In the silence, a bewitching figure emerged from the icy mist.
Demonic Charm.
Hu Liena and Xie Yue's Martial Soul Fusion Skill had dodged just in time at the very last moment of the dragon's breath, avoiding a direct hit.
But at that moment, nobody onstage or off thought they could still win. Of the seven, five were already down. Only one fusion skill remained, facing a white-clad boy who hadn't even broken a sweat.
Li Hanche planted the Dark Nether Ice Soul Spear beside him, his ice-blue Frost Eyes settling on Demonic Charm.
He stamped a foot down and charged straight at Demonic Charm, spear in hand.
Demonic Charm's speed was among the best of her level. Her figure left afterimages in the icy mist as her Moon Blades slashed in from every angle.
Every strike carried a bewitching mental assault, enough to make an opponent of the same level suffer a fatal moment of daze the instant they clashed.
But Li Hanche's eyes had been clear from beginning to end.
The Cold Gleam Spear Art came alive in his hands.
When Frost Mark thrust forward, the spear tip was as fine as a thread. When Ice Blade swept across, the shaft was like a crescent moon, knocking away the Moon Blades attacking from both sides at once.
Demonic Charm was indeed fast, but every change of direction was within his Frost Eyes' predictions, and every slash of hers was knocked back by his spear tip.
This wasn't an evenly matched close-quarters fight. It was a crushing defeat.
For her final strike, Demonic Charm joined her blades together and brought them down with all her strength.
Li Hanche leaned aside to let the blade pass. His spear tip slipped in along its back, Dragon Chant shuddering through it as