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On the fifth ring, Yan Jin vigorously wiped the shocking trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with a fighting spirit even stronger than before. He once again raised the flaming sword high in the air and roared at the top of his lungs, "Flame Dragon Fury Technique!" At that moment, the flames on the flaming sword seemed to break free from some restraint, becoming a physical entity. A lifelike, majestic fire dragon, claws and fangs bared, pounced fiercely at Shuang Ling. The temperature around them instantly soared to an unbearable extreme, as if the very air was ignited by the scorching heat.

Frost Ling's expression instantly grew grim upon witnessing this horrifying sight, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes. He resolutely held the Frost Sword across his body and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ice Phoenix, Frost Breaks!" The Ice Phoenix swung its broad wings fiercely, carrying an endless chill that pierced the bones as it charged towards the menacing Fire Dragon with unstoppable momentum.

The Flame Dragon and the Ice Phoenix collided fiercely once again. The massive energy shockwaves this time caused startling cracks to appear across the arena, spreading rapidly like a spider web. Both Yan Jin and Shuang Ling were violently shaken and sent flying by the terrifying recoil. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground like kites with their strings cut, raising a cloud of dust.

They struggled to get up from the ground bit by bit, their hands holding the swords trembling slightly uncontrollably, but their gazes remained firm as they walked towards each other step by step, each step seeming so heavy yet so determined.

On the No. 8 ring, the battle between Yingsha and Guangyou has reached a critical moment of life and death.

The Shadow Sword in Yingsha's hand flashed with an eerie and terrifying light. He moved his lips slightly and whispered, "Shadow Soul-Destroying Curse!" In an instant, the power of darkness surged from his body like a flood, forming a terrifyingly huge dark vortex. The vortex carried an endless devouring force, frantically trying to swallow Guangyou whole.

Guangyou clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged due to excessive force. The sword of holy light in his hand burst into an extremely dazzling light, and he shouted loudly: "Ode to the Protection of Holy Light!" An extremely powerful holy light shield instantly appeared around him, stubbornly resisting the eroding power of the dark vortex like a tide.

Seeing this, Yingsha unhesitatingly increased his magical output, and the dark vortex's power continued to grow stronger, its powerful suction threatening to draw everything in. Guangyou, unwilling to be outdone, poured all his magical power into the Sword of Holy Light without reservation. With his efforts, the Holy Light Shield grew stronger and stronger, like an indestructible fortress.

Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, with no clear solution, Yingsha suddenly flashed and disappeared in an instant. The next moment, he appeared above Guangyou's head, stabbing straight down with the Shadow Sword in his hand. Guangyou looked up, a glint of determination in his eyes, and without hesitation, he raised the Holy Sword of Light to meet the attack.

"Bang!" A deafening roar echoed, and the two were once again thrown apart by this powerful force. They gasped for breath, their chests heaving violently, but their eyes remained fixed on each other, as if they wanted to defeat each other with their gaze.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire stadium was extremely tense. Everyone held their breath unconsciously, waiting for the final outcome without blinking.

On the fifth ring, Yan Jin and Shuang Ling were both at the end of their strength, but their wills were still as firm as steel.

Yan Jin struggled to lift the flaming sword that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. His voice was as hoarse as an old bellows, but still full of shocking power: "Flame Dragon Burning World Art!" The flames on the flaming sword surged wildly, and the surging momentum seemed to burn everything in the world to ashes, leaving no trace.

Shuang Ling held the Frost Sword tightly in both hands, his eyes as resolute as ice that had not melted for ten thousand years: "Ice Phoenix Proud of Snow Art!" The Ice Phoenix let out a clear and long cry, the voice was full of indomitable spirit and tenacity, and the cold air spread out, as if to completely freeze the extremely hot flames.

The Flame Dragon and the Ice Phoenix collided once more. This time, there was no earth-shattering, deafening roar, only an invisible yet incredibly powerful wave of force that slowly spread out. Yan Jin and Shuang Ling exhausted the last bit of their strength and collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

On the eighth ring, Yingsha and Guangyou also ushered in the final decisive moment.

Yingsha was panting heavily, and the power of darkness continued to condense on the Shadow Sword: "Shadow Fatal Slash!" He used up the last bit of magic power in his body and launched a final charge towards Guangyou like an arrow from a bow, with such momentum that it seemed as if he wanted to die together with Guangyou.

Guangyou was also exhausted at this time, but he still stubbornly raised the Sword of Holy Light and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Holy Light Judgment Strike!" The Sword of Holy Light shone brightly, as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky, and faced Yingsha without hesitation.

Their swords clashed once more, and this time, time seemed to stand still. Finally, Yingsha's figure slowly fell, like a falling leaf. Guangyou knelt on one knee, supporting his shaky body with his sword.

At this moment, the entire stadium was silent, as if you could hear the sound of a pin drop. A moment later, a thunderous cheer erupted, the sound threatening to overturn the entire stadium.

Look at the No. 9 arena, Feng Ji from the Wind Demon City and Yan Gang from the Stone Demon City are engaged in a thrilling and exciting fierce battle.

Feng Ji's figure was as nimble as a mountain monkey, the Wind Spirit Sword in his hand as light as the wind, and the air swirled around the sword, as if it had merged with the wind. Yan Gang, on the other hand, was as sturdy as a small mountain, and the huge stone sword in his hand was extremely heavy. Every swing of it brought with it the majestic momentum of a mountain.

As soon as the match began, Feng Ji launched the first attack without hesitation. He flashed and rushed in front of Yan Gang like the wind. He swung the Wind Spirit Sword in his hand and shouted sharply: "Dancing Wind Blades!" In an instant, countless extremely sharp wind blades swept towards Yan Gang like wild horses.

Yan Gang was as steady as a rock, his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, his hands tightly grasped the giant stone sword, and he shouted like a bell: "Stone shield protection!" An extremely huge stone shield appeared out of thin air in an instant, blocking all the wind blades that came from the sky, making a "ding-dang-dang" sound.

Seeing this, Feng Ji's sword skills suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Wind Strangulation!" The Wind Spirit Sword caused the surrounding airflow to form a huge vortex in an instant. The vortex had a strong suction force and tried to draw Yan Gang into it.

Yan Gang was not in a hurry. He stomped his foot hard and roared, "Rock attack!" The whole person and the giant stone sword in his hand instantly turned into a huge stone shadow, and broke through the powerful wind vortex with courage that no one could match.

The two fought back and forth, neither giving in. Feng Ji, with his incredibly agile movements and incredibly fast attacks, constantly sought Yan Gang's weaknesses. Yan Gang, on the other hand, relied on his immense strength and iron-clad defense to stubbornly resist Feng Ji's wave after wave of attacks.

"Wild wind, annihilate!" Feng Ji leaped high into the air, his entire body like a soaring eagle. A terrifying storm force condensed from the Wind Spirit Sword, slashing down with the force of a splitting earth.

Yan Gang opened his eyes wide, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "The rock mountain collapses!" The light on the giant stone sword was shining brightly, and it met Feng Ji's powerful attack.

"Boom!" A deafening roar echoed, and the two were thrown back several steps by the immense recoil. A trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of Feng Ji's mouth, and Yan Gang's arms trembled slightly, as if under tremendous pressure.

But they showed no sign of retreating. They gripped their swords once more and advanced on the enemy. Feng Ji's attacks grew fiercer, each one carrying a killing intent. Yan Gang's defense also intensified, like an iron wall.

Just when everyone thought the match was about to reach a stalemate, Feng Ji suddenly changed the momentum of his sword and shouted, "Feng Yin Juesha!" His figure instantly disappeared in the wind, as if completely merging with it. The next moment, he appeared behind Yan Gang.

Yan Gang was startled, but it was too late to turn around and defend himself. Feng Ji's Wind Spirit Sword pierced Yan Gang's back without hesitation.

Yan Gang groaned and knelt on one knee, but he still held the boulder sword tightly in his hand, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes. He wanted to stand up and fight back again.

Feng Ji did not give Yan Gang any chance. He swung his sword again and shouted, "The wind will decide the outcome!" A powerful wind burst out in an instant, knocking Yan Gang to the ground like a strong wind and huge waves.

Seeing this, the host announced loudly: "Feng Ji wins!" The audience below immediately cheered, and the sound was like surging waves, one after another.