"Du Yuan was injured."
"He was going to lose. That supreme-grade spirit weapon forged from heavenstar tungsten steel could cut through anything. He couldn't stop it."
"Not lose-die. In the Life-and-Death Arena, there was only death, not defeat."
Heated voices rang out around the Life-and-Death Arena.
Du Yuan's physique was not as formidable as Xu Yang's. Once he was injured, his defeat and death were all but inevitable.
In the Life-and-Death Arena, Xu Yang pressed his advantage, giving Du Yuan no chance to heal. Moving like a dragon, he strode after him and unleashed another slash.
Boom!
The keen saber light tore through the air with a piercing shriek, sweeping toward Du Yuan. Before it even fell, Du Yuan felt a terrifying saber intent assault his mind, as though it would tear his divine soul apart. A stabbing pain struck between his brows.
I can't meet this saber head-on.
Without the slightest hesitation, his figure flashed, disappearing from where he stood.
Boom!
The saber light struck empty air and crashed into the Life-and-Death Arena with a deafening roar, shaking the energy barrier.
"No matter how powerful you are, you're still useless if you can't hit anyone."
Du Yuan's icy voice sounded behind Xu Yang as his fist shot out like lightning.
"Is that so?"
Xu Yang did not turn around. The sound of mighty rivers surging came from within him as dragon force rushed through his body. The Heavenly Star Saber's radiance flared, and he swept it backward.
As though he had eyes in the back of his head, his saber light sliced straight toward Du Yuan's neck.
Du Yuan had no illusions that this slash could not take his head off. He immediately retreated, escaping the saber light's reach, and stared fixedly at Xu Yang from thirty feet