Gauntlet Match

Knife light and trident shadows, a blur of figures.

In the dim secret chamber, it all felt increasingly dangerous and oppressive.

An opening!

Ji Chengkong lunged forward, using his folding fan like a dagger, aiming straight for Qin Jianghe's lower back.

Despite being in the darkness.

Qin Jianghe had been paying close attention to Ji Chengkong's movements.

The moment the other man launched himself.

Qin Jianghe's ears twitched, and he slipped away like a fish, using the force of Fang Yu's Mixed Iron Trident to dart to the side.

And Ji Chengkong found Fang Yu in front of him instead.

Ji Chengkong could have retracted his attack and pursued Qin Jianghe, but for Fang Yu, he couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly.

Faced with the threat in the darkness, whether it was force or hidden weapons, he sought to nullify them at the first opportunity.

Therefore.

Fang Yu immediately swung the Mixed Iron Trident, sweeping it out horizontally, his inner force surging as if unleashing a monstrous wave.

Completely engulfing Ji Chengkong.

Bang!

The folding fan snapped into pieces.

Ji Chengkong, caught completely off guard, took the full force of Fang Yu's trident sweep, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a poof.

His body flew backward.

Crashing heavily into the stone wall.

"Fang, Faction Leader, you..."

Ji Chengkong managed to say with difficulty.

He never expected to be backstabbed by Fang Yu.

Qin Jianghe chuckled darkly:

"Fang Yu, you're as ruthless as ever, showing no regard for your allies."

Fang Yu snorted coldly:

"Ji Chengkong?"

"Just a clown."

"His life or death is of no importance whatsoever."

He raised the Mixed Iron Trident in his hand, slowly pointing it at a dark figure in the darkness, and said sternly:

"Qin Jianghe, you are my only opponent."

"You've exhausted your skills!"

"Now that it's just the two of us left, allow me to send you on your way!"

Fang Yu's hair was disheveled, he held the trident in both hands, and a peerless aura suddenly rose from his body, like a demon god from hell!

He had fully adapted to the darkness.

Combined with his ability to discern location by sound and the faint sensing of qi, he could now firmly lock onto Qin Jianghe's position in the darkness.

That was enough!

Bang!

Fang Yu thrust the Yaksha straight forward, like a swift arrow!

Aiming directly at Qin Jianghe's chest.

Boom!

Fang Yu's trident plunged into the stone wall, startling Qin Jianghe into a cold sweat. Such speed, almost exceeding his reaction time!

Fang Yu tightened his grip on the Mixed Iron Trident and swept it horizontally!

The entire stone wall seemed to be cut horizontally, rumbling and leaving a long gully!

Forcing Qin Jianghe to retreat repeatedly!

Until he was forced into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat!

Fang Yu crouched down and lunged, retracting the Mixed Iron Trident, and then thrusting it out from his waist at an extremely fast speed! Like a dragon emerging from the sea!

Clang!

Unavoidable!

Qin Jianghe held up his broken blade horizontally, barely managing to block the sharp trident tip with the blade's body!

However, the powerful inner force, coupled with unmatched strength, instantly slammed Qin Jianghe against the stone wall with a deafening crash.

Qin Jianghe's lips were stained with blood.

His wound had reopened, and his strength was draining away as quickly as melting snow. Fang Yu only needed to land one more strike with his trident.

And Qin Jianghe would die on the spot.

"Goodbye, old rival!"

Fang Yu said in a low voice, raising the Mixed Iron Trident, ready to plunge it into Qin Jianghe's chest.

Suddenly.

A gust of wind howled in from outside the stone chamber.

Then, a torch spun in through the doorway.

The flames on the torch were instantly extinguished by the wind pressure, briefly illuminating the pitch-black stone chamber with a dim yellow light.

In that instant.

Qin Jianghe saw a dark figure leap up outside the stone chamber, landing in mid-air behind Fang Yu.

Clang!

The sound of a long saber being drawn echoed in Fang Yu's ears!

Shen Yi had arrived at full speed!

To prepare for a possible encounter with the Yaksha Faction Leader.

Before leaping into the stone chamber, he had chosen to pour three years of painstaking training into the Hidden Edge Saber Technique.

[After three years of diligent practice, your understanding of swordsmanship has advanced further, and you have completely grasped the meaning of Hidden Edge. ]

[When the saber is hidden, the wind ceases; when the saber is drawn, ghosts and gods are startled! Your Hidden Edge Saber Technique has reached perfection, and you have comprehended the ultimate move of the saber technique, Demon Slayer Strike.]

At this moment, Shen Yi took advantage of the brief torchlight.

He had clearly seen the situation in the secret chamber.

Qin Jianghe was seriously injured, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.

The man in the arena with disheveled hair and surging energy, like a dragon, must be the Yaksha Faction's leader!

He unhesitatingly used Grass Treading Flight with all his might.

He leaped up in a flash.

The strongest saber technique was already ready to be unleashed!

Suddenly, Cold Night was drawn, the pitch-black blade seeming to blend into the darkness, with only a glimmer of snow-white edge faintly visible.

The fierce saber momentum went from nothing to something.

Like a volcanic eruption, accompanied by Shen Yi's full infusion of Array Breaker Art's internal energy, it crashed down!

The saber was drawn!

Demon Slayer Strike!

By the time Fang Yu regained his senses, Shen Yi's saber momentum had already reached its peak, and he only had time to hastily raise his trident to block.

Clang!

The two men's energies collided violently, creating a deafening roar.

The entire stone chamber seemed to shake violently as a result, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Fang Yu was sent crashing into the stone wall by Shen Yi's saber.

He crashed into a deep pit with a loud bang, coughing repeatedly, his hands trembling slightly.

Shen Yi landed, taking a deep breath.

This one saber strike had consumed most of his internal energy.

The surrounding environment plunged back into darkness.

However, now was not the time to rest. Shen Yi remembered Fang Yu's location and immediately gathered his energy and charged again.

"Old Qin, are you dead?"

"If you're not dead, get up and help!"

Shen Yi called out, the Cold Night saber in his hand spinning up a flurry of saber light, slashing towards Fang Yu like falling leaves.

Rapid clashes rang out again in the darkness.

Like dense drumbeats, they played a dangerous symphony in the dark.

Accompanied by the occasional sound of weapons piercing flesh and muffled groans, blood splattered in the darkness.

"Old Qin, I'm not dead yet!"

Qin Jianghe's face was pale as he stood up.

But he did not rashly enter the fray. The environment was dark, and with three people fighting, it was hard to tell who was hitting whom.

"If you can't hold on, switch!"

Qin Jianghe gripped his broken blade tightly, staring intently at the two chaotic, crisscrossing shadows in the darkness.

Clang!

A crisp sound of impact.

The force of their energies collided violently in the arena.

One of the shadows grunted and flew backward, crashing heavily into a stone pillar on the side.

"Now!"

Shen Yi roared in warning.

Without a word, Qin Jianghe followed up immediately.

His broken blade unleashed a storm of endless shadows, freely enveloping Fang Yu.

"Damn it!"

Fang Yu cursed inwardly, parrying with his Mixed Iron Trident and re-engaging.

The sound of weapons clashing in the secret chamber barely ceased. When Qin Jianghe was forced back, he unhesitatingly called Shen Yi in.

Shen Yi retreated.

Qin Jianghe charged back in again.

Including Fang Yu, the three of them accumulated more and more wounds, and their originally swift movements became increasingly sluggish.

Huff, huff.

Whose breathing was that?

Fang Yu didn't know how many times he'd been slashed.

Nor did he know how many times his Mixed Iron Trident had struck.

He didn't even know who he was stabbing.

Doubt filled his mind, and he roared:

"Why? Why haven't you two fallen yet?!"

Shen Yi and Qin Jianghe were also stubbornly holding on.

Especially Qin Jianghe.

He was the most seriously injured and was now relying entirely on willpower.

One was an old opponent he'd fought for many years.

The other was a junior.

He couldn't lose face and be the first to fall!

"Aaaaargh!"

Fang Yu gathered his true energy in both hands and erupted with a fierce burst, sweeping his Mixed Iron Trident horizontally and sending Qin Jianghe flying backward to crash onto the ground.

Then, he fled for his life!