I walk sideways in the game world

Senior Brother Lieyang's roar rang in Ren Xiaoyao's ears, and the shadow of death loomed. At the critical moment, Ren Xiaoyao instinctively dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

"That was a close call!" The disciples watching the fight below exclaimed in surprise. Many of them had already foreseen that Ren Xiaoyao was about to be defeated.

Senior Brother Lieyang's attack missed, but he was not discouraged. Instead, it aroused his fighting spirit. The long sword in his hand was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, and each move was ruthless, not giving Ren Xiaoyao a chance to breathe.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The sound of swords clashing was incessant, and each collision made Ren Xiaoyao's palms numb. Senior Brother Lieyang's attack was like a torrential downpour, and Ren Xiaoyao could only fend for himself, gradually falling into disadvantage.

"Senior Brother Lieyang is mighty! Defeat him!"

"Brother Lieyang, come on! We support you!"

The audience's cheers rose and fell, almost overwhelmingly supporting Senior Brother Lieyang. These voices struck Ren Xiaoyao's heart like a heavy hammer, further increasing the pressure he was already under.

Ren Xiaoyao secretly groaned in his heart. He knew that there was a huge gap in strength between him and Senior Brother Lieyang. If he had not caught the other party off guard with "Xiao Yao You" before, he would probably have been defeated by now.

However, the "Xiaoyaoyou" move consumed a lot of Qi, and with Ren Xiaoyao's current level of cultivation, he simply couldn't perform it continuously. Now he could only rely on his agile body movements and exquisite sword moves to hold on, looking for an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

"Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!" Xia Lin watched the fight anxiously from the audience, her beautiful eyes filled with worry. Although she didn't know martial arts, she could tell that Ren Xiaoyao was in an extremely dangerous situation.

On the ring, Ren Xiaoyao fought and retreated, trying to distance himself from Senior Brother Lieyang and alleviate his opponent's fierce offensive. However, Senior Brother Lieyang pursued him relentlessly like a leech, not giving him a chance to breathe.

"Boy, weren't you very good at dodging? Why can't you dodge now?" Senior Brother Lieyang mocked while attacking.

Ren Xiaoyao was filled with rage, but he was helpless. He knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose!

Suddenly, while dodging an attack, Ren Xiaoyao accidentally tripped over the edge of the ring...

Ren Xiaoyao lost his balance and fell backwards in front of everyone. There were cries of surprise from the audience, and Xia Lin couldn't help but cover her mouth, her eyes filled with worry.

"The opportunity has arrived!" Senior Brother Lieyang was overjoyed upon seeing this. He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that he absolutely couldn't miss. He infused the long sword in his hand with all his spiritual power, transforming it into a dazzling golden lightning bolt that flew straight towards Ren Xiaoyao's heart.

If this attack hits, Ren Xiaoyao will definitely die!

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin closed her eyes in despair, unable to bear witness to this tragic scene.

However, at this critical moment, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes erupted with a fierce desire to survive. He endured the severe pain in his body, crossed his arms over his chest, and took Senior Brother Lieyang's determined attack.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the entire arena seemed to tremble. Ren Xiaoyao felt an overwhelming force coming at him, causing his arms to ache and burst. The spiritual energy in his body surged, nearly causing him to vomit blood.

"Pfft!"

Ren Xiaoyao fell to his knees helplessly, his hands trembling, barely able to grip the sword. But he gritted his teeth and persevered, not falling. He knew he must not fall!

Senior Brother Lieyang was also shocked by Ren Xiaoyao's determination to fight to the death. He originally thought that this blow was enough to kill Ren Xiaoyao, but he didn't expect that the other party could actually withstand it.

"Boy, you're really lucky!" Senior Brother Lieyang said with gritted teeth, "But your luck ends here!"

As he spoke, he raised his sword again, ready to give Ren Xiaoyao the final blow.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Ren Xiaoyao's mind. He remembered an ancient book he had seen in the secret training room, which recorded an ancient defensive method called "Golden Bell Cover".

"Golden Bell Cover..." Ren Xiaoyao muttered to himself, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his body, slowly raised his hands, and formed an ancient and mysterious hand seal...

Golden light burst forth from Ren Xiaoyao's palm, rapidly spreading throughout his body, forming a thin yet indestructible shield across his body—the Golden Bell Cover! This ancient defensive technique descended like a miracle, perfectly blocking Senior Brother Lieyang's determined attack.

"clang!"

The long sword struck the Golden Bell, making a crisp metallic clang and sending up a shower of dazzling sparks. Senior Brother Lieyang's attack was completely neutralized, and the long sword in his hand was actually bounced back by the recoil.

"What?!" Senior Brother Lieyang's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't expected Ren Xiaoyao to be able to use such a powerful defensive method. Everyone in the audience was also stunned by this sudden change, and there was a moment of complete silence.

Xia Lin's eyes, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened. Seeing that Ren Xiaoyao was safe and sound, her heart finally relaxed. She clenched her fists excitedly, her eyes filled with hope.

"Brother Xiaoyao, you can do it!" Xia Lin silently cheered for him in her heart.

Seeing that his attack had missed, Senior Brother Lieyang was furious. He roared and swung his sword again, the sharp blade energy attacking Ren Xiaoyao like a violent storm.

Ren Xiaoyao didn't dare to be careless. While maintaining the Golden Bell Cover, he tried to find an opportunity to counterattack. Although the Golden Bell Cover had amazing defensive power, it consumed a large amount of spiritual energy to maintain. Ren Xiaoyao knew that he couldn't just passively defend himself. He had to find a way to counterattack as soon as possible, otherwise, sooner or later, Senior Brother Lieyang would exhaust his spiritual energy.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

A series of metal collision sounds resounded throughout the arena. Under Senior Brother Lieyang's violent attack, Ren Xiaoyao was like a small boat in the raging waves, which could capsize at any time.

Elder Xuanfeng watched the dangerous battle on the stage with a frown on his face. Although he admired Ren Xiaoyao's courage and perseverance, he was also worried that he would eventually be defeated by Senior Brother Lieyang's fierce attack.

The head of the sect had a calm expression on his face. He watched the fight on the ring quietly, and seemed to have immense confidence in Ren Xiaoyao.

Senior Sister Leng Yue's gaze always stayed on Ren Xiaoyao. Although she appeared cold as ice on the surface, she was secretly worried deep down in her heart.

While fending off the attacks, Ren Xiaoyao was also constantly observing Senior Brother Lieyang's moves, looking for his flaws. He found that although Senior Brother Lieyang's attacks were fierce, they lacked variety, and there was a brief pause after each attack.

"It's now!"

Ren Xiaoyao seized an opportunity and suddenly withdrew the Golden Bell Cover during the attack of Senior Brother Lieyang. His figure flashed and he appeared behind Senior Brother Lieyang like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand stabbed at Senior Brother Lieyang's back like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Senior Brother Lieyang noticed the unusual movement behind him, was startled, and quickly turned around to block.

The two swords collided, sparking a burst of sparks.

Ren Xiaoyao used the recoil force to quickly distance himself, then used the Golden Bell Cover again to block Senior Brother Lieyang's counterattack.

"Damn kid!" Senior Brother Lieyang was furious. He didn't expect Ren Xiaoyao to be so cunning and be able to seize the opportunity of his attack to counterattack.

Although Ren Xiaoyao temporarily withstood the attack, his spiritual energy was greatly depleted, and beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead. He had to find a way to counterattack as soon as possible, otherwise he would be defeated.

"Brother Xiaoyao..." Xia Lin stared at Ren Xiaoyao nervously from the audience, her hands clenched tightly together, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

Senior Brother Lieyang raised his long sword again, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, "Boy, I wonder how long you can hold on!"

He suddenly leaped up, his long sword wrapped in a sharp blade aura, and slashed towards Ren Xiaoyao like a golden lightning... Ren Xiaoyao's eyes, in the dim light of the golden bell, flashed with a gleam of determination... He whispered, "It's not over yet..."

The golden lightning-like blade, swathed in Senior Brother Lieyang's fury, struck the Golden Bell Cover fiercely, emitting a deafening roar. Ren Xiaoyao groaned, his body thrown back repeatedly by the immense force, each step leaving a deep imprint on the hard platform.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin's heart was in her throat. She tightly grasped the sleeve of the girl beside her. Her knuckles turned white from excessive force, and her eyes were full of worry and anxiety.

The disciples around the ring were also shocked by this thrilling scene. They held their breath and stared at the ring without blinking, afraid of missing any details.

"Ren Xiaoyao is still one step behind..."

"Yes, Senior Brother Lieyang's attack was like a violent storm, and he was completely unable to resist."

Some disciples were whispering, unable to hide their concern for Ren Xiaoyao.

Elder Xuanfeng's brows furrowed even more. He subconsciously wanted to intervene to stop the fight, but ultimately held back. He believed in Ren Xiaoyao, and even more so in the significance of this competition.

Only the head of the sect remained calm. His deep gaze seemed to penetrate through the crowd and saw the determination and indomitable spirit in Ren Xiaoyao's eyes.

"Come again!" Seeing that he could not defeat the enemy after a long time, Senior Brother Lieyang became even more angry. He shouted and raised the long sword in his hand high again. The golden spiritual power surged around him and turned into a roaring golden tiger. With the power to destroy the world, he pounced towards Ren Xiaoyao.

"Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!" Xia Lin couldn't help but exclaim. She wanted to rush onto the ring and fight side by side with Ren Xiaoyao, but she knew that she couldn't do that.

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath and mobilized all the remaining spiritual power in his body. The light of the golden bell became brighter again, covering him and the giant golden tiger.

The deafening explosion resounded through the sky, the entire arena shook violently, and smoke and dust filled the air, covering the sky and the sun.

Everyone stared at the cloud of dust, wanting to know the final outcome.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing the scene on the ring.

Ren Xiaoyao knelt on one knee, the long sword in his hand deeply embedded in the ground, supporting his body. His face was pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had reached the end of his strength.

On the other hand, although Senior Brother Lieyang's breath was also a little disordered, his condition was much better than Ren Xiaoyao's.

"Boy, you lost!" Senior Brother Lieyang raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Ren Xiaoyao, his eyes full of the pride of a winner.

However, Ren Xiaoyao ignored his words. He slowly raised his head, stared at Senior Brother Lieyang with burning eyes, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Senior Brother Lieyang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He was about to ask when he saw Ren Xiaoyao move.

He did not stand up, but remained kneeling on one knee, holding the long sword in his right hand and slowly raising his left hand...