Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Xu San'er was as agile as a yo-yo, rolling around the arena and after circling the arena several times, he roughly figured out the man's speed.

He seized the opportunity and threw a fireball behind him, which hit Zhang Huai right in the middle.

With a loud "boom," the fireball exploded. Fortunately, Zhang Huai was carrying a protective magic artifact; otherwise, this accurate and steady ball could have sent him flying.

Xu San'er glanced back from a short distance ahead and muttered to himself, "What a pity."

Seeing that the person was getting angry, he quickly continued running away, shouting as he ran:

"Senior brother, please don't chase after me! I... I'm not very strong. Oh dear, I'm exhausted..."

"You bastard Xu San'er, how dare you ambush me! I won't let you get away with this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swiftly closed in on the other end.

No sooner said than done, Xu San'er, who was focused on guarding against his anger, saw the man chasing after him and immediately activated the speed-up spell, leaving only his back view.

Before running away, he threw a small mud trap flag on the ground, hoping that the tigers and wolves behind him would fall into it quickly.

This time, Zhang Huai was smarter. He realized that the fat man was slippery and was keeping a close eye on him!

As the small flag floated down, Zhang Huai suddenly stopped and pocketed the flag that he had not yet activated.

Xu San'er was so heartbroken that she wanted to roll around on the ground in distress.

"Senior Brother Zhang Huai, you have to return the battle flag to me after you win..."

"Ha! Enough with your nonsense, take this sword strike first!"

"Alright, senior brother!"

Xu San'er suddenly stopped, took out a black jade abacus from his storage pouch, and took a step back to the right.

Who would have thought that Xu San'er, while being chased, would actually stop?

Zhang Huai was startled, but the sword's momentum had already been unleashed, charging straight forward. Just as the black jade abacus was about to be sliced ​​down, he worried that the cunning fat man had other tricks up his sleeve, so he dared not meet the attack head-on.

He abruptly stopped his sword strike and dodged to the left.

Then I saw that Xu San'er actually ran in the opposite direction and continued to run away, with no intention of killing anyone at all.

He swallowed the rusty taste of the sword energy backlash, determined to stop it. Zhang Huai was no longer going to play cat and mouse with this fat man.

We need to get serious from the start.

Although Xu San'er was quick to escape, he knew in his heart that he couldn't afford to lose this round either.

If he loses, Zhang Huai will activate the Heavenly Net at the last moment and claim the victory as his own.

The combined power of Zhu Wuyao and Hua Yingting will be destroyed in an instant, and the next two days will be even more difficult to deal with.

Hua Ying was tending to her injuries off the field when she saw the scene of the fighters chasing each other on the fighting stage. She found it both comical and worrying.

"Ah Yao, will he win?"

"The two of us have broken through the Heavenly Net's power, which is equivalent to cutting off Zhang Huai's arm. If he still can't deal with it, then the spirit stones will have been wasted. Don't worry."

Zhang Huai swung his sword, but the sword light was just a cover. As the sword light came, an upside-down sieve followed closely behind and covered the area.

"Look, that's Senior Brother Zhang Huai's magic weapon!"

"This must be the Heavenly Net. It seems Jin Yuanbao is going to suffer a loss this time!"

Everyone thought the so-called "Heavenly Net" was a sieve with holes that fell from the sky. Only those who knew his background understood that Zhang Huai had run out of tricks.

If a true net of heaven and earth could be cast, why would it take so long for people to jump around in panic?

A few people subtly cast their gazes toward Zhu Wuyao and Hua Yingting.

Let alone these new generation disciples, even the older generation only vaguely understood what was going on after suffering losses at Tianluo's hands.

Fortunately, Zhang Huai was a sensible person who knew who he could bully and who he couldn't.

This time, we stumbled. We didn't expect there to be such a tough opponent among the new generation of disciples.

Some people dare not fully trust Zhang Huai, and are unwilling to tie their own wins and losses to others, but are happy to see that Zhang Huai is sensible and does not play tricks in front of them, but only casts a net on others.

These few people were happy to see the enemies killing each other, and none of them said a word to offer any advice.

Whether it's Zhu Wuyao and his group having their power suppressed, or Zhang Huai's Tianluo faction having their power suppressed, it's all good.

On the fighting stage.

Xu San'er had three or four iron armor talismans attached to him, surrounded by a protective aura, and a string of small bells in front of him.

She pushed the sieve that had been brought over her head back, muttering to herself:

"Luckily, I was well-prepared. I anticipated that you would have something like a net to trap you. Heh, you were right. This is my trump card... You'd better pull it together..."

Zhang Huai's face flushed red with anger, and he strained to shove the unsightly round rat into the sieve.

The sound of the bell grew increasingly faint and fragmented until it finally shattered completely. A flicker of heartache crossed Xu San'er's eyes, which quickly turned to astonishment. He could only watch helplessly as the sieve was lowered.

In an instant, the clouds and smoke on the dueling platform dissipated, leaving only a round, pot-like sieve covering the people inside, and Zhang Huai, panting heavily and laughing wildly with his hands on his hips.

Zhu Wuyao grasped Hua Yingting's wrist, secretly pondering how to reverse the tide in the next round while minimizing the damage.

Hua Yingting closed her eyes, looking somewhat dejected, but didn't say anything to blame him.

The next instant, a deafening roar rang in her ears, and Hua Yingting abruptly opened her eyes, looking towards the dueling platform—

Zhang Huai, confident of victory, finally unleashed his inescapable trap.

But at that moment, a bombing sound suddenly came from inside the sieve. The power was so strong that it blasted cracks into the sieve artifact.

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief. Was Xu San'er out of his mind?

The next moment, a tortoise shell rolled out.

After shaking it three times, Xu San'er's tortoise shell magic artifact also perished. He was heartbroken, but still laughed heartily with a touch of magnanimity and said:

"You've finally unleashed your Heavenly Net!"

He conjured three or four magical weapons in his hand and shouted, "Take this: Zhenrong Cone, Golden Lock Rope, Reverse-Broken Double Blades, and Cinnamon Boots!"

Zhang Huai reacted quickly, dodging repeatedly.

But all they heard was the sound of bombardment; it turned out to be just four strangely shaped fireballs!

He realized he'd been tricked, but didn't know why, as he heard Xu San'er's smug voice in his ear—

"Sisters, please lend me a hand!"

The Heavenly Net's spiritual patterns rippled faintly, almost solidifying into a tangible form!

Zhang Huai's face changed drastically, turning ashen. He saw the chilling sword intent, the swaying pink lotus, and Xu San'er attacking with his treasure.

But what he feared was not these things, but the Heavenly Luo Spirit Pattern!

"What's this?!"

"How could lines extend into the arena formation? What's going on?"

Zhu Wuyao grasped the Wufeng Sword. With a light stroke, the Falling Leaf Sword Intent immediately resonated with it. Her other hand grasped Hua Yingting, continuously channeling spiritual energy into her.

Hua Yingting flipped her wrist, and a green spiritual incantation flashed, echoing the pink lotus in the array.

The spiritual patterns within the great formation rippled faintly, becoming increasingly clear, and split into six segments, each connecting to the two women, Feng Chen, Shi Tao, and Xiao Qingyu, as well as an unfamiliar fellow disciple.

"This is the Heavenly Net, which can be aided by the power of those outside the arena."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Wuyao helped Hua Yingting to her feet.

Zhang Zhihan makes a lot of sense; this is just a third-rate trick.

Once exposed to the light, they will have nowhere to hide and will melt away like snow.

They can no longer stir up trouble.