Liao Fei, Defeated!

Blade light and fist shadows constantly intertwined.

The two on Arena Stage Six traded blows, fighting with incredible intensity.

"Liao Fei's blade is as fast as ever!" someone exclaimed.

"Indeed! Relying on this fast blade, even many Body Tempering Seventh Layer martial artists find him very troublesome to deal with!" another person nodded in agreement.

They then turned their gaze to Qin Chen, who was exchanging blows with Liao Fei, their eyes filled with clear admiration.

"But the fact that this kid can actually go back and forth with the Fast Blade—that is the most surprising part!"

They had originally assumed Qin Chen would be at a disadvantage against Liao Fei, but they never expected it to be an evenly matched fight.

Although Liao Fei's blade was fast, Qin Chen's speed was even faster.

With the help of his Grand Completion proficiency in Flowing Clouds Chasing Moon Steps, Qin Chen dodged Liao Fei's attacks every single time without fail.

So, despite how fierce the fight looked, Qin Chen hadn't sustained a single injury.

Of course, the same went for Liao Fei; Qin Chen's arms were still a bit too short compared to Liao Fei's long blade.

Every time he was about to land an attack on Liao Fei, he would be forced back by the opponent's long blade.

Unless he resorted to a trade-off of injuries, it was difficult for Qin Chen to inflict any effective damage on Liao Fei.

As time passed, Qin Chen's breathing gradually grew heavy.

Seeing this, a smile couldn't help but touch the corner of Liao Fei's mouth. He looked at Qin Chen and said calmly:

"Your footwork is the strongest I have ever encountered in battle!"

"But your cultivation realm is too low. Continuously using this D-rank Combat Skill at such high intensity must be quite a drain on your stamina, right?"

"I admit you are strong in other aspects, but when it comes to stamina, I don't believe a Body Tempering Fourth Layer like you can be better than me!"

"Right now, I can't do anything to you, and you can't do anything to me! If we fight to the end, who do you think will win?"

Liao Fei's words carried a subtle attempt at psychological warfare, but he didn't feel there was anything wrong with doing so.

Mindset was, after all, a crucial part of any battle.

Furthermore, he was currently at a critical juncture in his push for a Ten-Win Streak.

For the sake of the Ten-Win Streak reward, he could not afford to fail!

Suddenly, Qin Chen stepped back, putting some distance between himself and Liao Fei.

His gaze darkened slightly.

Although he would not fall into a panic just because of a few words from Liao Fei, he had to admit that what Liao Fei said was not wrong.

If he wanted to contend with Liao Fei, he had to keep Flowing Clouds Chasing Moon Steps running at all times, and this would undoubtedly place a massive drain on his stamina.

It was fine for a short time, but once it dragged on, fatigue would inevitably set in.

This battle was the key to his Five-Win Streak.

He did not want to stop here!

Thinking of this, a glimmer flashed in Qin Chen's eyes, and his expression gradually became resolute.

The next moment, his figure charged toward Liao Fei once again.

Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Liao Fei's eyes as well. He gripped his long saber tightly and swung it toward Qin Chen once more.

Since Qin Chen was unwilling to "take advice," he would just have to make him submit with his strength!

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived before each other.

Liao Fei slashed his blade through the air, the edge of the weapon radiating a biting chill.

Qin Chen dodged to the side lightly, just as he had before. However, unlike before, this time after side-stepping, Qin Chen moved his body directly into the path of Liao Fei's blade.

In a flash of lightning, Qin Chen successfully used his body to deflect Liao Fei's saber by a small margin, but he was still cut by the blade's edge.

A line of blood burst open on his left arm, but Qin Chen ignored it completely, slamming a fist toward Liao Fei with all his might.

Liao Fei's pupils constricted sharply. He tried to pull his saber back, but it was already too late.

Qin Chen's punch landed squarely on Liao Fei's abdomen without a hitch.

BOOM—

A loud explosion rang out in the air. A powerful force erupted from Qin Chen's fist, pouring entirely into Liao Fei.

Liao Fei's figure flew backward at high speed like a cannonball, even emitting a faint whistling sound as he cut through the air.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, turning into a mist of blood in the air.

After flying back a dozen meters, Liao Fei suddenly plunged the blade in his hand into the ground.

The tip of the blade scraped against the platform, throwing off intense sparks.

Even so, Liao Fei's figure was pushed back nearly another ten meters.

By the time he came to a stop, he was standing almost at the very edge of the arena, less than a meter away from falling off.

Liao Fei clutched his abdomen with his left hand, his back slightly hunched. His gaze was locked firmly onto Qin Chen not far away, his face looking somewhat pale.

At this moment, he felt as if his abdomen were about to burst, with waves of piercing pain constantly surging through him.

He could even clearly feel his stomach spasming uncontrollably.

If not for the fact that he had experienced countless battles and possessed an immense tolerance for pain, he likely would have collapsed by now.

He had not expected this approach from Qin Chen.

This wasn't a life-or-death duel; who could have imagined that his opponent would adopt a strategy of trading injury for injury?

However, looking at the current situation, the opponent's strategy was very successful.

Qin Chen had only suffered a cut on his left arm from his blade, but he had taken a solid, direct punch from Qin Chen.

His injuries were clearly much more severe than Qin Chen's.

Liao Fei's gaze darkened, his eyes flickering as he contemplated a solution.

But Qin Chen clearly wasn't going to give him that time. His figure flashed and vanished from where he stood, rushing toward him at extreme speed.

"Damn it!"

Liao Fei cursed under his breath and charged forward to meet Qin Chen as well.

The two began trading blows on the platform once more. As time passed, a few more blade marks appeared on Qin Chen's body.

But they were all merely shallow wounds.

In contrast, although no obvious injuries were visible on Liao Fei at this moment, his momentum was far more withered than Qin Chen's.

For every blade mark he left on Qin Chen, he had to pay the price of being struck by a punch.

After a few punches, he was already struggling to hold on.

If not for the intense desire for a Ten-Win Streak keeping him going, he would have conceded long ago.

But that was as far as it went!

As another new blade mark appeared on Qin Chen's body, his fist landed on Liao Fei once again.

A dull thud echoed out as Liao Fei was sent flying by a single punch.

While in mid-air, Liao Fei felt as if his bones were about to fall apart. Still, he wanted to struggle a bit more, thrusting the blade in his hand downward, hoping to use the friction against the ground to bring himself to a halt.

But to his surprise, the blade struck nothing but air.

It was only then that he realized he had already flown beyond the boundaries of the arena stage.

In an instant, the fighting spirit within him dissipated!

A look of relief washed over his face, and he closed his eyes. A wave of exhaustion surged over him like a tide, causing him to lose consciousness immediately.

With the sound of an object hitting the ground, Liao Fei's body slammed heavily onto the floor.

The Colosseum fell into a deathly silence. Aside from the martial artists still grunting and shouting on the other nine arena stages, everyone else had fallen into a stunned hush.

All eyes were fixed on the figure standing proudly on Arena Stage Six, his clothes tattered and torn.

It wasn't until several breaths later that the scene suddenly erupted into a roar of intense noise.