Gazing up at Xiao Yan, whose lips curled with a teasing smile, Yao Sheng's face turned as pale as paper. He tightened his grip on the two daggers in his hands, his voice cold. "Even if the Black Water Domain were to vanish, you'd inevitably fall. I simply don't believe your secret method for enhancing your strength can endure much longer." "You're done," Xiao Yan chuckled lightly. With a slight flick of his arm, a powerful wave of azure qi surged upward, carrying a barely perceptible streak of azure flame. His eyes remained locked on Yao Sheng below, who was tensed throughout his body. Suddenly, the Purple Cloud Wings thrummed once, and a faint "shush" sound echoed through the air. Then, a blurred silhouette materialized mysteriously behind and above Yao Sheng, the heavy staff in his hands delivering a forceful, crushing blow. The fierce gust of wind generated was powerful enough to seem as though it would tear the very air apart. At the very moment the gust of wind behind him surged, Yao Sheng became aware and promptly stomped the ground with both feet, causing a sudden surge of dark mist to erupt from beneath his feet, which then collided powerfully with the heavy staff. "Pff!" Upon first contact, the heavy staff effortlessly shattered the dark liquid into a slightly darker mist, yet when it descended, the mist had vanished entirely. Thanks to the brief resistance offered by the initial mist, Yao Sheng had already used his footwork to retreat several meters. As soon as Xiao Yan's heavy staff attack landed, Yao Sheng, with a grim expression, surged forward with lightning speed, his two dark daggers spinning rapidly between his fingers, gleaming coldly—like two venomous serpents capable of delivering a lethal strike. Upon seeing Yao Sheng launch a direct assault, Xiao Yan arched his brow, his internal qi flowing like a rushing river, continuously and swiftly coursing through his meridians, delivering abundant and powerful strength to every part of his body. He clenched the heavy staff tightly and emitted a low roar, then drove it forward with force. The powerful gust of wind caused the air to be completely evacuated in the path of the staff, producing a continuous series of deep, resonant explosions that pressed against the eardrums. The distance between them shrank dramatically, barely taking a blink of an eye. Yet, as Yao Sheng's twin daggers were about to meet the staff, his body suddenly twisted in an odd manner, rotating several times in a strange posture against the staff's surface, and instantly materialized at the point where Xiao Yan held the staff. With a cold smile, he swiftly and unyieldingly sheared across Xiao Yan's palm with his sharp daggers. As Yao Sheng suddenly pushed Xiao Yan back into the center of the field, a wave of gasps echoed throughout the arena. With such close range and the full force of his attack, Xiao Yan's momentum was nearly completely subdued. Under normal circumstances, Xiao Yan would likely be completely outmatched by Yao Sheng in the coming moments, and if he weren't careful, Yao Sheng's sharp, snake-like double daggers might even leave several noticeable wounds on him. While the crowd was gasping, only a few spectators slightly furrowed their brows—how could Xiao Yan, with his seasoned combat experience and speed, so easily allow Yao Sheng to enter his own attack blind spot? Watching Xiao Yan in such peril, Liu Fei was filled with excitement, her face flushed nearly to the point of shouting. Yet, sitting beside her, Liu Qing kept his eyes locked firmly on Xiao Yan's face—there was no sign of panic, only a quiet, subtle smirk. At that moment, a subtle weight settled in his heart. On the field, under the countless expectant eyes, Yao Sheng's two daggers instantly approached Xiao Yan's hands, their cold gust of force making the hairs on Xiao Yan's arms stand upright. As the daggers drew closer to Xiao Yan's palm, the smile of delight on Yao Sheng's lips gradually widened. When the daggers were extremely close to Xiao Yan's hands, he finally made a move—though not an unexpected counterattack, he instead proactively released his heavy staff. The staff swept through the air and landed heavily on the ground, its crisp sound prompting a few spectators to sigh, wondering whether the battle could continue without a weapon. Of course, many others held different thoughts, as they suddenly recalled the scene from the arena when Xiao Yan had fought Bai Cheng—then, after losing his staff, Xiao Yan had actually demonstrated even more powerful and vigorous performance than before. Xiao Yan abandoned his weapon, which likewise brought a surge of exhilaration to Yao Sheng's face. At this moment, there was no room for hesitation. His dagger was suddenly enveloped in black combat energy, black tendrils winding around it, and a strange, pungent odor suddenly intensified. "Yan Huan Stab!" With a crisp, cold command, the two daggers quivered strangely, and as they did, the black tendrils winding around them surged like living venomous serpents, sweeping out in all directions—each strand now possessing the power to pierce through massive stones. Observing the wave of pungent black energy rushing toward him, Xiao Yan knew clearly that these tendrils not only carried immense force but also contained potent toxins. He swiftly formed hand seals before him, then issued a soft command, and within the swirling energy, clusters of vibrant green flames erupted instantly. As the flames within surged,萧炎's body was once again enveloped by fire. And as the flames flowed and rippled, they swiftly coalesced into a jade-colored flame armor in the span of a blink. "Sshhh... sshhh..." Countless black filaments struck against the flame armor with heavy force, yet they met resistance akin to ice encountering boiling oil, producing a continuous series of hissing sounds. Though the pressure was sufficient to pierce massive stones, it merely caused slight indentations on the flame armor. Suddenly, as the black filaments surged, two sharp, cold glimmers emerged and, with the speed of a thunderbolt, pierced the flame armor, instantly sending out two crisp metallic clinks throughout the arena. Two black daggers exerted an immense force, and although the Qing Huo armor was exceptionally strong and solid, it still bore the blades half an inch deep. Yet at this point, the armor had reached its limit. The intense heat radiating from the armor instantly turned the black daggers crimson. At the same time, Yao Sheng's hands, tightly gripping the blades, began to steam with hiss, forcing him to urgently channel his qi to envelop his palms. Even so, a growing sensation of searing pain persisted. He gave the daggers a firm push, but they remained immovable. With no other choice, Yao Sheng quickly released his grip and stepped back, his eyes constantly fixed on Xiao Yan, now fully encased in flaming armor. In the flicker of the flames beneath the helmet, he caught a hint of a teasing glance. The Qing-Huo Qi surged suddenly, and the flame helmet hovering over Xiao Yan instantly dissipated. As it vanished, Xiao Yan's face emerged—his mouth now bulging wide, like that of a frog, while his hands swiftly formed hand seals. Under this sudden sonic assault, Yao Sheng sustained significant injuries and experienced a severe dizziness, almost life-threatening. In such a confrontation, this dizziness would undoubtedly determine the outcome. Given Xiao Yan's nature, a deliberately induced dizziness would absolutely be something he would not relinquish. Thus, as the dizziness took over Yao Sheng's mind, his body finally responded! A flash of silver beneath his feet, accompanied by a soft rumble of thunder, and suddenly, everyone's eyes widened—Xiao Yan materialized before Yao Sheng like a ghost. Witnessing this, all present felt their hearts leap into their throats. They knew the fate of the battle had been decided at that very moment. Dizziness in Yao Sheng’s mind lasted only a few breaths, yet as his thoughts gradually cleared, the shadow before him had already materialized, and a wave of profound fear surged through him. A powerful gust of wind erupted across the plaza, accompanied by a deep sonic boom. "Ba Ji Bang!" So close, Yao Sheng had no chance to evade. His face was now pale with shock and despair. At that moment, gasps of astonishment rang out throughout the arena—under such a fierce assault, Yao Sheng seemed destined for certain defeat. "Yao Sheng has lost!" The words echoed simultaneously from both Liu Qing and Lin Xiu'ya, though Liu Qing’s expression remained grim, while Lin Xiu'ya beamed with amazement. Hearing Liu Qing’s declaration, Li Fei, who had previously been animated with excitement and anticipation, now eagerly waiting for Yao Sheng to be knocked to his knees and begging for mercy, suddenly turned pale, her lips moving rapidly as she murmured, "How could this be?" "Boom!" The fist, enveloped in mighty qi, pierced through the spatial barrier under everyone's watchful eyes, striking with unparalleled force directly onto Yao Sheng's chest, which was filled with shock. As the fist spun, a deluge of powerful qi surged forth in all directions. "Pfft!" A sharp pain surged in Yao Sheng's chest; his face, initially pale with astonishment, flushed abnormally. Moments later, he could no longer bear it, spewing out a gush of bright crimson blood. His body recoiled as if struck by a heavy blow, retreating backward until he crashed to the ground outside the arena. The floor beneath him cracked instantly, spreading into fine fissures before finally shattering completely. The blood spurted out, evaporating into vapor just a few feet away from Xiao Yan's body. The azure flame armor on Xiao Yan's surface trembled slightly before dissolving into nothingness. Steadily stepping forward, Xiao Yan gazed calmly at Yao Sheng, now pale and shaken, his composed voice echoing throughout the arena.