Chiba Takuya stood atop Frost Arena Two and unleashed his late-stage Martial Emperor aura without restraint.
Black mist swirled around him, thick as ink. Eerie Martial Dao fluctuations swept across the arena. His eyes, red as blood, locked onto Zhang Shenwei, while his killing intent seemed almost solid.
He was one of Sakura Hall's three strongest fighters. Having reached the sixty-ninth step of the Martial Dao Ladder, he was more than a match for Qingchuanzi.
Even among Blue Star's Martial Emperors from beyond its borders, he ranked near the top. He had stepped forward determined to kill Zhang Shenwei, tear him limb from limb, and restore Sakura Hall's reputation.
"Damn you, Chinese bastard! You dared slaughter Sakura Hall's experts. Today, you die!"
Chiba Takuya roared and swiftly formed seals with both hands. Black mist surged around him, condensing into several razor-sharp wind blades.
His footwork turned elusive. Like a specter, he lunged at Zhang Shenwei from multiple directions, every move vicious and merciless, leaving no room to escape.
The crowd below held its breath, every eye fixed on Arena Two. This fight was more than a personal feud. It was a direct clash between China and Sakura Hall, with the momentum of China's Martial Dao hanging in the balance.
Zhang Shenwei gripped his Battle Blade, his expression steady. He showed no panic in the face of Chiba Takuya's fierce assault.
After Li Yun's lecture and guidance, his understanding of the Martial Dao, his physical strength, and his mastery of the blade were worlds apart from what they had once been. His strength at the seventieth step of the Martial Dao Ladder was more than enough to crush Chiba Takuya.
"Revenge? You?"
Zhang Shenwei snorted. His feet shifted, and he wove calmly through the dense barrage while his Battle Blade flashed