Xuanyuan Chen moved with agility, dodging left and right under the shroud of dark shadows. The long sword in his hand danced into an impenetrable curtain of light. At times he lowered his body to evade a sweeping axe blade, at times he sidestepped a downward slash. Every evasion was desperately close, yet executed with pinpoint precision.
Meanwhile, the spectators in the arena stood as if struck by a binding spell. Total silence gripped the venue as everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the arena without a single blink, terrified of missing even a fraction of a second.
Seeing that his prolonged attacks were failing to break through, Zhao Yuangang grew increasingly furious. With a roar, he slammed his twin axes directly into the ground, and a powerful wave of black spiritual energy surged toward Xuanyuan Chen like a raging torrent.
Chapter 145