Soft, warm, and fragrant; easily pushed over; the obsessive demon king becomes addicted to pampering

On the other hand, Liang Qing's situation seemed better. His burly body only took a small step back.

But the arrogant and mocking smug look on his face was no longer visible.

Instead, he looked solemn and surprised! Clearly, he hadn't expected this seemingly unremarkable young man to possess such strength…

Lin Yan took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic emotions, and gripped the long sword in his hand tightly.

After carefully analyzing the situation in his mind, he realized that Liang Qing was indeed a veteran who had won many battles in the arena, and his strength was truly formidable.

He knew, of course, that with his current abilities, there was almost no chance of winning if he chose to confront Liang Qing head-on.

His opponent clearly had the upper hand in both strength and defense. But he did not despair because of this. He knew clearly that his greatest advantage lay in his speed and superb swordsmanship.

"It seems that only a swift victory can offer a glimmer of hope!" he thought to himself.

With his eyes narrowed and his figure flashing, Lin Yan shot out like an arrow released from a bow. The long sword in his hand was wrapped in an incomparably sharp sword aura, emitting a sharp and ear-piercing whistling sound, as it rushed towards Liang Qing.

In an instant, a series of deafening impacts echoed throughout the arena, "Bang bang bang bang..."

Faced with Lin Yan's swift offensive, Liang Qing was caught off guard and forced to adopt a defensive stance.

But defense is his advantage! He believes Lin Yan can't break through his defense! Although he can't attack right now, as long as he keeps this stalemate going, victory will naturally be his when his opponent runs out of energy.

Lin Yan, with his meticulous mind, was well aware of this.

In just over ten seconds, he had already made over a hundred consecutive moves from the same spot.

No matter how impregnable Liang Qing's defenses were, they would eventually show weaknesses and cracks under such a relentless barrage of attacks.

However, as time went on, Lin Yan felt his physical strength being rapidly depleted, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

If the deadlock cannot be broken soon, then the one who will ultimately lose will be oneself!

Several more sharp sword strikes came hurtling in, violently bombarding the protective barrier. A series of muffled impacts echoed incessantly.

The protective barrier was immediately rippled with layers of demonic energy, spreading outwards like water ripples.

Under this intense and ferocious attack, there seemed to be a slight loosening for a fleeting moment.

"Damn it!" Liang Qing could no longer suppress his anger and frustration, and couldn't help but curse under his breath!

Having roamed the martial world for so many years, he had never been forced into such a wretched and miserable situation as he is today!

If things continue like this, he might be the first to run out of strength. He must turn the tables and take the initiative!

Liang Qing's eyes widened in fury, and he clenched his right fist, unleashing a furious punch at Lin Yan. This punch contained the full power of his body, its ferocity astonishing.

As the fist flashed through the air, a sharp and piercing sonic boom resounded all around!

Without a doubt, if this punch were to hit its target, even Lin Yan, with his strength, would likely find it difficult to withstand. Even if he didn't die, he would at least be left paralyzed.

Just as Liang Qing unleashed his full power in that punch, Lin Yan, who had been searching for an opening, finally got his chance.

The moment Liang Qing made his move, a crack appeared in the protective barrier around him! Although the crack was fleeting, it was enough for Lin Yan.

now!

Lin Yan was faced with a difficult choice! If he chose to use his speed to avoid Liang Qing's terrifying punch, he could undoubtedly avoid injury for the time being! But at the same time, he would also miss this excellent opportunity to win with one move.

At the critical moment!

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yan acted decisively! He swiftly mobilized all the spiritual energy within his body, gathering it in his palm. Instantly, his body shone brightly, and powerful spiritual energy surged forth like a raging torrent.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, their eyes glued to the crucial moment that would decide the outcome, afraid of missing any exciting detail.

Everyone present, including Tong Guang, believed that Lin Yan would definitely choose to dodge Liang Qing's aggressive punches.

After all, this is just a game, not a life-or-death struggle.

No one wants to put themselves in a half-dead state just to win a game.

If Lin Yan chooses to avoid this attack, then he will never find any opportunity to break through Liang Qing's defense!

In this way, the scales of victory will tip completely in Liang Qing's favor.

However, what everyone was thinking was not what Lin Yan truly believed. At the crucial moment, he made a decision that left everyone speechless.

He poured all his spiritual power into the sword in his hand without reservation. In an instant, the longsword shone with a cold light, dazzling and brilliant, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky.

At the same time, surging spiritual energy burst forth from the sword.

Lin Yan showed no sign of backing down and fearlessly met Liang Qing's punch head-on.

This sword strike, imbued with all his power, slashed fiercely at the fist shadow with the force of a thunderbolt. It was instantly shattered and scattered!

The long sword in his hand did not stop there. Like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, it continued to forge ahead with an indomitable spirit!

Upon seeing this, Liang Qing was immediately terrified, his face turning deathly pale. He dared not delay for a moment, hastily channeling all the demonic power within him to defend himself…

Just as the crack was about to be repaired, Lin Yan's sword flashed like a ghost, piercing straight into it and stopping abruptly just past his neck!

Liang Qing's eyes widened in terror! He swallowed hard, his throat moving with difficulty.

At this moment, the longsword pressed tightly against his neck gleamed with a cold light, its sharp sword energy roaring like a ferocious tiger, seemingly about to tear him to shreds at any moment.

"Is this guy crazy?" Liang Qing thought to himself, feeling miserable. He had never encountered such a crazy opponent before, who was willing to risk his life to win a match.

"I...I admit defeat!" Liang Qing's voice trembled as he stammered out the words through gritted teeth.

Although the arena has clear rules prohibiting participants from intentionally killing others during the competition, "accidental killing" is not uncommon in the fiercely competitive environment.

Liang Qing knew better than anyone else that this was the case, after all, he had done this kind of thing many times before...

As the saying goes, those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose!

Whoever gets scared first loses...