"Die!"
Ma Xiaotao let out a sharp cry as the eighth-rank spirit tool in her hand—the golden crystal sword—erupted with dazzling golden-red light.
This time, she didn't coat the blade with even a trace of Phoenix Evil Fire. Instead, she purely activated the Tear and Shock Core Formations engraved within the spirit tool.
Buzz—!
The sword cleaved through the air, releasing a low, teeth-gritting hum.
That sound wasn't fire burning—it was the sonic boom of high-frequency vibrations slicing through space.
Dozens of tangible sword qi streaks howled outward, engulfing Liu Yuan like a violent storm.
"Hmph. You've learned to be smarter."
Liu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly as his figure flickered through the gaps between the sword qi.
Although he now possessed the Huge Power Ability, which doubled his physical attack strength, that didn't mean he could casually ignore the sharpness of an eighth-rank spirit tool.
More importantly, Ma Xiaotao was a peak attack-type Spirit Saint.
Meeting her head-on?
That would be reckless.
The real solution… is stacking Dragon Dance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The arena's granite floor shattered like tofu under the slashing sword qi. Rubble flew, dust billowed, and cracks spider-webbed outward.
Liu Yuan's figure flickered within the smoke and debris. Though it looked like he was constantly on the brink of death, every fatal strike missed him by a hair.
"Is dodging all you can do? Coward!"
Unable to land a hit, Ma Xiaotao grew increasingly irritable. Her sword momentum surged nonstop, attacks chaining together without giving Liu Yuan a single opening.
She knew exactly how terrifying Dragon Dance was.
If Liu Yuan succeeded in stacking it…
The consequences would be unbearable.
Suppress him. Don't let him breathe. Don't give him even a second!
Yet just as Ma Xiaotao's momentum dipped for an instant—old strength spent, new strength not yet formed—
Liu Yuan's gaze sharpened.
"Found it."
His footwork shifted abruptly. The once-illusory figure instantly became solid as a sharp, peak-level aura burst forth from his body.
"Extreme Speed!"
Whoosh—!
In the blink of an eye, Liu Yuan vanished.
His speed tore a long white airwave through the atmosphere.
"Here it comes!"
Ma Xiaotao's pupils shrank violently. Alarm bells screamed in her mind.
She knew this move too well.
"Trying to sneak attack me? Dream on!"
Boom!
Phoenix Evil Fire erupted outward from her body, flooding the surrounding dozens of meters into a blazing inferno.
Though the flames couldn't harm Liu Yuan, any disturbance in the fire's flow would instantly expose his position.
At the same time, Ma Xiaotao raised the golden crystal sword before her chest, muscles coiled tight, assuming a perfect defensive stance.
She was ready.
One second passed.
Two seconds.
The attack… never came.
Instead, that sharp aura was… pulling away?
"What?!"
Ma Xiaotao snapped her head up.
At the far edge of the arena, Liu Yuan hovered calmly in mid-air.
He hadn't attacked at all.
That terrifying burst of Extreme Speed had been nothing more than a feint—used to create distance!
At the sight of Ma Xiaotao's stunned expression, a sly smile crept onto Liu Yuan's face.
He spread his arms.
Purple-black dragon-shaped currents surged out, spiraling around him in an ancient, mysterious rhythm. Power flooded his muscles, while his speed skyrocketed.
Dragon Dance!
Attack increased by one stage.
Speed increased by one stage.
"Damn it—I've been played!"
Ma Xiaotao felt blood rush to her head.
She'd guarded every angle, anticipated every assault, even prepared to tank a blow—
And this bastard had run off to dance?!
"Liu Yuan! You bastard—stop right there!"
With a furious roar, Ma Xiaotao's flame wings flared. She transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, charging straight at him.
She could not let him stack further.
The memory of their last battle was burned into her mind—once Liu Yuan finished stacking Dragon Dance, even she struggled to withstand that overwhelming destruction.
Dozens of meters vanished in an instant.
Just as Ma Xiaotao's golden crystal sword was about to cleave down—
The dragon currents around Liu Yuan snapped back into his body.
One Dragon Dance stack—complete.
Then—
He glanced at the blade inches from his face, eyes glinting coldly.
"Extreme Speed."
Whoosh—!
This time, he was even faster.
With Dragon Dance amplifying him, Liu Yuan truly became a streak of light.
Ma Xiaotao saw only a blur. Her sure-kill sword strike sliced through empty air.
"What?!"
Before she could react, Liu Yuan had already crossed most of the arena, reappearing in the opposite corner.
Bang!
Her sword smashed into the ground, the backlash forcing her to stagger forward several steps before she stabilized herself.
She spun around sharply.
At the far end, Liu Yuan calmly opened his arms again.
Purple-black dragon currents surged forth once more.
Dragon Dance—second stage!
"You… you're shameless!"
Ma Xiaotao trembled with rage, teeth clenched so hard they creaked.
"All's fair in battle."
Liu Yuan shrugged lazily, maintaining Dragon Dance. "If you have the ability—catch me."
"Argh! You're driving me insane!"
Ma Xiaotao completely lost control.
Logic told her to slow down, to look for an opening.
But watching Liu Yuan's aura grow stronger and stronger filled her with suffocating pressure.
She raised the golden crystal sword and charged again, abandoning all restraint.
And at that very moment—
A sudden change erupted on the battlefield!
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