The Knight's Bearing

After a brief moment of astonishment, the man in black seemed to suddenly turn around, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his beady eyes.

A smile even appeared on his face?

He realized that his opponent was using his shadow to cleverly employ a mysterious escape technique, allowing them to approach him undetected and then deliver a fatal blow when he was completely unprepared.

His eyes flashed, revealing cunning and ferocity. His constantly moving pupils seemed like high-speed gears, and suddenly, a solution quietly took shape in his mind.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, his arm stretching and retracting in the air with a swift and unpredictable motion, like a snake spitting its tongue.

In an instant, the iron rings that had been flying around in the air and scattered everywhere seemed to hear their master's call, and all of them flew up together as if they were alive.

They hovered and gathered in mid-air, emitting a low buzzing sound, like a swarm of bees returning to their hive, before precisely slipping onto his arm.

He swung his arm forcefully at Yokoyama Eiko again, and the iron rings flew out like black lightning, once again attacking Yokoyama Eiko with great momentum.

This time, he learned his lesson and no longer stood still in one place like before. Instead, his legs moved around the ring constantly, as if they were springs.

His figure moved like a ghost, making his shadow have no fixed location. As a result, Yokoyama Eiko could no longer use her shadow to use her escape technique to ambush him.

When Yokoyama Eiko saw that her tried-and-true trick had been broken, her brows furrowed deeply, her two Liu Mei almost forming a knot.

A hint of seriousness appeared on her beautiful face, but the next moment, her brows relaxed and a look of disdain appeared on her face.

Do you really think this will leave you helpless? You're overthinking it.

Her slender, fair fingers swiftly pulled a bead from her pocket.

The bead was round and smooth, emitting a faint luster, and shimmered with a mysterious light in her hand.

Without hesitation, she slammed the bead to the ground. With a crisp "crack," the bead shattered instantly, followed by a billowing plume of smoke that resembled a giant black python spiraling upwards from the ground and rapidly spreading across the arena.

In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was shrouded in thick smoke, and Yokoyama Eiko's body disappeared once again, as if she had merged into the thick fog.

"Depend on!"

Upon seeing this, the man in black couldn't help but swear, his pockmarked and hairy face showing anger and frustration.

He cursed inwardly at these people from Sakura Country, saying they were really difficult to deal with, like a piece of chewing gum that he couldn't shake off.

Since the other party could no longer use his shadow to perform escape techniques, and was now using this thick fog to create an illusion and cover her approaching him, his endless tricks left him somewhat overwhelmed.

The next moment, the mist, like a surging tide, completely covered the entire arena, making it pitch black all around with extremely low visibility; you could hardly see your hand in front of your face.

Alarm bells rang in the black-clad man's mind, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart. He dared not relax for a moment, and his hands began to wave rapidly, like two high-speed spinning camel shells.

With his movement, the iron rings on both arms flew out with a whooshing sound. They darted around in the air like wild horses, making sharp whistling noises and launching a comprehensive, all-around attack on the surroundings.

Wherever the iron ring went, the thick fog was stirred up and churned violently, as if a disturbed demon was roaring.

Unfortunately, Yokoyama Eiko, though shrouded in thick fog, moved with remarkable agility, like a fish in water.

She moved freely in the thick fog as if she were on her own turf, without any hindrance whatsoever.

Her lithe figure was like a black flower dancing in the wind, silently weaving through the gaps in the iron ring attacks.

The next moment, she approached the man in black silently, like a ghost. When she was only a step away from him, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she swung her Katana sharply, the Katana cutting a cold, icy arc through the thick fog.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud was heard, and the man in black was caught off guard. He had no time to dodge in the thick fog and was directly slashed hard in the back by Yokoyama Eiko's sword.

The blow was powerful and heavy; the sharp blade easily tore through the black-clad man's clothes and cleaved deeply into the muscles of his back.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing onto the arena and mingling with the thick fog, emitting a pungent, bloody smell.

This strike was extremely powerful, and the immense impact sent the man in black flying.

His body, like a tattered sack, traced a pathetic arc in the air before crashing to the ground on the ring.

With a loud "bang," the entire arena seemed to tremble slightly.

At this moment, the man in black felt his vision blur. Because the fog was too thick, he couldn't see the direction of the other party at all. He only felt that a dangerous aura, like the footsteps of death, was approaching him step by step.

He was terrified and, in a panic, hurriedly directed the iron ring to attack in the direction he sensed danger.

The iron rings flew in that direction like raindrops, but they all missed. The iron rings struck the arena floor with a clanging sound, but they did not hit their target.

The next moment, a gleaming dagger appeared before him like the Scythe of death. The cold blade was still stained with his own blood, making it look particularly sinister and terrifying in the thick fog.

He was stabbed again in the chest, this time even more vicious than the first, piercing straight through his chest. Intense pain washed over him like a tidal wave.

His body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Knowing that if the man in black continued like this, he would surely die in the arena, his once fierce eyes were now filled with fear and despair.

He disregarded all dignity and pride, and immediately shouted, "Stop! I admit defeat!"

The voice echoed through the thick fog, carrying a hint of trembling and resentment.

Arena number six.

The two people stood facing each other, about ten meters apart.

One of the tall, thin men gave a standard knightly salute and then politely said, "Let me introduce myself. I am from Tanguy Tang Jishaqiu in the Portugal."

Who are you? Which country are you from?

The other person was a burly, tall man who dismissed Tang Jishaqiu's self-introduction with disdain.

With a sneer, Yu said, "Why all the blabbering? Let's finish the fight first!"