The Final Clash-Victory Decided!

On the Arena, the two faced each other across the distance. Neither had a word to waste; only killing intent, pure to its utmost, filled their eyes.

"Fight!"

As though they shared a single thought, they moved at the same instant.

And when they moved, it was with the force of ten thousand thunderbolts, every means at their disposal unleashed!

The silver Flying Sword became a shrill streak of light, tearing through the air and arriving in an instant.

Chu Bai neither dodged nor retreated. Golden light surged from the Metal-Bearing Seal at his waist, and Metal Nature Forges Arms activated at once.

Countless streams of golden spiritual energy flowed over his body. In the blink of an eye, they became a majestic, sturdy suit of golden armor that took the sharp sword strike head-on.

Sparks flew.

In an ordinary duel, a high-grade magical artifact was often a weapon that could decide the entire battle. Yet in these two men's hands today, such artifacts seemed like routine measures.

Boom!

The instant the Flying Sword was stopped, a deafening bell toll rang across the arena.

Behind Ji Li, a great golden bell engraved with intricate cloud patterns appeared out of thin air. At a point of his finger, it bore down on Chu Bai like Mount Tai falling from above, carrying surging sound waves and crushing force.

It was the second high-grade magical artifact he had won in the first round—the Cloud-Shaking Bell!

He had kept it in reserve until now. At last, it bared its fangs.

"Bring it on!"

Chu Bai snorted. The Origin-Bearing Cauldron, long poised behind him, roared forward to meet it head-on.

Dong—!!

Cauldron and bell slammed together in midair.

Terrifying sound waves and a storm of spiritual energy swept outward. The protective restrictions around the Arena