The angrier Xuanming became, the more openings he exposed.
"Smart."
In the distance, Jian Wushuang, who had been watching the battle all along, wore a face full of admiration. Ye Lin's move was exceptionally clever.
On one hand, he depleted Xuanming's spiritual power, while on the other, he expended nothing himself.
When Xuanming finally exposed an opening, he could defeat him with a single strike.
This was the cleverest approach.
"Damn it, I told you to stop dodging."
Xuanming flew into a rage. He understood now—Ye Lin had been playing him.
Treating him like a fool—who could endure that?
"Overlord Spear Technique, Spear God Descends."
Xuanming roared, and an incomparably domineering spear phantom emerged.
With one thrust, it stabbed straight at Ye Lin's face.
The entire Arena gradually trembled along with that overwhelmingly tyrannical spear technique.
"It's here."
Seeing this spear technique, Ye Lin smiled.
Xuanming's spiritual power had been nearly exhausted by him. This attack was no longer as powerful as the previous ones.
And what came with it was a body full of openings.
Do not forget—he had consumed nothing at all.
"Slash."
There were no flashy movements. Ye Lin merely raised Evil Slayer in his hand as Destruction Sword Intent gathered.
Then he brought his sword down.
One sword and one spear slammed viciously into each other.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
A series of crisp sounds rang out as the spear phantom in Xuanming's hand shattered bit by bit.
"No, impossible! Die!"
Madness filled Xuanming's face. This was his strongest strike, yet Ye Lin had dissolved it so easily. He refused to believe it.
With a deafening boom, Xuanming's entire body was blasted off the Arena. Covered in wounds, he lay beneath it, struggling for a long time but unable to rise. In the end, he fainted.
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