Han Li looked at the scene on the Mystic Battle Stage, a whirlwind of activity, a hint of surprise on his face.

"Heaven Locking Seal! I didn't expect it to be so much more powerful after all these years," Gu Qianxun muttered to herself, a glint in her eyes.

Feng Wuchen recovered instantly, his face sinking as 150 or so white spots of light suddenly lit up on his body, and a series of crackling sounds echoed from within.

He stomped hard on the ground, causing the entire Mystic Battle Stage to shake violently, as if about to collapse under his foot.

Taking advantage of the force of this stomp, Feng Wuchen's figure suddenly transformed into a wisp of white smoke, darting out from the encirclement of countless whip shadows, diagonally towards the sky.

At this moment, Yi Liya held the black whip in his hand, which danced up and down. He himself was completely submerged in the shadows of whips all over the sky. The black circles formed by the shadows of the whips were like eyes, following Feng Wuchen's figure like a shadow.

However, Feng Wuchen was clearly a bit faster. The black circles were about to engulf him, but he narrowly dodged them all.

Watching the elusive white figure on the field, dodging left and right among the countless black whip shadows, the surrounding people were dazzled.

"Although Yi Liya's move can make it impossible for one to avoid, once one is locked by a whip shadow, the subsequent whip shadows will be continuous, making it difficult to escape. But Feng Wuchen excels in movement, dodging the initial sharpness, and Yi Liya's momentum will probably wane," Han Li muttered to himself.

"Based on my understanding of Yi Liya, he should have a backup plan, but unfortunately, his opponent is Feng Wuchen," Gu Qianxun said noncommittally.

"Here it comes," Han Li's expression changed.

On the Mystic Battle Stage, countless star-like runes suddenly appeared on the willow-leaf sword in Feng Wuchen's hand. A circle of dazzling white light rippled out from the sword, sweeping across most of the Mystic Battle Stage in the blink of an eye.

Wherever the white light swept, streams of white starlight suddenly fell from the sky, flowing like rivers into the sea towards the willow-leaf sword, merging into it. The willow-leaf sword immediately emitted a "buzzing" sound.

With a low shout from Feng Wuchen, the willow-leaf sword flew out of his hand, transforming into an incomparably bright white blade of light, slashing at the intersection of the two approaching black whip circles.

With a "chi la" sound!

The collapsed void was instantly cut open, and Feng Wuchen's figure darted out like lightning.

Han Li looked at the willow-leaf sword flying into the sky, unable to help but be moved.

The power fluctuations emanating from the sword at this moment were extremely powerful. Even if he were to face it, it would be difficult to take it head-on. He wondered what kind of treasure it was.

But at this moment, Yi Liya's figure appeared, the shadows of his whips retracting around him.

A strange smile appeared on his lips as he suddenly struck out with his palm. With a "bang" from his sleeve, a cloud of white light burst out, revealing countless snow-white filaments.

Each of these filaments was as crystal clear as jade, emitting wisps of white light. Tiny white dots could vaguely be seen dancing near the white silk.

As the filaments intertwined in the air, they instantly transformed into a white net, covering Feng Wuchen's head. The speed was astonishing.

Feng Wuchen obviously did not expect this. His body was immediately covered by the white net.

The white net seemed to have a life of its own, automatically wrapping around him layer by layer, instantly forming a white cocoon that imprisoned Feng Wuchen inside. With a "putong" sound, he fell onto the Mystic Battle Stage.

The series of changes was rapid and sudden, causing the crowd near the Mystic Battle Stage to exclaim in surprise.

Yi Liya succeeded in one move, a look of joy on his face.

But then, the smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a layer of crimson blood. His whole body became as red as blood, and bulging blue veins appeared.

But in the next moment, the blood color on Yi Liya's body faded instantly, his face turning as pale as paper. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his steps suddenly became unsteady.

"I didn't expect Yi Liya to have cultivated the Oborozutsu technique. No wonder he was able to withstand Feng Wuchen's strike unscathed just now. But I wonder what those white filaments are, that they can imprison Feng Wuchen so quickly?" Xuan Yuanxing said to himself, his eyes flashing.

Han Li narrowed his eyes upon hearing this. He had heard of the name Oborozutsu at the Qingyang City Mystic Battle Arena. It was a secret technique that circulated the power of qi and blood within the body and distributed it within the body's profound acupoints, greatly enhancing defense in a short period of time.

This technique was powerful, and it had another advantage: the more profound acupoints that were opened, the stronger the technique became. However, cultivation required tempering each profound acupoint one by one, a process that was extremely painful and difficult.

Moreover, each time this technique was used, it consumed one-third of the user's qi and blood. A slight mishap could damage the foundation of the physical body, making it extremely risky. Therefore, very few people had mastered this technique.

"That's Heavenly Net! More than 100,000 years ago, Madam Liu Hua used the natal spider silk of a Heavenly Scale Spider Beast to refine a special weapon. Although it's not a Star Weapon, it's not far off. It was once quite famous in its day. But this treasure was later lost and ended up in Yi Liya's hands. No wonder he's so confident," Gu Qianxun said, a glint flashing in her eyes.

The others in Qingyang City cheered at the sight.

On the distant high platform, Chen Yang's face lit up with joy when he saw this scene, but the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of Qin Yuan's calm expression, as if he wasn't worried at all, and his heart sank for no reason.

On the Mystic Battle Stage, Yi Liya took a deep breath and immediately stabilized his staggering body. He glanced at the willow-leaf sword that was still flying into the sky, and his arm moved.

The black whip immediately blurred and shot out, wrapping around the white cocoon. Then, he flicked it violently, throwing it towards the bottom of the Mystic Battle Stage.

But at this moment, an unexpected change occurred!

A flash of white light appeared in the white cocoon. With a "chi la" sound, it split in half. Feng Wuchen's figure shot out from it, pouncing on Yi Liya with lightning speed.

Yi Liya's expression changed drastically. He was about to wave his black whip to defend himself.

However, his qi and blood were severely depleted at this moment, and he was seriously injured. His movements were slow, and his arm had just been raised halfway when a flash of white light struck his chest.

A series of cracking sounds came from Yi Liya's chest, which caved inward. He spat out blood and was sent flying, falling straight off the Mystic Battle Stage.

A figure appeared in mid-air like a ghost, catching Yi Liya's body and slowly landing on the ground. It was Chen Yang.

The people of Qingyang City immediately surrounded them.

Han Li also walked over, his pupils shrinking slightly as he looked at Chen Yang's figure.

Chen Yang was just on the distant high platform, but he had arrived here in an instant. He hadn't noticed any signs of it.

Although he was distracted by the sudden change on the Mystic Battle Stage, Chen Yang had managed to deceive his five senses. This person's strength was probably more than what he had shown before.

Yi Liya was gushing blood from his mouth, his face as pale as paper. He had already lost consciousness.

Chen Yang silently took out a blood-red jade bottle, pried open Yi Liya's mouth, and poured all the blood-red pills inside into his mouth.

The pills melted upon entering his mouth, and a hint of blood color appeared on Yi Liya's face, making him look better. The collapsed chest bone also slowly bulged out, returning to its original shape.

Chen Yang's expression relaxed, and he looked up at the stage, only to see that Feng Wuchen was holding another willow-leaf sword in his hand, identical to the one flying in the air.

"I see," Chen Yang said softly, and at the same time, he raised his hand and made a beckoning gesture, a suction force emanating from his palm.

The two halves of the white cocoon on the Mystic Battle Stage flew over and landed in his hand.

The two halves of the white cocoon immediately wriggled and fused together, transforming into a fist-sized white ball.

Feng Wuchen looked at Chen Yang without saying a word, and also made a beckoning gesture in the air with one hand.

The starlight on the surface of the willow-leaf sword flying towards the sky flickered, and it immediately stopped, then flew back like lightning and landed in his hand.

The two willow-leaf swords resonated with each other, emitting clear chirping sounds like birdsong.

Below the Mystic Battle Stage, Han Li looked at the two swords, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Feng Wuchen seemed to sense something and turned his gaze over.

Their eyes met, and a spark flashed in the void.

"Li Feiyu, it's your turn next. Wash your neck and wait," Feng Wuchen said with a wide grin, pointing at him with the sword in his hand.

This caused an uproar in the audience. Everyone's eyes turned to Han Li, their expressions varied.

Except for the preliminary elimination round, the match list for the next few rounds from today onwards was basically fixed. Feng Wuchen, who had defeated Yi Liya, would indeed face Han Li in the next round to determine the top eight.

Previously, everyone's attention had been focused on the current round of the Mystic Battle. Except for a few who were interested, most people hadn't thought too much about it. But now that Han Li and Feng Wuchen had both won and were locked in for the next round of the Mystic Battle, it would naturally attract a lot of attention.

Feng Wuchen, as the adopted son of Qin Yuan, the city lord of Xuanzhi City, was recognized as the number one Mystic Battler in Xuanzhi City. His reputation was well-deserved. But Han Li was an unknown figure. Most of the people present didn't even recognize him, let alone seen his performance in the previous two rounds.

Now that Feng Wuchen had publicly provoked Han Li, as the number one Mystic Battler in Xuanzhi City, he wouldn't make such a statement without reason. Could it be that Han Li also possessed the strength to rival the top Mystic Battlers of the Four Cities?

"I'll accompany you to the end!" Han Li said calmly.

Feng Wuchen's pupils constricted, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, as if he was quite dissatisfied with Han Li's lazy appearance.

"Feng Wuchen wins this match!"

As the judge on the Mystic Battle Stage announced the result, a deafening cheer rang out from the surrounding stands. Feng Wuchen finally turned his gaze away from Han Li, bowed to Qin Yuan on the central platform, and then floated down from the Mystic Battle Stage in a dashing manner under the gaze of everyone.

Chen Yang ignored the surrounding situation, stuffed the white ball into Yi Liya's arms, carried his body, and walked away, saying softly, "Li Feiyu, you come with me. The others stay here and cheer for Gu Qianxun and Xuan Yuanxing."

Han Li's expression changed. He apologized to Gu Qianxun and Xuan Yuanxing, then followed.

Gu Qianxun looked at the figures of Chen Yang and Han Li, a light flickering in her beautiful eyes, wondering what she was thinking.