Chang Yin shook out his hand, his battle-filled gaze fixed dead on Jiang Yan.
"Now, it's just the two of us."
Below the arena, several staff members carried away two True Intent Martial Artists covered in blood.
Even among True Intent Martial Artists, there were differences in strength.
The Duel Arena reeked of blood, while the spectators crowded beneath the stage, shouting encouragement at the top of their lungs.
The atmosphere was blazing hot.
Chang Yin was the only one who could barely exchange one or two moves with Jiang Yan. How could they not be excited?
But not anymore. Jiang Yan had already condensed seven Battle Ruin Imprints. With every gesture, he could beat Chang Yin to death and wipe him from existence.
"Make your move."
"Alright!"
Chang Yin roared. The Crimson Yan Mark wriggled rapidly toward his cheeks, transforming into savage fang-like patterns that spread across his entire face. His effeminate features gained a trace of brutality, his pupils replaced by scarlet fury. Veins bulged across his body, and his heart pumped violently, letting out a shrieking, thunderous roar like an electric motor.
This time, Chang Yin could willingly let the Crimson Yan Mark control him. His determination to defeat Jiang Yan made his emotions surge violently, allowing him to transform without any external influence.
The aura Chang Yin gave off was far too terrifying. The spectators below instinctively retreated dozens of meters, most of their gazes locked tightly onto the arena.
Upon it, two figures stood tall and unmoving.
Jiang Yan raised a hand, and seven Battle Ruin Imprints slowly condensed.
Chang Yin charged forward like a wild beast.
Boom!
The arena collapsed, throwing up a cloud of dust.
When the haze dispersed, a mangled body lay at the bottom of a deep pit.
"Try harder tomorrow."