I Have a Golden Crow

And when she summoned two Fire Fox Illusions and charged in aggressively, a Wind-Fire Pillar swept forth, shattering both Fire Fox Illusions in succession and sending the leaping Two-tailed Fire Fox flying all at once.

Du Yu stepped onto Ye Mingsheng’s shoulder with one foot, flipping him over completely.

It’s worth mentioning that Ye Mingsheng’s body suffered serious trauma, still trembling, including the fact that he’s been desperately resisting the rampaging Demon Breath that invaded his body—all of this, every bit, was because of that single Spark Splash earlier.

Only once!

People initially thought that Ye Mingsheng’s victory over Li Mengnan was already impressive, but they never expected that, with Du Yu...

They witnessed what it truly meant to be utterly crushed!

That was a kind of despair—a despair with not even a glimmer of hope for victory.

”Dong!” A muffled thud!

The moment Du Yu’s eyes met Ye Mingsheng’s, he stomped hard on Ye Mingsheng’s face.

This kind of move was obviously not Du Yu’s usual combat style.

Such a kick, in fact, rather resembled Li Mengnan’s style?

”Ugh~” Ye Mingsheng let out a strange guttural sound, his vision darkened, his mind becoming even more muddled.

Around the arena, there was complete silence.

”No rules, huh?” Du Yu spun the Silver Blade in his hand, dropping to one knee.

”Hey! That’s enough already!” someone shouted from the western crowd, ”The match can be over now!”

But Du Yu ignored them, repeating the departing coach’s words: ”Free time, free will, take your own risks.”

”Hiss!” Suddenly, a roar sounded again.

Du Yu’s gaze sharpened!

Eye of Burning Sun· Hunting Moment!

The whole world’s speed suddenly slowed, and from Ye Mingsheng’s chest, blobs of mud spurted out and slowly gathered, forming sharp claws, inching toward Du Yu’s face.

Directly ahead, Xiaoyan’s rushing movement seemed to freeze in place, her pair of fiery red long tails swelling, with golden tufts at the tips, stunningly beautiful.

”Ah!”

”Watch out!” Amid shouts of alarm, the world in Du Yu’s eyes returned instantly to normal speed.

The next moment, everyone was stunned; Lin Shiwei, watching from the sidelines, her beautiful eyes shone even brighter.

At such close range—a surprise attack so sudden—Du Yu actually jerked his head aside and dodged?

The Patterned Silver Blade in his hand instantly transformed into a shield, slamming the lunging half-mud body heavily to one side!

What kind of reflexes are those?

The Mud Soul Imprisonment’s body was knocked off balance, and Xiaoyan’s twin long tails lashed out: ”Ying!”

Pa! Pa!

As the Demon Breath Battle Robe of Mud Soul Imprisonment shattered, muddy sludge splattered all over the Patterned Shield.

”Wuwu~ wuwu...” Mud Soul Imprisonment, supporting her battered body, retreated.

Du Yu, holding the shield now plastered in mud, viciously smashed it back down on the target below him.

With a dull thud, Ye Mingsheng’s head went blank, his consciousness completely fading away.

”All right, enough!”

”It’s over, it’s over!” Several former Disciples summoned their courage and quickly stepped out from behind the Demon Plant Barrier.

”Woo!” Xiaoyan let out a Fox Cry, gathering a Fireball before her face, aiming toward the outside of the arena.

At once, the crowd watching dispersed in panic, and those trying to rush in froze in place, hastily dodging.

”Ah!”

”No, don’t!” Amid screams and cries to stop him, Du Yu stabbed the Silver Blade straight into Ye Mingsheng’s mouth!

”Du Yu!” This time, even the coach couldn’t stay calm, hurriedly shouting to stop him.

But the Patterned Silver Blade didn’t stab through—instead, it slashed sharply along the corner of Ye Mingsheng’s mouth.

”Aaaah! Aaaah!” In a daze, Ye Mingsheng couldn’t help but scream in agony under the excruciating pain.

The left corner of his mouth, torn open by the Silver Blade, the wound stretching across his cheek; amidst the bloody mess, a row of teeth was visible.

Du Yu turned to look at the Paper Crane Disciple to the east, clutching the Patterned Silver Blade tightly, pressing it to Ye Mingsheng’s other mouth corner:

”Someone just told me, don’t cover your own ears—tear their mouths apart.”

As soon as he finished, Du Yu’s Patterned Silver Blade slashed brutally along the enemy’s right mouth corner!

”Aaaah! Aaaah...”

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