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Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the thrilling and fierce duel of the Demon Saint Group kicked off between Leng Wuhen of Ice City and Yan Jiao of Red Flame City.

Leng Wuhen wore an ice-blue robe, woven from no ordinary fabric, but rather condensed from the essence of millennia-old ice. Every fiber shimmered with a cold, dim light, as brilliant as the stars yet utterly icy. His face was stern, like an unmelted iceberg, unsmiling, as if the world's joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness were irrelevant to him. His eyes, as deep and cold as the stars, emanated a bone-chilling chill so intense that one dared not meet their gaze, fearing it would instantly freeze one's soul and plunge one into eternal damnation. The ice sword in his hand exuded an even colder aura, with faint ice crystals condensing around the blade, as if the sword possessed an independent will, constantly and wantonly radiating icy energy, as if determined to freeze the entire world into an eternal ice field.

Yan Jiao was clad in a fiery crimson suit that seemed solidified from raging flames, every inch radiating a fiery glow, like a dancing spirit of fire. He was a massive, muscular figure, his muscles bulging with strength, each one as solid as iron, as if forged from scalding magma. He was imbued with a breathtaking power and explosive force. His eyes blazed with fire, his fervent gaze seemingly capable of burning everything before him to ash. It was filled with fervor and dominance, as if he were the master of fire, and all creation bowed before his blaze. The Red Flame Sword in his hand burned with a blazing fire, its intensity so intense it resembled the infernal flames gushing forth from the depths of hell. Its searing aura evoked the sensation of being in an unbearably scorching furnace, searing the skin with a burning pain, as if it would be scorched at any moment.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, the sound, like a clarion call to arms, instantly shattered the stillness of the arena. Yan Jiao, impatiently launching a furious attack, roared, "Red Flame Spreads!" The sound resonated like thunder, shaking the very souls of everyone present. With a single swing of the Red Flame Sword, a surging, overwhelming wave of flames roared out. Like a wild horse unbridled, the blazing wave rolled towards Leng Wuhen, carrying a furious, destructive momentum. Wherever the flames passed, the air crackled and distorted, as if space itself were being melted by the incomparably scorching force, shattering into nothingness. The entire arena soared in temperature, transforming into a gigantic furnace, the heat unbearable. The sweat that had barely seeped off the skin evaporated instantly, vanishing without a trace.

Leng Wuhen remained unmoved. He snorted coldly, a sound like the biting wind of an arctic land, icy and merciless, as if it could instantly freeze everything in the world: "Ice for a Thousand Miles!" The icy sword danced lightly and gracefully, seemingly careless movements yet imbued with boundless power. A burst of intense cold erupted, and the surrounding water vapor froze into ice at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly forming an impenetrable wall of ice. The ice wall was crystal clear and magnificently beautiful, yet it exuded a chilling chill, as if it could instantly freeze all life, forever sealing it within this icy world. A massive wave of flames crashed fiercely against the ice wall, making a loud hissing sound, like a fierce confrontation between water and fire, each refusing to yield, each striving to utterly destroy the other. Steam spread, obscuring the sky and the sun, instantly shrouding both figures, making it difficult to discern the details of the battle.

Seeing this, Yan Jiao's eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead. He exerted his strength once more. "Fire Explosion!" he roared, his voice filled with rage and unwavering determination. The flames on the Red Flame Sword suddenly contracted, like a powerful spring compressed to the limit, and then instantly exploded with even greater violence and ferocity, transforming into countless blazing fireballs that slammed into Leng Wuhen like a meteor shower. The fireballs were incomparably blazing, trailing long, dazzling flames. They left a trail of scorching heat wherever they passed, like the wrathful mark left by the God of Fire.

Leng Wuhen's expression was solemn, not daring to allow the slightest negligence. "Ice Soul Guard!" he shouted, thrusting his icy sword into the ground without hesitation. His hands formed seals with swift and precise movements. A thick layer of ice rapidly spread from him, spreading outward like ripples on a calm lake. The ice thickened, forming a vast, impenetrable shield that impenetrably protected him. Fireballs rained down upon the shield, sending up countless shards of ice and sparks. The shards danced wildly in the air, like shimmering ice crystals, while the sparks instantly died out, transforming into wisps of smoke that vanished into the air.

The two exchanged sword moves, neither yielding, the battle fierce and intense. Yan Jiao's attacks were like a raging fire, fierce and furious, each one brimming with boundless passion and devastating power, as if threatening to burn the entire world to ash. Leng Wuhen's defense was like unbreakable ice, steady as a mountain. Each block was perfectly timed, precisely turning Yan Jiao's violent attacks into nothingness, displaying astonishing composure and superb skill.

At this moment, Yan Jiao suddenly leaped high, his body spinning rapidly in the air like a raging, flaming whirlwind. "Red Flame Dragon!" He poured all his strength into the Red Flame Sword, and a massive flaming dragon appeared out of thin air. The dragon was lifelike, its fangs and claws bared, and billowing flames from its mouth. With a terrifying aura of devastating destruction, it pounced towards Leng Wuhen. Wherever the flaming dragon passed, the air burned, emitting a painful groaning sound, as if to tell the world that its power was unstoppable.

Leng Wuhen's eyes glared, a flicker of determination in them. "Ice Shoot!" he shouted, and the Ice Sword flew out of his hand. The blade instantly transformed into countless icy arrows, flashing with a chilling light, like a group of cold emissaries from the bitter cold of winter, and shot towards the flaming dragon without hesitation. The ice arrows and the flames collided, emitting a fierce "crackling" sound, like firecrackers exploding in the night sky, brilliant and thrilling.

In the breathtaking, earth-shaking collision of the ice arrows and the flaming dragon, a light as dazzling as an exploding sun, so intense it was impossible to gaze directly upon it. Contained within that light were both extreme cold and scorching heat, it seemed to ruthlessly tear the world apart, plunging it into endless chaos. The powerful energy impact caused the entire arena to tremble violently, and countless fine cracks appeared on the ground, rapidly spreading like a spider web, extending madly in all directions.

Yan Jiao clenched his teeth, their chattering as if in immense pain. He gripped the Red Flame Sword tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning pale as snow from the strain. The veins on his forehead bulged like serpentine earthworms as he struggled to control the giant dragon of fire, attempting to break through Leng Wuhen's ice arrow blockade. His eyes burned with an unyielding fire, as if determined to incinerate all obstacles before him, no matter the cost.