Liao Fei, Defeated!

Blades of light and shadows of fists crossed again and again.

The two fighters on Arena Stage Six traded blows, battling with fierce intensity.

"Liao Fei's blade is as fast as ever!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Exactly! With that fast blade, even many Seventh-Layer Body Tempering Martial Artists would have a hard time dealing with him!"

Another person nodded in agreement.

Then his gaze fell on Qin Chen, who was fighting Liao Fei, and clear admiration shone in his eyes.

"But what's truly astonishing is that kid can actually go toe-to-toe with the Fast Blade!"

They had assumed Qin Chen would be at a disadvantage against Liao Fei. They hadn't expected the fight to be evenly matched.

Liao Fei's blade was fast, but Qin Chen was faster.

With Flowing Clouds Chasing Moon Steps at Grand Completion, Qin Chen dodged every one of Liao Fei's attacks without fail.

So, though the two fought fiercely, Qin Chen hadn't suffered a single injury.

Of course, the same was true of Liao Fei. Compared with Liao Fei's long blade, Qin Chen's arms were simply too short.

Every time Qin Chen came close to landing a hit, Liao Fei's blade forced him back.

Unless he was willing to trade injury for injury, Qin Chen would find it difficult to deal Liao Fei any meaningful damage.

As time passed, Qin Chen's breathing grew heavier.

Seeing this, a faint smile crept onto Liao Fei's lips. He looked at Qin Chen and said calmly,

"Your footwork is the best I've ever seen among everyone I've fought!"

"But your cultivation level is too low. Using this D-rank Combat Skill at such high intensity for so long must take a serious toll on your stamina, right?"

"I admit you're strong in other areas, but when it comes to stamina, I don't believe a Fourth-Layer Body Tempering fighter like you can outlast me!"

"Right now, I can't do anything to you, and you can't do anything to me! When this comes down to the wire, who do you think will win?"

Liao Fei's words were meant to get inside Qin Chen's head, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

Mental state was a crucial part of any battle.

Besides, he was at a critical point in his attempt to achieve a Ten-Win Streak.

He couldn't afford to lose when the reward for ten consecutive victories was at stake!

Suddenly, Qin Chen retreated several steps, putting some distance between himself and Liao Fei.

His gaze darkened.

Liao Fei's words wouldn't make him panic.

But he had to admit that Liao Fei was right.

To hold his own against Liao Fei, he had to keep using Flowing Clouds Chasing Moon Steps, and that would take a tremendous toll on his stamina.

He could manage for a short while, but if the fight dragged on, fatigue was inevitable.

This was a crucial battle in his attempt to achieve a Five-Win Streak.

He didn't want his run to end here!

At that thought, a glimmer flashed in Qin Chen's eyes, and his expression gradually hardened with resolve.

The next moment, he charged at Liao Fei again.

A trace of chill flashed through Liao Fei's eyes. He tightened his grip on his long blade and swung it at Qin Chen once more.

Since Qin Chen wouldn't take his advice, Liao Fei would have to make him submit through sheer strength!

In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of each other.

Liao Fei's blade sliced through the air, its edge radiating a chilling aura.

As before, Qin Chen lightly leaned to the side. But unlike before, this time he drove his body straight into Liao Fei's blade.

In a split second, Qin Chen managed to knock Liao Fei's blade aside with his body, but the edge also cut a gash into him.

A line of blood burst from his left arm, but Qin Chen ignored it and drove a vicious punch toward Liao Fei.

!!!

Liao Fei's pupils contracted. He tried to pull his blade back, but it was already too late.

Qin Chen's punch landed squarely on Liao Fei's abdomen.

Boom—

A sharp crack rang through the air. Powerful force burst from Qin Chen's fist and poured into Liao Fei.

Liao Fei flew backward like a cannonball, so fast that a faint whistle of air followed him.

A mouthful of blood flew from his lips, turning into a cloud of Blood mist in midair.

After flying more than ten meters, Liao Fei suddenly thrust his blade toward the ground.

The tip scraped across the platform, throwing off a spray of sparks.

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

When he finally stopped, he was almost at the edge of the Arena Stage, less than a meter from falling off.

Liao Fei clutched his abdomen with his left hand, his back bent slightly as he stared at Qin Chen a short distance away, his face pale.

His abdomen felt as if it were about to burst, waves of stabbing pain surging through him.

He could even feel his stomach spasming again and again.

If he hadn't fought countless battles and built up such a high tolerance for pain, he would probably have already collapsed.

Qin Chen's move had caught him completely by surprise.

This wasn't a fight to the death. Who would have expected his opponent to trade injury for injury?

But judging by the situation, the strategy had worked.

Qin Chen had only a gash on his left arm from Liao Fei's blade, while Liao Fei had taken Qin Chen's punch head-on.

His injuries were clearly far worse than Qin Chen's.

Liao Fei's gaze darkened, his eyes shifting as he searched for a way out.

But Qin Chen obviously wasn't going to give him time. He vanished from where he stood and charged at Liao Fei at incredible speed.

"Damn it!"

Liao Fei cursed under his breath and charged at Qin Chen as well.

The two fought back and forth across the platform. As time passed, several more blade marks appeared on Qin Chen's body.

But they were only shallow cuts.

By contrast, although Liao Fei showed no obvious wounds, his presence had grown much weaker than Qin Chen's.

For every new cut he inflicted on Qin Chen, he had to pay by taking a punch.

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

If not for his desperate yearning for a Ten-Win Streak, he would have surrendered long ago.

But even that could only carry him so far!

As another fresh cut appeared on Qin Chen, his fist struck Liao Fei again.

A dull thud rang out, and Liao Fei was sent flying.

As he sailed through the air, Liao Fei felt as though his bones were about to come apart. Still, he tried to fight back, thrusting his blade toward the ground in an attempt to stop himself by scraping it along the platform.

But to his surprise, the blade stabbed into empty air.

Only then did he realize that he had somehow already flown beyond the Arena Stage.

In an instant, the fire inside him went out.

Instead, a relieved smile spread across his face. He closed his eyes, and exhaustion swept over him like a tide, knocking him unconscious.

A heavy thud sounded as Liao Fei hit the ground.

The Colosseum fell into dead silence. Apart from the fighters on the other nine Arena Stages, who were still grunting and shouting as they fought, everyone fell silent.

All eyes focused on the figure standing proudly on Arena Stage Six, his clothes in tatters.

A few seconds later, the crowd suddenly erupted in a deafening roar...