Tianyu City, Tianyu Arena.
The arena was huge, but it was already dilapidated. Even the blue bricks were cracked, and even the barrier couldn't be opened.
This arena had been abandoned for countless years and was almost no longer used, but today, to show it was in accordance with Tianyu City's 'rules,' it had to be opened.
Looking at the dilapidated arena, people doubted whether it could withstand the strength of two men. If the arena shattered halfway through the fight, that would be awkward.
Around the dilapidated arena, it was already packed with people. Tianyu City was small to begin with, and except for the guards, almost everyone had come to watch the battle.
On the arena, Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back. Opposite him, Liao Yong was already holding his long sword, his aura continuously gathering. The power belonging to a Heavenly Saint was slowly being released.
It must be said, Liao Yong's aura was extremely powerful and solid. When the phenomenon behind him was stretched open, a howling wind swept across the arena, and a fierce killing intent shot straight at Long Chen.
At that moment, many people were worried for Long Chen. Liao Yong was notorious for his ruthlessness in Tianyu City, and it seemed he wouldn't hold back.
"Show your weapon!" Liao Yong summoned the Destiny Roulette, and the powerful aura locked onto Long Chen. He pointed his longsword at Long Chen and shouted coldly.
"Forget it. With your strength, you have no right to die under my weapon." Long Chen said.
"Die!"
Long Chen's words instantly enraged Liao Yong. With a furious shout, he stepped forward, his longsword stabbing straight at Long Chen's heart like a bolt of lightning.
"Whoosh!"
Seeing Liao Yong's sword thrust toward him, Long Chen neither dodged nor dodged. As Long Chen was about to be pierced through the heart, countless people cried out in shock. Some female disciples even covered their eyes, not daring to look any further.
"Buzz!"
Liao Yong thrust his sword down, and to his shock, the sword missed—Long Chen in front of him suddenly vanished.
At that moment, the powerful spectators cried out in surprise. They realized that what Liao Yong had struck was nothing but a lingering shadow left by Long Chen. Long Chen then appeared behind Liao Yong with a strange turn.
Long Chen remained calm and unhurried, slowly lifting one foot and kicking Liao Yong in the butt.
Liao Yong was still searching for Long Chen, but a tremendous force struck, sending Long Chen flying with a single kick.
"Boom boom boom... Liao
Yong rolled far across the ground, leaving several large craters on the arena from his crash, rolling all the way to the edge of the ring, nearly flying off the ground.
The experts present all looked shocked. Long Chen's movement technique was too strange. At this moment, Long Chen still stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed, expressionless as he stared at Liao Yong in the distance.
Liao Yong was unharmed, but this kick was a huge humiliation for him. At that moment, his blood surged, and he roared fiercely at Long Chen.
"Huff, huff, huff,"
Liao Yong's figure shifted, switching to several movement techniques in succession. A faint afterimage was left in the void. The strong warriors present cried out in surprise—Liao Yong had pushed his movement technique to the extreme.
With a loud "pop,"
the countless illusions vanished, and Liao Yong, charging forward, was sent flying by Long Chen's slap.
"Boom boom boom... Liao
Yong rolled repeatedly, crashing into the ring, and finally landed precisely at the edge.
To everyone's shock, Liao Yongfei's landing spots were exactly the same as the first time, even the final landing posture was almost identical.
However, when Liao Yong got up from the ground, a deep handprint appeared on his face, with palm prints clearly visible.
"Thud!"
Liao Yong got up from the ground, but the world spun as if he saw a sky full of stars, only to fall back to the ground.
Liao Yong roared angrily, struggled to stand, but fell again. After four consecutive falls, he barely managed to get up, gritting his teeth and raising his sword high, aiming straight ahead.
Someone exclaimed, "Fools, look at who we are!" Upon
hearing this, Liao Yong quickly sheathed his sword. His blurred vision gradually cleared, and only then did he notice that he was standing at the edge of the arena, his sword aimed at the audience below.
Everyone present looked at him with shock and amusement. At that moment, Liao Yong's face burned with pain; he wished he could crawl into a hole in the ground.
When he turned around and saw Long Chen standing in the middle of the arena, expressionless as he looked at him, at that moment, he was almost going mad.
"If you've got guts, fight me head-on!" Liao Yong roared angrily.
Long Chen looked at Liao Yong, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Am I just going head-to-head with you?" I fought your butt with my feet, my hands with my hands, and your face, and the result was obvious—you were no match for me at all. "
It's just a shady trick. Do you dare to take my sword head-on?" Liao Yong shouted angrily.
Long Chen laughed, "You're no match for me in terms of footwork. Now you want to compete with me in brute strength?" Long
Chen could tell that the cultivators of Tianyu City, having long been at odds with the Stone Spirit Clan and the Golden Lion Clan, had their fighting styles targeted at them.
Although they fought against monsters for years, they were also large and powerful, but lacked agility.
As a result, the strong fighters of Tianyu City rely on force to overcome force and fight violence with violence, placing less emphasis on technique.
After two attacks, Long Chen saw Liao Yong's fatal weakness. Liao Yong was quite strong, and Long Chen knew that if this continued, he would surely lose, so he deliberately used a provocation tactic.
"Just tell me, do you dare?" Liao Yong said through gritted teeth.
"Come on, I will make your dreams come true with my own hands." Long Chen shrugged and said.
"Buzz!"
Hearing Long Chen say this, Liao Yong's whole body glowed. His long sword pointed to the sky, endless runes swirling on the sword as he frantically gathered his power.
The endless ripples between heaven and earth were absorbed by the sword, and the sword in his hand trembled continuously, the pressure rapidly rising.
Clearly, this was an extremely powerful spell. Perhaps because Long Chen agreed to take the blow head-on, Liao Yong seized the opportunity and unleashed his strongest move.
The extremely long opening move and lengthy charging process prove that although this move is powerful, it's not very practical in real combat, because the enemy doesn't give you time to charge up and can be easily interrupted.
But Liao Yong first used words to dismiss Long Chen, then started charging up frantically. It must be said, Liao Yong did have some little schemes.
Watching Liao Yong frantically charge up while Long Chen remained calm and unruffled, Li Yunhua couldn't help but shout loudly from the audience:
"Long Chen, enter combat mode quickly and interrupt his charge. Otherwise, if you let him continue, he'll unleash more than ten times the lethal power."
"Ten times?" Long Chen was slightly surprised. Yes, he canTenfold increased destructive power—this kind of technique is indeed quite rare.
"Too late, die!"
Liao Yong sneered, flicked his sword, and man and sword became one. With one strike, he sliced through the sky, slashing fiercely at Long Chen.
"Sss!"
The longsword tore through the void, emitting a piercing sonic boom. The pressure of this sword made even dual-vein Human Emperors unconsciously change color. The power of this strike was so intense that they all faced a deadly threat.
"Crack!"
The long sword tore through the air, its momentum unmatched. As it reached Long Chen, a giant hand covered in stars grabbed the sword. At that moment, the sound of tearing through the air abruptly stopped.
"What?"
The powerful figures present were instantly petrified.