White Tiger · Blazing Light Bane! Extreme Fire and finance combined? Three seconds, complete victory!

First Arena.

As Dai Yu and the other two walked onto the arena, three figures on the opposite side were already standing with their hands behind their backs.

The person in the center, clad in snow-white clothes, with a stern face, carried a Silver Longsword on his back, and sharp sword energy swirled around him.

Ximen Ao.

The person on the left, in fiery red clothes, was tall and slender, holding a Saber in each hand, the blades faintly shimmering with flowing moonlight.

Nangong Yue.

The person on the right, in ink-black clothes, was burly, with his arms crossed, and a faint chill permeated his body.

Beigong Han.

The three stood in a triangular formation, precisely three meters apart, maintaining independence while being able to support each other at any time.

"Dai Yu."

Ximen Ao spoke, his voice clear and cold:

"We've watched your fights."

"Very strong."

"But..."

He paused, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes:

"We are not like Dai Huabin, a piece of Trash who relies on his bloodline."

"Nor are we like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a team that relies on Support."

"We grew up together, trained together, and fought together."

"Three in one, with both offense and defense."

"Today, you will lose."

A murmur instantly arose from below the stage.

"Ximen Ao... he's the strongest sword genius of the Ximen Family's generation!"

"Nangong Yue's Moon Shadow Saber Technique is said to have reached the third level!"

"Beigong Han's Mysterious Ice Palm can freeze Soul Power!"

"With these three working together, even a Soul Ancestor level opponent would stand a chance, right?"

"Dai Yu is... in trouble this time?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong frowned and was about to retort.

Dai Yu, however, raised a hand and stopped her.

He looked at the three opponents opposite him, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.

"Three in one?"

"Both offense and defense?"

"Sounds... pretty intimidating."

"But..."

Dai Yu paused, his tone still calm:

"In my eyes, the only difference between you and Dai Huabin is—"

"Your names are just a little longer than his."

"That's all."

"Pfft—"

Wang Dong couldn't hold back again and burst into laughter.

Huo Yuhao's face was also flushed red, his shoulders shaking.

Ximen Ao's expression instantly turned grim.

"Arrogant!"

"Attack!"

"Dong—"

The gong sounded.

The fifth round officially began!

"Spiritual Detection Share, activate!"

Huo Yuhao released his Soul Skill at the first moment, golden spiritual waves instantly covering the entire arena.

Wang Dong spread his wings, his figure soaring into the sky, the halo of the Goddess of Light Butterfly scattering, preparing to provide support from the air.

However, in the next second—

"Moon Shadow!"

Nangong Yue cried out charmingly, slashing out with her twin sabers simultaneously.

Two Silver Blade Lights cut through the air, weaving into a massive Blade Net that shrouded Wang Dong in the sky!

"Mysterious Ice Palm!"

Beigong Han attacked at the same time, clapping his palms forward.

Two Ice Blue Palm Prints, carrying bone-chilling cold, sealed off all of Dai Yu's escape routes!

And Ximen Ao—

He moved.

Sword Light Like Snow.

Astonishingly fast.

That sword strike aimed directly for Dai Yu's throat!

The three coordinated, their movements flowing like water.

One sealed the sky, one blocked the ground, one led the assault.

Perfectly seamless!

"So fast!"

"This coordination... it's simply flawless!"

Gasps erupted from below the stage.

However—

Dai Yu smiled.

"Interesting."

The next second, the Red Mark on his Glabella suddenly split open!

Flame Pupil, revealed!

Within the Golden Red Vertical Pupil, it was as if a volcano on the verge of eruption was contained.

"Extreme Fire, Burn!"

BOOM—!!!

A pillar of golden red fire erupted from the Flame Pupil, shooting straight towards Beigong Han's Mysterious Ice Palm strike!

Ice and fire met—

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

The Mysterious Ice Palm strike evaporated instantly before the Extreme Fire!

Beigong Han's face changed drastically, and he retreated madly.

But Dai Yu's target wasn't him.

The moment the flames dissipated, Dai Yu's figure had already vanished from his original spot.

"What?!"

Ximen Ao's pupils contracted sharply.

His sword had missed!

The next second, a platinum figure appeared beside him.

"Too slow."

Dai Yu's voice sounded in his ear.

Ximen Ao had no time to react, only feeling a terrifying force strike the sword body.

"Clang—!!!"

A deafening metallic collision.

The Silver Longsword in Ximen Ao's hand was actually blasted out of his grip by this punch!

"How is this possible?!"

Ximen Ao's face was filled with disbelief.

His sword was a treasured sword passed down in the Ximen Family!

And it was blasted away by a single punch?!

"It's not over yet."

Dai Yu's lips curved into a slight smile.

The next second, he thrust out his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and directly grabbed Ximen Ao's throat.

"Don't move."

"Move again, and you'll be crippled."

Beigong Han froze, not daring to move an inch.

He could feel the hand gripping his throat contained enough power to crush his neck.

"Beigong!"

Nangong Yue and Ximen Ao cried out simultaneously, attempting to rush forward to rescue him.

However--

"Your opponents are right here!"

Wang Dong's voice echoed from the air.

The next second, a Great Hammer, shimmering with Golden Light, descended from the sky and smashed fiercely into the ground between Nangong Yue and Beigong Han.

"Boom--!!!"

The arena trembled, and gravel flew.

A deep gully separated the two.

Nangong Yue and Beigong Han were forced apart, and it was too late for them to join forces again.

"Yuhao!"

Dai Yu gave the order.

"Understood!"

Golden Light blazed in Huo Yuhao's eyes, and Mental Interference was instantly unleashed, accurately striking Nangong Yue's mind.

Nangong Yue felt a momentary daze, her Saber nearly slipping from her grasp.

In this instant of daze--

Wang Dong's Clear Sky Hammer had already arrived before her.

"Bang!"

The Great Hammer stopped an inch from her nose.

The fierce wind stung her cheeks.

Nangong Yue's face turned pale, and she didn't dare to move.

On the other side, Beigong Han frantically charged towards Dai Yu, attempting to save Ximen Ao.

However--

"Your opponent is me."

Dai Yu turned his head, his gaze falling on him.

His right hand still gripped Ximen Ao's throat, while his left hand was raised, palm facing Beigong Han.

"White Tiger · Fierce Light Sha!"

BOOM--!!!

A golden red pillar of light erupted from his palm!

It was the fusion of Extreme Gold and Extreme Fire!

It was the perfect combination of penetration and destruction!

Beigong Han's pupils constricted, and he frantically urged his Soul Power, unleashing both palms in an attempt to block.

However--

"Crack--!"

His Mysterious Ice Palm was as brittle as paper in front of White Tiger · Fierce Light Sha.

It shattered instantly.

The pillar of light grazed his cheek, striking the arena behind him.

"Rumble--!!!"

The Defense Soul Tool Array flickered wildly, nearly collapsing on the spot.

A bottomless, scorched gully appeared before everyone.

Beigong Han froze in place, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

That strike just now... if it had hit him directly...

He would have died.

The entire venue fell into deathly silence.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, mouths agape, their minds blank.

One Punch sent Ximen Ao's sword flying.

One strike blocked Nangong Yue's path.

One blast nearly destroyed the arena.

Three seconds.

In just three seconds.

The three geniuses from the Four Great Families of East, South, West, and North had all been defeated.