Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Ding!

As the starting bell rang, both players instantly charged towards each other.

In the blink of an eye, they had both advanced to the center, their swords and axes clashing heavily, sparking dazzling flames!

Zhao Tiancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression immediately became somewhat serious.

He had tried his best to overestimate his opponent, but he never expected that he would still underestimate him by a large margin.

After all, he possesses an SS-level strength-based talent, and in the entire competition, only Gu Shanhe and Ye Fan can rival him in terms of strength.

But now, we have to add this guy to the mix.

Zhao Tiancheng took a deep breath, pulled back the giant axe he had swung, then leaped up with a powerful kick, raising the battle axe high in both hands, and slashed down heavily on Ye Chen's head like a tiger descending a mountain!

Whoosh!

The sharp giant axe seemed to cleave the air itself, descending upon Ye Chen's head with an extremely fierce and domineering aura, causing the entire audience to gasp in surprise.

If that axe were to fall, Ye Chen's head would probably be split open!

However, facing such a terrifying attack, Ye Chen remained calm as always, even with a faint smile on his face. He simply took a step back, and the sharp giant axe grazed his nose, the distance between them less than three centimeters!

boom!

With a single swing of the axe, a violent shockwave instantly swept out, creating a massive crater several meters in radius on the arena floor, causing the entire stadium to tremble slightly.

The audience gasped in shock at the sight. How terrifying must that be? Could it cause an earthquake in the entire stadium with a single axe strike?

Ye Fan, standing in the stands, stroked his chin, a meaningful smile on his face as he looked at Ye Chen on the stage.

"In terms of pure strength, even I can't possibly defeat Zhao Tiancheng. How will you deal with it?"

At this moment, Zhao Tiancheng on the stage was not discouraged when he saw his axe miss. Instead, he gathered his momentum again and attacked Ye Chen with the force of thunder, giving the latter no chance to breathe!

Zhao Tiancheng had thought it through clearly. When facing such an unfathomable and powerful opponent, the best course of action was to completely overwhelm the opponent right from the start and not give them any chance to fight back!

In fact, Zhao Tiancheng's strategy worked.

Faced with Zhao Tiancheng's relentless, mad dog-like attacks, Ye Chen seemed to have no way to counter them.

He could only retreat and dodge, and soon he was forced to the edge of the field. If he took another step back, he would fall out of the field.

Faced with such a great opportunity, Zhao Tiancheng naturally wouldn't let it slip by. He raised his battle axe high once more, gathered all his strength, and slashed at Ye Chen.

At this moment, Ye Chen had no room to dodge. He could either retreat again and fall out of the arena, or he would have no choice but to take the blow head-on.

Zhao Tiancheng was very confident about this.

After all, in terms of strength alone,

He's invincible!

"Roar!"

Zhao Tiancheng roared, his battle axe flashing with golden power, accompanied by a ferocious dragon's roar:

"Dragon-Slaying Mountain-Shattering Strike!"

With a single axe strike, it seemed as if even the heavens and earth changed color.

Its momentum is as deep as an abyss, its power as vast as mountains and seas!

However, facing this terrifying attack, Ye Chen still had that faint smile on his face, and didn't even move his feet. He simply raised the long sword in his hand and then thrust it forward.

"Frozen for thousands of miles!"

In an instant, frost swept out from the sword's edge, enveloping Zhao Tiancheng and spreading rapidly throughout the entire area.

When the frost dissipated, the entire arena floor was covered with a layer of ice, and Zhao Tiancheng was frozen into an ice sculpture, still holding his battle axe in a chopping posture.