Tiffany VS Yokoyama Sakurako

The host tried her best to control her expression, but the upward curve of her eyes and eyebrows betrayed her inner joy.

That bastard dared to humiliate her so rudely, and now he's been beaten into a pulp. He deserves it!

"This fighter, I'll count down to ten. If you can't stand up and continue fighting, I will declare the winner of this battle."

10...9...8...

Mauritius glared fiercely at the woman whose mouth was opening and closing, wishing he could get up and shove something into her mouth.

What's the point of making this announcement when you're already in this state?

Can't you tell he can't move?

In this situation, does he even have the strength to fight? You're just insulting him!

...one.

"Congratulations! Tang Jishaqiu from Portugal has won this battle!"

Snap snap snap...

The people around the arena burst into applause. The applause was very enthusiastic, like waves chasing each other, rising and falling.

After the applause subsided, the host began announcing the list of participants for the next group of competitors.

"Next, the third match of the quarterfinals will be between Tiffany from the Sili Country and Yokoyama Eiko from the Sakura Country."

When the two women stepped onto the ring, the crowd watching below gasped in surprise, and then the scene erupted in uproar, with some even whistling.

Both of them are very beautiful, tall, and have curvaceous figures, making them extremely alluring and charming.

Tiffany looked at Yokoyama Eiko with eyes as sharp as ice blades, her gaze seemingly capable of freezing the surrounding air.

She parted her lips slightly, her tone chillingly cold. "You should obediently admit defeat, surrender, and step down. You are no match for me!"

There's no need to wait until you're battered and bruised to face this cruel reality. As a woman, I don't want to make things difficult for you.

"Heh." Yokoyama Eiko's lips curled up, letting out a disdainful sneer.

"That's what I meant too. Why don't you admit defeat and surrender? I might spare your life since you've been so 'cooperative'."

Tiffany frowned, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes. "It seems you won't give up until you've reached the Yellow River. In that case, let's see who's the real deal."

As soon as she finished speaking, with a clang, she suddenly drew the sword from her back, which gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight.

She moved with lightning speed, slashing down at Yokoyama Eiko with her sword.

In an instant, a chilling Sword Qi roared out like Flood Dragon emerging from the sea. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, space seemed to be torn apart, and it arrived in front of Yokoyama Eiko in the blink of an eye.

Yokoyama Eiko's expression changed slightly. She moved extremely quickly, instantly drawing the Katana wore at her waist, which faintly gleamed with a bluish light.

She gripped the hilt of her knife and swung it sharply to the side, unleashing a semi-circular blade of energy that clashed violently with Tiffany's Sword Qi.

Immediately afterward, at the point where the swords clashed, /1 erupted with a burst of light as intense as a solar explosion, the light spreading outwards like a surging tide.

The surrounding air currents, like a raging beast, swept wildly in all directions, creating visible ripples that spread outwards in concentric circles.

With her hands gripping the handle tightly, Yokoyama Eiko let out a shout and her body soared into the air like a bird. In mid-air, she seemed to merge with the Japanese sword, and then she slashed straight down at Tiffany below.

He muttered, "One-Sword Style: Burial of Rivers!"

With her vigorous swing, a strange sight appeared: a rushing river seemed to materialize out of thin air, its waters roaring and deafening, like a thousand horses galloping past.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the river water, visible to the naked eye, gradually condensed into an enormous scepter, with water still flowing on it, as if giving the scepter endless vitality.

But this thing seemed to stretch infinitely, and like Mount Tai Crushes Down, it instantly struck Tiffany's head.

Tiffany's expression changed slightly. She dared not be careless in the slightest. Relying on her agile movements, she suddenly shifted to the side like a ghost. The speed was so fast that it was like teleportation. She moved more than ten meters away like a sliding board.

The long river grazed past her hair, its sharp edge like the Grim Reaper's scythe, severing several strands of her hair, which slowly drifted down into the air.

After regaining her balance, Tiffany brandished her Longsword, her eyes revealing a resolute determination.

He slurred, "It's only polite to retaliate! Take this: Dark Desire Across the Flow!"

As she finished speaking, the Longsword in her hand danced like a serpent, and with a whoosh, a huge rift appeared in the air. The rift seemed to connect to another mysterious world, from which dark matter full of mysterious energy shot out like raindrops.

These dark matter particles exuded a chilling aura, each carrying World-destroying power, and surged towards Yokoyama Eiko like a raging tide.

Yokoyama Eiko's expression changed. She knew how powerful this move was and dared not be careless in the slightest.

Suddenly, her body swayed violently, the movement appearing extremely eerie, like a ghost dancing, yet incredibly skillful, managing to avoid all the substances containing terrifying energy.

She was completely unharmed, like a female warrior who had survived a hail of bullets.

[Mist Shadow Clone Slash]

Yokoyama Eiko gave another soft shout, and a round bead appeared in her hand. She threw it to the ground, and a cloud of mist rose into the air.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and she disappeared into it. The next moment, she moved rapidly toward Tiffany, like a ferocious beast opening its blood-red maw to swallow her whole.

The thick fog twisted again, and then several blurry figures appeared, each holding a sword, and they all slashed at Tiffany.

Tiffany was startled by this move, and at the same time, she couldn't tell which of the several shadows was real and which was fake.

He could only rapidly wield his sword, forming a sword barrier in front of him to resist the attacks from the several dark figures.

However, this defense was unable to stop Yokoyama Eiko's move of creating all shadow bodies.

A shadow suddenly appeared behind her and slashed at her back.

A wound appeared on Tiffany's back, from which blood gushed out.

She shifted her body to the side and then thrust her sword in with a backhand motion. Yokoyama Eiko quickly dodged and disappeared back into the thick fog.

Seeing the fog growing thicker and threatening to her, he frowned slightly, then relaxed.

Then, her body slowly lifted off the arena floor and rose into the air, while a giant angel figure slowly appeared behind her.