"Start!"
Another loud signal rang out. Kiri, brandishing his long sword, charged straight at Zhan Ye Hong as if he were a crazed bull. Zhan Ye Hong felt the sharp and icy coldness of the steel sword in his hand. He already knew that no matter what, he must find a way to hold on; otherwise, he would surely die at the hands of this guy on the other side.
"Stop!"
The sound of weapons colliding echoed again. Zhan Ye Hong saw the right moment and sidestepped just in time as Kiri attacked. He blocked Kiri's counterattack with the blade. The purple electric light flowed back and forth between the two steel swords, causing Zhan Ye Hong to shudder all over.
One touch and it was over. Zhan Ye Hong took advantage of Kiri's weakened momentum to quickly pull away. His hand gripping the sword felt a bit numb. He stared at the enemy direction with caution.
"Damn it, it's lightning-type elemental magic..." Zhan Ye Hong, looking at the still twirling purple glow on his body at the age of twelve, couldn't help biting his tongue. He tried to stimulate himself to become more alert. Lightning-type elemental magic was not particularly common throughout the continent, but it was renowned and almost on par with the reputation of Zhan Ye Hong's original sacred elemental magic.
This special type of magic would trigger the positive and negative electrons in the surrounding air, instantly generating high-voltage electricity to strike the enemy at the moment of combat. It was almost impossible for those using weapons to defend against it. Now that both sides had switched to steel swords, it was as if it provided the best conductor for Kiri to exert his strength.
"Can be dodged quickly enough." Kiri grinned cruelly and turned around. He created several sparks in the palm of his hand and, compared to his composure and obedience in Horlauz's presence, his arrogance was completely different! "Hehehe, kid, come again!" With those words, Kiri suddenly sent out a burst of elemental magic dust swirling in the air, and he charged towards Zhan Ye Hong again.
In terms of the duel between swordsmen, using elemental magic to boost one's own speed was not uncommon, but usually both sides would do so at the moment of combat. The sudden acceleration would definitely be a fatal blow to an enemy who was not prepared. But now, Kiri suddenly activated elemental magic at such a great distance, clearly showing contempt for Zhan Ye Hong.
Zhan Ye Hong gritted his teeth but could do nothing. For him, who couldn't even trigger a bit of elemental magic, this contempt seemed just right. Zhan Ye Hong held the long sword and quickly retreated backward. Just as Kiri was about to strike, he suddenly crouched down and rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of Kiri's sword with a clumsy but safe evasion.
After dodging, he ran off at full speed again, once again pulling away a large distance from Kiri.
A cool breeze swept past, and Zhan Ye Hong felt a chill running down his back. Cold sweat had once again soaked his tattered clothes.
"Humph!" Kiri slowly turned around, twisted his neck, and sneered, "You're running quite fast, aren't you?"
Zhan Ye Hong panted softly, trying to make his breathing as smooth as possible. At the same time, his mind was frantically thinking of a countermeasure. Fleeing constantly was not a good idea. There would definitely be a moment when he would lose and be hit. But for him now, what else could he do?
Kiri suddenly smiled, "Since you run fast, then I'll follow you. Let's see how fast you can get past my sword!" With those words, Kiri sent out a series of elemental magic light waves, and he flew towards Zhan Ye Hong rapidly. But this time, it was completely different from the previous situation. When Kiri attacked, he suddenly stopped at the very moment of touching Zhan Ye Hong! Then, he tightly clung to Zhan Ye Hong, repeatedly slashing with his long sword!
"Clang clang clang clang!" A series of clashing sounds of weapons reverberated like a burst of thunder, creating a deafening din. The purple aura seemed like a cluster of flying flowers blooming in the air, constantly unfolding a brief moment of beauty amidst the two gleaming long swords. The combat was intense, with Kri's long sword slashing frantically almost non-stop, while Zhan Ye Hong was forced to start blocking one move at a time.
However, anyone with discerning eyes could see that the so-called intensity was merely one-sided abuse. Every time Zhan Ye Hong's body involuntarily trembled violently due to the clash of weapons, it was the result of the lightning attribute ki running rampant within him. But each attack was not so fatal; the ki in one sword stroke was just the right dosage to cause Zhan Ye Hong unbearable pain but not enough to lose his fighting ability and consciousness. Just right!
"Damn it! What kind of torture is he planning to inflict on me?" Zhan Ye Hong gradually felt his eyes start to feel dizzy, and his steps began to become unstable. Several times, due to the violent shaking of his hand, the steel sword almost slipped out and flew off.
"Rolts, is there any need to continue this fight?" Bal looked at the almost mocking duel in the arena, already annoyed, and shouted at Rolts beside him. Rolts simply waved his hand calmly, then took a cup of wine from the servant beside him and took a sip, saying, "Of course, Mr. Balts doesn't think this fight is exciting and intense? Haha, of course, for a person of status like Mr. Balts, a duel between a first-class swordsman might be a little boring, but why not consider it a game? Hahaha."
Bal heard this and clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his forehead almost beating constantly. But he couldn't lose his temper in this situation. Looking at the indifferent gladiators on the stage and the soldiers watching from the sidelines, Bal silently muttered in his heart, "Rolts, one day I will make you pay for your arrogance today..."
"Bang!"
With Kri's almost all-out strike sweeping across, Zhan Ye Hong's body was almost pushed three or four steps away on the sandy ground, and then gradually stopped.
His chest heaved, and the heavy breathing made his throat tighten. Zhan Ye Hong's face became slightly distorted due to pain, and large beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks, making the sandy ground wet.
Kri shook the long sword in his hand and then made two electrified clicking sounds with his fingers, smiling at Zhan Ye Hong, "I heard that you were once a noble? Hahaha, compared to you, I'm more like a bug in a dung heap."
Zhan Ye Hong stared fixedly at Kri's eyes. Although his hands were numb due to the pain, he still tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to defend against Kri's sudden attack. Although Kri didn't need to do this at all now.
Kri smiled, then glanced at Roalts who was drinking wine on the balcony a little further away. He snorted and said, "Master? Noble? How dare you defecate and urinate on my neck!" He changed his expression and chuckled to Zhan Ye Hong, "Unfortunately, that old guy's order was for me to kill you. Otherwise, I really wanted to chop off your hands and feet first, and then try your tender skin to see what the difference is between the noble's back and our bunch of vermin!"
Suddenly, Zhan Ye Hong felt that force again, that force generated by extreme anger. The thick wave began to radiate from the wound on his abdomen and quickly spread throughout every part of his body. Muscles, tissues, and cells began to slowly expand as they absorbed this force. The desire to destroy everything suddenly became extremely intense at that moment.
Zhan Ye Hong's eyes gradually began to be covered by a layer of red mist, and at the tip of his fingers, a silver-white aura suddenly emerged...
"Silver-white?" Balu at the balcony suddenly also froze. He had always disliked Roalts' arrogant manner, so he had been focusing his gaze on Zhan Ye Hong. It wasn't that he cared much, but he wanted to see how long this guy would be teased before he died and his face was disgraced. He didn't pay much attention to Zhan Ye Hong because he didn't have the strength.
However, precisely because of this attention, he was the first to feel the changes inside and outside Zhan Ye Hong's body. At first glance, the changes seemed very slight and couldn't be noticed without careful observation. But the rise in that momentum was extremely significant. The defeated Zhan Ye Hong almost stood up straight in an instant.
"Crack!" With a snap, Zhan Ye Hong tore off the already torn and tattered clothes on his body, revealing his muscular upper body. Under the bronze-colored skin, the firm muscles were slowly growing and accumulating power. However, Kri and the others who were full of pride didn't notice this at all. Roalts was still drinking wine, and the people below the tea competition were just pointing at Kri, seemingly commenting on his combat ability. Except for Balu, no one else noticed the impending dangerous situation!
"Perhaps..." Balu suddenly jumped with a start and his gaze suddenly became fiery.
Kri finally shook his neck and then suddenly laughed, "Alright, I've talked to you for too long. It's time to send you to your death! Go to hell and try to become a noble!"
"Haha!" The aura beneath Kri's feet exploded loudly, and then he rushed towards the motionless Zhan Ye Hong like a gust of wind. In his opinion, Zhan Ye Hong's behavior meant he had given up resistance. Driven by the pride that clouded his eyes, he didn't notice the increasingly red glow in Zhan Ye Hong's eyes and the silver-white aura slowly forming at his fingertips.
Kri raised his long sword high and then suddenly jumped into the air in front of Zhan Ye Hong, and the sharp blade slashed at Zhan Ye Hong's head in mid-air!
"Stop! Stop! Hurry and stop him!" Suddenly, Balu at the balcony shouted loudly into the arena. His tone and demeanor were completely different from his usual formal and dignified manner. It was more like a butcher arguing with a. Even Roalts, who was nearby, looked in disbelief.
And just at that moment, Kri slowly stopped his actions, silently stepped back a few steps to distance himself from Zhan Ye Hong, and stood with his hands at his sides in the direction of Balu. And the eyes of Zhan Ye Hong gradually regained their clarity at this moment. However, the silver-white aura in his fingertips showed no sign of subsiding. Still held in his palm, it waited quietly.