But before Li Bai could get more than a couple of hearty laughs out, Seven seized an opening.
A whipping kick slammed into his chest.
Bang!
Li Bai took the kick full on. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his body instantly flew backward.
Boom!
Li Bai slammed heavily into the stone wall at the edge of the arena.
The thick stone wall cracked like a spiderweb, a testament to the tremendous force behind Seven's kick.
As the thunderous impact erupted, an uproar swept through the spectators.
"What... Li Bai clearly had the upper hand a moment ago. How did things suddenly turn around?"
"No idea. All I know is that Wu Liuqi feels terrifying right now."
"Th-this isn't some Evil Soul Master trick, is it?"
"Idiot! If he really were an Evil Soul Master, do you think Shrek's higher-ups would still be sitting there doing nothing?"
Wu Feng stared at Li Bai, plastered against the wall like a painting, and at his bloodstained white robes.
She cried out in alarm:
"What's going on? How did that rotten drunk suddenly end up on the losing side?"
Ning Tian said calmly:
"That student, Wu Liuqi, must have fused with some kind of power, causing his physical capabilities to increase exponentially."
On the arena, Wu Liuqi held the Thousand Demon Daggers horizontally in his hand. With a thought,
the black-and-purple blade extended dozens of meters, spanning half the Soul Fighting arena.
A chilling gleam flowed along its edge as it slashed straight toward Li Bai.
Bang!
That was the sound of the blade striking the wall. Li Bai, covered in blood, had appeared a short distance away.
He had evidently used the second stage of Bring in the Wine to dodge the slash.
But although he had evaded that