The golden longbow vanished from Abudu Jiawen's hands, replaced by two golden shortswords.
As always, a seventh tier had no weaknesses.
Even if Chen Yi did not understand close combat, he still had ways to guard against it.
"Clang!"
The golden shortswords threw off a shower of sparks against the blazing sword before being knocked away.
But one wrong step led to wrong steps all the way.
Misled by his senses, Abudu Jiawen had already fallen into Chen Yi's attack rhythm.
The fierce wolves launched another attack.
As the fierce wolves flashed past, six rapidly spinning Fire Rings arrived.
He could not block them.
Then... he might as well trade injury for injury.
"Constraint: Money Can Move Gods."
A Gold Coin vanished directly, triggering a reverse Constraint.
A Golden Body Greatsword appeared out of thin air above Chen Yi and descended, ignoring the Flame Seal Sword that had yet to shatter completely.
Flames ignited just before it pierced his head.
Although the damage had been reduced, it still dented part of Chen Yi's skull and sent him tumbling headfirst.
Abudu Jiawen dealt 193442 physical damage to Player Yi.
Meanwhile, Abudu Jiawen endured the cutting force of Flame Severance, and countless cracks spread across his armor.
The two of them forcibly steadied themselves, exchanged a glance, then once again unleashed a storm of attacks.
This was the true slaughter between seventh tiers. What happened in the Arena could only be called sparring.
After Chen Yi dodged another sky-filling rain of arrows, he split into nine.
Every figure looked exactly like Chen Yi. Just as Abudu Jiawen prepared to use a Constraint, his eyes narrowed slightly.
In his perception, every Chen Yi seemed real.
His senses could no longer be trusted.
Then...
"Constraint: Money Can Move Gods."
Abudu Jiawen instantly