"Lu Ren, do you really think you've won?"
Lu Ren's words had thoroughly enraged Yan Ming.
Lu Ren had actually told him to use every means at his disposal.
The implication was clear: no matter what Yan Ming did, he could not defeat Lu Ren.
"Your strongest move is that Radiant Ember Profound Fire Pearl. But that treasure can't do anything to me anymore. How will you beat me?"
Lu Ren's voice was calm.
In truth, with his strength, Lu Ren could end this fight quickly.
But he had to stall for time, as long as he possibly could. Every second counted.
If he received a voice transmission from Long Xiaoman, it would mean Long Xiaoman had notified the Four Great Dao Traditions, and they would be bringing people here.
If no transmission came, then in the final match, he would have no choice but to lose to Wang Xingchen.
"Hmph!"
Yan Ming snorted. The Radiant Ember Profound Fire Pearl shuddered in midair and, under his control, hurtled toward Lu Ren again.
At the same time, he stepped forward. Flames burst beneath every footfall, and in an instant he was before Lu Ren, hammering at him with both fists.
Clearly, Yan Ming knew his treasure and Dao Rhyme could no longer give him an advantage. He intended to use his Four-Marked Battle Body and Dao Rhyme to fight Lu Ren up close.
Lu Ren's lips curved upward. Unperturbed, he swung the Chaos Ancient Sword to parry blow after blow.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Every stroke of Lu Ren's sword met Yan Ming's fist dead-on. Each collision unleashed terrifying storms of chaos and Lihuo flame. The two storms intertwined and swept across the eight wildernesses, their devastating force shaking the onlookers and widening their eyes in alarm.
This was a Battle