Cleanhit!
Cleanhit!
Cleanhit!

Three lines representing [Excellent Attack] clearly appeared above the arena.
On the LCD screen, a prompt also appeared: [Wanli Fengdao Gains Three Points].

In Li Ang's perception, the wind in the arena was more than just wind. It contained a large amount of invisible energy, as thin as cicada wings.

These invisible wind blades revolved around the one-armed giant of the Voodoo Black Wizard Clan at high speed, gradually closing the distance.

Accompanied by whistling wind, they cut toward vital points, tearing openings in the one-armed giant's body.

"Xiaodao Ge must have used some kind of skill to make himself invisible in the wind,
or perhaps he has become elementalized, immune to physical damage while also being able to attack the enemy."

Li Ang thought silently, "However, the energy fluctuations on his opponent are not weak at all, not inferior to Xiaodao Ge.
Being stabbed so many times, his blood is flowing like it's free, and he's not affected at all.
Wait, that's..."

The one-armed giant, Ogun Mula, stood blankly in place, a pool of black and red blood accumulating at his feet, his body covered in wounds, seemingly not feeling any pain.

A cold laugh came from the Voodoo Black Wizard Clan in the corner of the hall.

Li Ang looked back and saw that the dark-skinned wizards were just watching coldly, with mocking smiles on their lips.

"What's going on! Has contestant Ogun Mula given up?"

Commentator Number One, Speedwagon, shouted incredulously, "Why is he just standing there?"

"Look at the wind!"

Commentator Number Two, Abdul, exclaimed, "The wind surrounding Ogun Mula is also actively receding.
You must know that all the actions of the contestants on the arena are observed by the system.
Since the system, as the referee, has not judged Wanli Fengdao to have left the arena,
it means that he is still on the arena, and this wind is his means of attack.
Could it be that he has noticed something unusual?"

Before he finished speaking, an anomaly occurred in the arena—

The black and red blood pool at Ogun Mula's feet was stirred up by the wind, but it did not turn into blood droplets and fly up.

Instead, it gradually solidified,

Like black and red coral, forming a substance,

Growing and extending upwards.

Ding ding ding ding ding—

The outermost crystal-like blood coral was cut off like chives by the invisible wind blades,

Carried by the wind, they rotated around the arena together, disintegrating and splitting in mid-air, turning into thousands of powders, evenly distributed in the gale.

For a time, the entire arena was covered in translucent dark red wind and sand, which was quite beautiful.

The audience seats erupted in an uproar, and the Watchers' Society's photography team under the arena was sweating profusely.

The two commentators were stunned for less than half a second, and immediately began commentating with great professionalism.

"Contestant Ogun Mula seems to have withstood the first wave of damage, using the wounds to sprinkle his own blood,
and then solidifying the blood all over the arena, using blood powder to integrate into the wind stirred up by Wanli Fengdao!"

Commentator Number One, Speedwagon, said in a deep voice, "You must know that the members of the Voodoo Black Wizard Clan are generally good at using blood-related witchcraft.
This should be his strategy."

"That's right."

Commentator Number Two, Abdul, echoed, "If you can't see or touch the opponent,
then you must first pull the opponent back to the same level as yourself."

Boom boom boom!

Loud noises came from the blood-colored sandstorm, as if heavy objects were hitting the arena floor.

Li Ang in the dragon head mask narrowed his eyes slightly. It was forbidden for outside viewers to use divine power or other methods to detect the arena.

With his eyesight, he could only vaguely see the one-armed giant charging back and forth in the arena, smashing the meteor hammer connected to his hand, crushing the brick floor.

Ding—

Finally, the spikes of the meteor hammer scraped against something in the sandstorm.

The gale in the arena suddenly weakened, and a thin figure flew out horizontally, slamming heavily on the arena floor with a bang, plowing out a long track.

"Criticalhit! Down!"

Speedwagon shouted excitedly, "Voodoo Black Wizard Clan's contestant Ogun Mula just executed a perfect attack and successfully knocked his opponent, Wanli Fengdao, to the ground!

Now the arena has clearly shown that he has scored seven points, and he only needs to score three more points to win this game."

Wanli Fengdao, who fell to the ground, looked a little embarrassed.

One lens of his sunglasses was broken, his hair was full of sand and dust, one side of his mouth was stained with blood, and even the Zhanlong longsword in his hand was trembling and wailing slightly.

"That one-armed giant should have evenly sprinkled his own blood in Xiaodao Ge's wind, and locked on to Xiaodao Ge's specific location based on the energy fluctuations and distribution of the blood powder."

Li Ang thought silently, "Not a bad idea. In addition to being good at voodoo witchcraft, the Voodoo Black Wizard Clan is also good at using living creatures or corpses to create puppets.

The corpse puppets have extremely strong resistance to blows, and only crushing the head or burning the corpse can completely destroy them.

Wanli Fengdao's first wave of attacks didn't chop off the opponent's head.

Now, relying on swordsmanship alone, it may be difficult to directly defeat such a durable opponent."

Tap tap tap—

The one-armed giant, Ogun Mula, did not give Wanli Fengdao a chance to breathe.

Amidst the shouts of the two commentators, his body, as heavy as a thousand jun, charged towards Wanli Fengdao like a tank, and the meteor hammer in his hand rotated rapidly, tearing the air and falling downwards.

Quick as lightning, Wanli Fengdao, who was still lying on the ground, had a flash of cold light in his eyes. His right hand gripped the Zhanlong sword and twisted the hilt violently, causing the tip of the sword to point at the edge of the pit on the arena floor, and he stabbed it heavily.

The blade, covered with a rounded green sword energy, did not pierce into the stone wall.

Instead, the sword body was bent, and the entire long sword was almost bent into a semicircle.

This longsword, named [Zhanlong], has accompanied Wanli Fengdao through thick and thin.

Injecting sword energy of different attributes can give it different properties.

Buzz—

As the sword energy turned into an殷red blood color,

The Zhanlong longsword vibrated at high frequency.

The blade, bent into an arc, suddenly rebounded and straightened,

Providing thrust,

Propelling Wanli Fengdao heavily out of the pit, his figure narrowly avoiding the falling meteor hammer.

Bang!

碎Stone splashed like shrapnel, and the entire arena seemed to tremble.

The tip of the beach pants man's foot touched the ground covered with rubble and blood coral.

Wanli Fengdao flew into the air, his eyes under the broken sunglasses met the one-armed giant who turned his head sluggishly.

Through the other party's tattered burlap mask,

He looked into the pale and turbid eyes, and saw his own figure in the pupils.

The longsword in his hand inexplicably burned with orange sword energy.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the fall, Wanli Fengdao thrust out the longsword diagonally downwards.

The blade pierced the one-armed giant's eye socket lightly, without a trace of dust.

Puff—

Half of the sword body pierced through the burlap hood.

Black and red blood dripped down the half of the sword tip, mixing with the sand and gravel.

The one-armed giant trembled all over, his feet softened, and his huge body slowly knelt to the ground in slow motion, raising some sand.

"Hoo, hoo..."

Wanli Fengdao's chest heaved violently.

He adjusted his half-broken sunglasses, looked at the giant kneeling on the ground who was still almost as tall as him,

And wordlessly tightened his grip on the hilt, slowly pulling the Zhanlong longsword out of the other party's eye socket.

K.O.!

Large characters belatedly appeared above the arena.

However, the audience below the arena, including the two commentators in the commentary booth, were still immersed in the calm sword strike.

It wasn't until Wanli Fengdao wiped the filth from the blade on the other party's shoulder and silently walked off the arena,

That the hall rang with cheers and screams that were enough to lift the roof.