He raised his right fist burning with flames high, and with great force, he smashed it hard on Long Jing's head!
The fist wind roared, and wherever it passed, the air was directly torn apart, leaving a dark trail!
The flames were wrapped in violent power, as if they were going to completely burn Long Jing and smash it into a pulp.
Facing this powerful and heavy blow, Long Jing's expression remained unchanged, his steps moved slightly, his body shifted to the side like a ghost, and he accurately avoided Duan Yue's heavy punch.
"Boom!!!"
Duan Yue's fist hit the ground hard, and the huge impact exploded instantly.
The ground suddenly collapsed, and a huge crater with a diameter of dozens of feet was instantly formed. The rubble mixed with flames flew everywhere, and scorching air waves swept in all directions, dyeing the surrounding air red.
"It's not that slow!"
Duan Yue's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he let out a roar.
The left arm swept forward, with a violent wind, like a huge whip, swiping towards Long Jing's body. The crimson mane flew with the movement, and the flame aura became more intense.
Long Jing's eyes condensed, and the golden scales all over his body instantly lit up with dazzling golden light, and the dragon's power surged.
He did not dodge, but raised his right arm. The golden dragon scales instantly became harder, and the veins on his arm popped out, containing the purest Divine Power of the Dragon Clan.
"Cang!!!"
There was a loud noise, and Long Jing's arm collided hard with Duan Yue's left arm.
The metallic collision sound was deafening, and invisible air waves centered on the collision point and spread crazily in all directions.
Huge ravines opened up on the ground of the arena, extending for several miles.
Duan Yue felt a sharp numbness in his arm, and the violent force was forcefully taken over by Long Jing, his face full of disbelief.
His physical strength is already top among the Firemane Lion Clan, but the Long Jing in front of him is even stronger than him!
Long Jing looked calm, and with a slight exertion of his arm, a majestic dragon power burst out, instantly shaking Duan Yue's left arm away.
Duan Yue's huge body staggered back a few steps, the ground beneath his feet was crushed to pieces, and gravel flew everywhere.
"Dragon Clan's body is indeed worthy of its reputation!"
Duan Yue steadied his body, the enthusiasm in his eyes became even more intense. He suddenly raised his head and roared, and the flames around him instantly surged.
The crimson mane burned, and the whole person was like a burning mountain. His aura soared again, "But do you think you will win like this? Fire Lion Burns the Heavens!"
As Duan Yue roared, the Spiritual Power in his body burned crazily, and the flames around him gathered into the shadow of a huge fire lion.
The fire lion is a hundred feet tall, its body is burning with blazing flames, its eyes are ferocious, and it roars towards Long Jing.
Wherever it passed, the ground was burned to black, the air was burning violently, and even tiny cracks appeared in the space.
This is Firemane Lion Clan's natal magical power. It is extremely powerful and can burn everything. In thousands of battles, no one has ever been able to take this blow head-on.
The cheers in the audience reached their peak in an instant. Everyone held their breath and locked their eyes firmly on the center of the arena.
Some people shouted crazily, while others were nervous, all looking forward to the outcome of this peak showdown.
In the room on the top floor, Xie Purou clenched his little fists, his eyes full of excitement. "What a powerful fire power! Now it's worth seeing!"
Youruo nodded slightly, his eyes slightly focused. "Duan Yue's natal magical power is close to Saint Emperor level in power. If Long Jing is careless, I'm afraid he will suffer a loss."
Faced with the impact of the phantom of the Baizhang Fire Lion, Long Jing finally took action.
He slowly raised his head, the dark golden dragon eyes flashed with a sharp light, the dragon horns on his forehead shone brightly, and the golden scales around him emitted a dazzling golden light.
A majestic and vast dragon power burst out, several times more powerful than before, like a sleeping dragon completely awakening.
"Dragon Flame Break!!!"
Long Jing shouted low, not loudly, but with an unquestionable domineering tone, and sprayed out a stream of golden dragon flames from his mouth.
The dragon flames were like golden waterfalls, rushing towards the phantom of the hundred-foot fire lion with the power to destroy the world.
The golden dragon flames and the red fire lion phantom collided violently.
"Boom!!!"
A loud noise shook the world and the two extreme flames collided together, instantly forming a huge flame vortex.
The flame vortex rotated crazily, devouring everything around it. The high temperature burned the air into nothingness, and even the black stone walls of the arena were melted, turning into hot magma and flowing down the walls.
The moment the flames collided, countless sparks flew out, like sparks all over the sky, illuminating the entire Slaughter Arena.
A searing wave of air swept across the entire venue, and the demons in the audience used their magic powers to resist.
Fortunately, there are very powerful defensive formations around the auditorium as guards. Otherwise, some weak spectators would be struck by this force and killed on the spot!
Duan Yue stared at the flame vortex, Spiritual Power was surging crazily all over his body, constantly urging the fire lion shadow, trying to suppress Long Jing's dragon flames.
Long Jing, on the other hand, is still calm and releases dragon flames continuously. The golden dragon flames seem to be endless, constantly eroding the red fire lion shadow.
After a while, the golden dragon flame gradually gained the upper hand, and the red fire lion's shadow began to melt little by little under the burning of the dragon flame.
The flames became weaker and weaker, and Duan Yue's face became pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of power by activating his natal magical power.
"Impossible! How could my Fire Lion Burns the Heavens be cracked by you?!"
Duan Yue let out an unwilling roar and burned his own essence and blood again, trying to increase the power of the Fire Lion Phantom.
Long Jing's eyes were cold and merciless. He swayed and appeared in front of the fire lion's shadow.
The dragon power around him surged, and his right hand condensed into a golden dragon claw. The dragon claw was covered with golden scales, flashing with sharp light, and with the power to tear everything apart, it fiercely grabbed the head of the fire lion phantom.
"Crack!!!"
With a crisp sound, the golden dragon claws instantly tore the fire lion's head apart, and the red flames instantly dissipated, turning into countless sparks and dissipating in the air.
Before Duan Yue could react, Long Jing's figure flashed again and instantly appeared on Duan Yue's chest, and the golden dragon claws grabbed it hard.
"Tsk!!!"
The sharp dragon claws easily tore through Duan Yue's mane and hard skin, piercing deeply into his chest.
Red blood spurted out and fell to the ground like a fountain, exuding a burning breath.
Duan Yue let out a shrill scream, his huge body trembling violently, his eyes full of pain and unwillingness.
He tried to raise his arms to fight back, but found that all his Spiritual Power was suppressed by Long Jing's dragon power, and he couldn't even move.
Long Jing's eyes were cold, and he exerted slight force on his arms. The golden dragon claw exerted force again, and with a fierce tug, a large piece of flesh and blood on Duan Yue's chest was torn off, and the sound of broken bones could be heard clearly.
"Roar!!!"
Duan Yue let out a final roar of despair. His huge body could no longer support it and slowly fell backwards, hitting the ground hard with a loud noise.
The ground collapsed again, and rubble flew.
The flames on his body gradually extinguished, the crimson mane also lost its luster, and the breath quickly dissipated, leaving only the last faint breath.
Apparently on the verge of death.
Long Jing slowly retracted the dragon claw, and red blood dripped down the dragon claw, hitting the ground with a clicking sound.
The golden scales around him are still shining with light, and the dragon's power is still majestic, but his breath is slightly disordered.
In this battle, he also consumed a lot of strength, but he still won in the end.
He raised his head and scanned the entire audience with his dark golden dragon eyes. His eyes were cold and sharp, with the arrogance of looking down on the world, as if he was declaring his victory.
There was a brief silence in Slaughter Arena. Everyone held their breath and looked at the center of the arena in disbelief.
Firemane Lion Clan, the strong Duan Yue who was undefeated in thousands of games, actually lost!
After a moment, Slaughter Arena burst into cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
Everyone waved their arms and shouted Long Jing's name crazily. The sound shook the sky, pushing the entire Slaughter Arena noise to its peak.
In the room on the top floor, Xie Purou clapped his hands, his face full of excitement. "It's amazing! Long Jing's strength is indeed well-deserved, but if senior brother Haoran comes up, he will definitely be more powerful than him!"
Youruo nodded slightly, his expression still calm. "Long Jing's combat skills and physical strength are indeed top-notch. He deserves the title to win against Duan Yue."
Ji Ren looked at Long Jing with solemn eyes, feeling even more curious about the disciple Ye Chen in his heart.
Even such a strong man like Dragon Clan is so powerful, how kind of monster can that senior brother Qin Haoran they call him be?
The battle situation in the arena has been settled.
Duan Yue's huge body fell heavily on the black stone ground, his breath as weak as a candle in the wind.
The wound on his chest was still gurgling with red blood, and the flames around him were completely extinguished.
The crimson mane lost its former luster and fell limply to the ground, without even the strength to move. It was already dying.
Soon, two attendants wearing black attire and calm breaths walked out of the passage, stepped forward cautiously, and set up Duan Yue's huge body one on the left and the other on the right.
The two of them held Duan Yue and slowly walked deep into the passage, bringing him to Slaughter Arena's healing area.
After arriving at the healing area, one of the attendants took out a red pill filled with rich aura from his arms, carefully pried open Duan Yue's mouth, and fed the pill inside.
This elixir is a high-end healing elixir treasured by Slaughter Arena. It is extremely effective and is specially used for the healing of top experts.
The moment the elixir entered his abdomen, it turned into a warm medicinal power, slowly flowing down Duan Yue's throat and quickly spreading to the meridians throughout his body.
The originally hideous wound healed and scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally fell off, leaving only a faint scar.
The power that had collapsed in the body was gradually gathered and restored under the nourishment of the medicine.
The originally weak breath gradually became thicker, and not long after, it returned to its peak state.
Feeling that the power in his body was replenished, Duan Yue suddenly stood up on the ground.
The crimson mane all over his body stood up again, burning wildly.
His eyes were bloodshot and he was staring at Long Jing in the center of the arena. His teeth were clenching and his face was full of unwillingness and resentment.
The violent aura around him erupted again, as if he was going to eat Long Jing alive.
But he knew in his heart that he had already lost.
The undefeated record of a thousand games has been broken. No matter how unwilling or angry you are, it can't change this fact.
In that deadly battle just now, he tried his best and even burned his own blood.
But he is still no match for Long Jing. No matter how much he talks at this moment, it will be in vain.
But Long Jing still stood firmly in the center of the arena, and the golden scales around his body still glowed with a cold sheen.
The dragon is majestic, with a cold and arrogant expression, looking condescendingly at Duan Yue not far away.
The corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of disdain, and his voice was loud and domineering, spreading throughout Slaughter Arena.
"In this Slaughter Arena, there is no one who can defeat me!!!"
His words were arrogant in tone and arrogant in attitude, showing a sense of arrogance that looked down upon the world.
It's as if he doesn't take into account all the strong men in the world.
But everyone present, no one refuted, but nodded in acquiescence.
Everyone understands that as long as a strong person like Saint Emperor doesn't take action, then maybe no one can defeat Long Jing.
After this peak showdown, Long Jing proved himself with his strength and is already the well-deserved first person under Saint Emperor!
In the auditorium, there are many High Antiquity Evil Demons who are in the same realm as Long Jing and who are also Peak God Emperor Stage.
They looked at the golden Long Ying in the center of the arena and put themselves into Duan Yue's situation just now, feeling a sense of awe in their hearts.
Even if they were to play, they would not have enough confidence to defeat Long Jing. Even remaining undefeated felt like a luxury.
No, it should be said that they knew very well that there was no way they could remain undefeated like Long Jing after thousands of deadly battles.
It is even more impossible to face a top player like Duan Yue and still win steadily.
Long Jing's combat power has already far surpassed all the strong men in the same realm, and is the ceiling among Peak God Emperor Stage.
"Long Jing! Long Jing! Long Jing!!!"
After a brief silence, the audience burst into earth-shaking cheers again.
The atmosphere was as warm as a volcano erupting, instantly pushing the entire Slaughter Arena hustle and bustle to its peak.
Countless demons waved their arms and shouted Long Jing's name crazily, with fanatical eyes and adoration on their faces.
The cheers were like surging waves, one after another, causing the dome to buzz and keep vibrating, and even the ground to tremble slightly.
As for those Peak God Emperor Stage experts who were in the same realm as Long Jing, while cheering along, there was a trace of deep fear in their eyes.
Even deep fear.
They know that the existence of Long Jing is a gap that they cannot cross.
"Fortunately, Long Jing is just a fighting tool imprisoned in Slaughter Arena. Otherwise, this person would be too scary!!!"
"Yes, no matter how strong he is, he is always just a tool for us to have fun in Slaughter Arena!!!"
"Dragon Clan lost this peerless strong man, he must have been mad for a long time, right? Hahaha!!!"
"In our Nether Blood Divine Kingdom, no matter how strong he is, he can only sit tight!!!"
Many High Antiquity Evil Demons people feel very lucky at this time, Long Jing is trapped in Slaughter Arena.
Instead of competing with their race in the outside world!