly felt haunted.
"Xia Feng! What exactly have you done to my Spiritual Artifact?!" he angrily exclaimed.
Xia Feng was amusingly fidgeting with the wand in his hands, which felt no different from ordinary wood, except for the emerald in the core of the wand which emitted a scorching light, warm to the touch, and quite pleasant.
Through the wand, he could vaguely sense his connection to the ten wooden soldiers around him. It seemed that he could control them with just a thought.
However, simultaneously controlling ten was very strenuous; five was already his limit.
As he was contemplating this, the connection to the other five suddenly broke. He looked up to see the five wooden soldiers and the female general had retreated to Yan Xujia's side, surrounding him protectively.
Yan Xujia, after his initial panic and shock, quickly regained his composure and clarified the current situation.
"It's not an illusion, yet the effect is exactly the same as mine, so it's actually duplication..." He flickered his gaze at Xia Feng's wand. He had only read about such Spiritual Artifacts in bizarre and fanciful novels, which often had many side effects and limitations, and wondered how Xia Feng's was.
Thinking this, Yan Xujia glanced at the female wooden general, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Right, this fool is not familiar with the Forest Wand like I am. He can't compete with me for Selena's control. This is the flaw of his Spiritual Artifact. A fake is a fake; it can never beat the real thing!"
With a myriad of thoughts, Yan Xujia smirked and raised his head, "Xia Feng, is this the reason for your confidence in challenging me?"
He had to admit, Xia did surprise him significantly, repeatedly disrupting his attack strategy, but that didn't matter.
As long as this shitty duplication ability was not perfect and had flaws, Xia Feng would still have no chance of defeating him.
"Selena, go, end this farce." He raised his wand.
The female wooden general's linear eyes lit up again, and with a nod, she responded in a low voice, "Yes, master!"
The match clock chimed for the fifth time, indicating there were two minutes left.
By this point, everyone had no time left to care who would lose in a few seconds, but were all tensely watching the sky, wondering what the outcome of the match would be — would it be Yan Xujia's victory, a draw, or... Xia Feng's win?