"Beep!"
The whistle blew, and the referee roared:
"The match begins!"
As the voice fell, the referee hurriedly jumped off the stage.
Today was destined to be a bloody, life-and-death battle. He was just an ordinary referee and didn't want to be involved in a fight between deities.
"Buzz!"
In Chen Jiuyang's hand, the Yen Sheng Saber immediately shone with a golden brilliance, like transparent glazed glass.
Those familiar with him knew that once he stepped onto the stage, he would unleash Sunset or Qianyang.
Or perhaps... Thunder Rage Fire Lotus?
Chen Jiuyang's hair stood on end, and the air around him was scorching hot, making rustling sounds. His eyes, indifferent and cold, looked at Ives-Saint-Zeren and said,
"Are you sure you want to stop me from entering the fifth round?"
The implication was that if he was determined to stop him, he should prepare to forfeit his life here.
Ives-Saint-Zeren held the Holy Shield in one hand and the staff in the other, smiling and saying, "Oh, this is not my own will, but the will of the majority. Therefore, you can only stop here."
"Many people have said that to me, but the grass on their graves is already... three meters high!"
"Boom!"
As the words fell, Chen Jiuyang's figure shot forward, and the golden, glazed Yen Sheng Saber cleaved out.
"Clang!!!"
It sounded like a melodious, ancient bell.
This saber strike landed on Ives-Saint-Zeren's shield, emitting a piercing metallic friction sound.
The next moment, the staff in Ives-Saint-Zeren's hand lit up, preparing to cast a divine art. Dozens of silver needles flew out from Chen Jiuyang's body, aiming to shoot towards him.
Ives-Saint-Zeren's pupils suddenly contracted. He quickly dodged, shielding himself with his shield, refusing to be hit by the strange Eastern techniques Chen Jiuyang possessed.
"Ding! Ding! Clang!"
Dozens of silver needles struck the shield. Ives-Saint-Zeren, using pre-acquired tactical predictions, blocked Chen Jiuyang's move.
A sinister curve appeared on Chen Jiuyang's lips. So it was.
"Bang—"
The specially made stone surface of the stage beneath his feet immediately exploded.
Chen Jiuyang attacked aggressively, one saber strike after another.
"Bang! Bang!"
Golden saber waves struck Ives-Saint-Zeren's shield.
Each strike was stronger than the last!
This was Saber Dance!
With every saber strike Ives-Saint-Zeren blocked, he had to exert more power. Gradually, even depressions began to appear on the ground.
"The limit of Saber Dance is one hundred and eight strikes. If Ives-Saint-Zeren continues to be suppressed and beaten like this, Saber Dance alone can crush him to death."
Some old veterans were analyzing the battle.
This battle was crucial for the Dragon Country and could not afford to be lost.
Ives-Saint-Zeren had taken over thirty strikes, and his expression turned grim. If this continued, his body would not be able to withstand the power of Saber Dance.
"Gaia!!!"
"Whoosh!"
A milky white, somewhat sacred light erupted from Ives-Saint-Zeren's body. The armor on him lit up with glowing patterns, and he instantly became as light as a swallow.
"It's coming! It's coming!"
"Ives-Saint-Zeren has activated the Holy Knight bloodline, Gaia."
The battle officially entered its sharpest phase.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
On the stage, only the afterimages of the two men moving at extreme speed remained. To ordinary people, only sparse sparks proved that the two were on the stage.
Ordinary cameras could not capture the movements of the two.
They were too fast, and only the martial artists present at the match could clearly see their exchanges.
"He's already used Gaia. Although it interrupted the Dragon Country's Chen Jiuyang's Saber Dance, the direction of this battle is really hard to say."
"But with such fast exchanges, Ives-Saint-Zeren cannot use divine arts, and the Dragon Country's Chen Jiuyang cannot freely unleash his martial divine abilities."
"There's a change. It was supposed to be a lightning-fast victory over Chen Jiuyang, but Ives-Saint-Zeren was still dragged into a war of attrition."
"But what's the point of both of them fighting like this?"
It was meaningful!
Ives-Saint-Zeren, a hexagonal all-around warrior, after activating Gaia, found it difficult for Chen Jiuyang's divine abilities to harm him. He could only rely on close combat to find his weaknesses.
But at the same time, the opponent was also looking for Chen Jiuyang's weaknesses.
The more they fought, the more wary they became.
Whether in close combat or long-range combat, neither could do anything to the other, leading to a five-five stalemate.
"A mere Dragon Countryman! To be on par with Ives-Saint-Zeren?"
Many Westerners immediately frowned.
In their eyes, although Chen Jiuyang of the Dragon Country was strong, he was not comparable to Ives-Saint-Zeren of the Vatican. He was a proud son of heaven, embodying the Trinity!
"Jiuyang... what exactly does he want to do..."
The Sword Bearer of Longjing pondered with a frown, "He's drawing Ives-Saint-Zeren into his own combat rhythm, yet he's not using divine abilities to break his defense and end this battle."
"Or, is it that Jiuyang also can't do anything about him?"
King Yan's gaze was sharp. "He must have his reasons for doing this. All we can do is trust his choices and judgment."
The intense clashes, with neither side gaining an advantage, and the continuation of such fighting made many feel that the battle was meaningless.
If it were before, many saber shadows would have appeared on the stage, indicating that Chen Jiuyang was about to unleash his divine killing move, Ten Thousand Sabers Devouring the Body.
But he didn't.
"Or perhaps, he is brewing a new divine ability, but it cannot be detected..." King Yan's eyes flickered. Others didn't know, but Chen Jiuyang had told him that he had co-created thirteen moves, and there were several divine ability moves that had not yet been revealed to the public.
In this light, Chen Jiuyang and Ives-Saint-Zeren were evenly matched, restricting each other's moves. Therefore, they could only seize an opportunity to unleash a brand new divine ability move in an unexpected way, defeating Ives-Saint-Zeren in one strike.
This was a good calculation.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Chen Jiuyang's storm-like assault pressed Ives-Saint-Zeren, forcing him to constantly retreat and defend. Although the attacks seemed dense, after Ives-Saint-Zeren activated his Gaia armor, no matter how sharp Chen Jiuyang's saber was, it could not harm him in the slightest.
This only made him somewhat annoyed. He, the dignified Ives-Saint-Zeren, the proud son of heaven from the West, was being suppressed and could not fight back with his full strength.
To him, this was a humiliating matter.
Ives-Saint-Zeren roared in a low voice, "How much longer will you continue this meaningless battle?"
"You and I both know you can't break my defense."
"Can't break your defense?"
Chen Jiuyang's cold voice rang out, "You are too confident in your bloodline divine ability's defense."
As these words were spoken, an ominous premonition surged in Ives-Saint-Zeren's heart.
"Actually, I don't necessarily have to kill you."
"Divine Ability—Sea Shaker!"