Although it was already too late to stop her, Guann Yingjie had shot out like an arrow released from its bow, with no possibility of stopping anymore.

She practically watched helplessly as her junior brother rushed into the white fog.

Guann Yingjie couldn't stand idly by and watch her being attacked, and how could she stand by and watch her junior brother face danger because of her? With a fierce increase in her cultivation, she disregarded her still-unsettled organs, propelled herself forward, and also charged toward the mass of white fog.

With this movement, the clothes that were half hanging on her upper body were instantly torn apart by the wind, her skirt flying into shreds, detaching from her body.

Mulan Qingqing, with her long hair fluttering in the wind, suddenly appeared in just a bare-chested vest, both her snow-white arms exposed, a pair of pants paired with a vest looked odd, but sexy and enchanting.

At this moment, she didn't care whether she was losing dignity, saving someone was urgent, and she had long given up on personal reputation.

Wu Jinliang, who was watching the battle, already roared out in anger, "If you can't afford to lose, then don't play, is this a goddamn one-on-one duel?"

He was so angry he almost carried his sword into the arena, but he had some self-awareness - without his Treasure Robe, charging against someone with High-level Martial Arts Cultivation, especially a disciple of the Su Yuan Sect, would be suicide, so he restrained himself.

"Shameless!"

"Can't afford a loss!"

A crowd of disorganized onlookers also burst out various shouts, unable to contain their anger.

Elite troops on the other side indeed found the situation somewhat awkward but could understand Guann Yingjie's actions. If anything genuinely serious happened to Mulan Qingqing, it would be no small matter.

Mulan Qingqing, leaping toward the white fog, released a palm strike furiously attempting to disperse the obstructive, pervasive fog.

Shi Chun, within the fog, stood with furrowed brows and cold eyes, holding his sword, ready to return like with like.

Guann Yingjie who just entered the fog also panicked slightly, realizing the fog was excessively dense and he could see nothing; this was not mere fog, but rather dust that, due to his speed, hit his face like grains of sand. Although he could not see it, he still estimated Shi Chun's previous position and swung out with both hands with all his might.

His sword swung through empty air, touching nothing, and he knew he had missed. With his momentum still surging, a figure emerged from the smoke on the other side, causing him to be greatly alarmed.

But it was already too late. His vision was compromised in the smoke, but Shi Chun's right eye could see him.

Estimating the speed and trajectory of the incoming attack, Shi Chun was about to slash down with his sword but was momentarily distracted by the peripheral vision of the approaching Mulan Qingqing.

However, the direction of the charge was slightly misaligned and did not directly impact, so it did not affect Shi Chun's sword slash.

However, Guann Yingjie's charging speed was too fast. The slash initially aimed at Guann Yingjie's body, because of that slight hesitation, was slightly slow, immediately letting him avoid a fatal strike.

The No Demon Blade, which slashed down, missed Guann Yingjie's body but hit the calves of his legs instead.

Bang! This strike sent flesh and blood flying, mixed with fragments of bones, the explosive force sending both legs flying obliquely outwards, also affecting the thighs, blasting away nearly half of both thighs as Guann Yingjie uttered a painful grunt.

Simultaneously, a strong whirlwind swept through, clearing the line of sight in the fog for Shi Chun.

This scene was not his first experience; Mulan Qingqing had swept through once before, and it was again her strike this time.

The white fog dispersed in a swoosh, and Guann Yingjie also flew out of the fog, along with the blood that sprayed, which smashed onto the ground and rolled.

Those with sharp eyes instantly noticed Guann Yingjie was much shorter, realizing his legs were gone.

Wan Daoyuan and two others, one showed shock, another stomped their foot, another clucked their tongue; it truly was hard to know what to say about Guann Yingjie. Not to mention the rules, didn't he say last time that he might not be a match for his opponent? How come he suddenly became reckless this time?

They knew Guann Yingjie might not be a match for his opponent, but they really didn't expect Guann Yingjie to not even withstand a single move; in an instant, charged in whole and came out missing legs, what kind of situation was that?

"Junior Brother Guann!"

Two disciples of Su Yuan Sect inside the arena cried out in shock, also seeing that Guann Yingjie's legs were gone.

Ji Qinghe's complexion looked very bad; the disciples of Su Yuan Sect repeatedly falling to Shi Chun really hit hard.

The audience in the arena also erupted into an uproar; those were disciples of Su Yuan Sect, unable to withstand even one move against Shi Chun, how could they not be shocked?

Wei Mo, in the prime viewing spot, quickly changed from touching his nose to rubbing it.

Many were surprised, all watching the scene intently.

"Good!" Wu Jinliang shouted loudly.

"Good!"

A chorus from the crowd of onlookers rose, one after another.

Shi Chun, standing in the whirlwind, paid no attention to those, one sword had sent Guann Yingjie off, then immediately turned his head towards the charging Mulan Qingqing.

Although slightly off in her charge, he still exclaimed, "Well done!"

Seeing the opponent hastily losing the mysterious support of the Law Domain, how could he miss such a great opportunity, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe, he charged forward with a leap.

The moment the two collided, Shi Chun slashed down furiously at Mulan Qingqing with his sword.

Having already experienced his formidable strike, Mulan Qingqing did not dare to be careless and swept out with her sword, using all her cultivation.

The sword and the blade collided, clang, emitting a deafening explosion.

The gap in cultivation was evident here; Shi Chun's slashing momentum was interrupted.

Mulan Qingqing's sword in her hand also trembled and burst apart.

The two instantly collided, and Shi Chun immediately struck with a "Demon Dispel Hand."

This attack seemed slow in Mulan Qingqing's eyes. She clawed out faster than it was launched, grabbing Shi Chun's wrist with her five hook-like claws, intending to tear through his veins and break his arm. However, an explosive decomposing force caught her off guard, and she failed to seize the palm.

The moment of head-on collision was too brief, and it was too late for her to counterattack. She watched helplessly as the palm firmly struck her indescribable chest.

In a life-or-death struggle, she had no time to worry about modesty. Shocked and furious, she wasn't particularly panicked. Confident in the defensive power of her treasure armor, she raised her sword in her other hand, ready to end Shi Chun's life.

Unexpectedly, as the palm struck, her body shook violently as if hit hard, and she was directly sent flying.

After hastily landing, she staggered backwards for more than a dozen steps, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

She tried to stabilize her Inner Breath but found it uncontrollable, as if her internal organs were in turmoil without restraints.

She was shocked; the palm didn't feel that powerful, and she was protected by treasure armor. It should have been like the hit she had taken previously without any serious harm. For some reason, a strange force had penetrated the armor's defense, infiltrating her body.

With her cultivation level, she struggled to suppress it, suffering a severe internal injury instantly.

Another surge of blood rose from her viscera to her throat. She forcefully kept her lips shut, holding back the blood, enduring and refusing to show weakness. With a backward kick and her sword stabbing into the ground, she stabilized her form, flicked her long hair, and readied herself before her, poised to fight again.

Yet, she was actually at the end of her tether, enduring the tumult inside her organs that wouldn't settle.

Shi Chun, who had landed, swept his stern gaze around and felt something was amiss. His "Demon Dispel Hand" primarily exerted its real force through hidden power, not so visibly forceful; knocking the opponent that far wasn't normal.

It was also his first time seeing someone withstand his "Demon Dispel Hand." His eyes landed on her golden vest and recalling the oddity of the blade strike earlier, he instantly understood—it was because of the treasure armor.

Such a valuable item, a fateful encounter, should be seized!

Shi Chun immediately rushed forward with his sword, intending to kill again.

"Sister!"

Guann Yingjie, half-sitting on the ground, let out a cry of sorrow.

He could see that his sister was not in good shape, but among the onlookers, whether the rabble or their elite troops, no one could enter the arena like he did against the rules.

Even those who felt sympathy were intimidated by Shi Chun's demonstration of power when he defeated Su Yuan Sect disciples; who would dare act rashly?

Powerless, yet he acted again, mustering all his strength to throw his sword. Blood gushed from his broken leg, causing him to collapse to the ground, propped up by his elbows, tears streaming.

Shi Chun glanced back, clanged his sword with a backhand strike, deflecting the sneak attack, maintaining his charge. Suddenly leaping up, he swung his sword down from midair, bellowing that echoed across the fields, "Take another strike from me!"

Facing the ferocious slash charging toward her, a look of despair flashed in Mulan Qingqing's eyes, followed by a face full of stubbornness, as she frantically gathered her energy and unsheathed her sword to block.

This time, even if she exerted all her cultivation, she could not deflect Shi Chun's descending blade like she had the last time.

In the moment the sword and blade collided.

Clang—the shattered sword blade recoiled, striking her own shoulder. If it weren't for the treasure armor protecting her shoulder, that swipe would have dislocated it completely.

The following slash also struck her shoulder, pressing down on her shoulder, her sword, and sinking her entire figure.

Mulan Qingqing's desperation and anger were futile. She was pressed to her knees on the spot, a mouthful of blood that she could no longer contain burst forth, drenching Shi Chun unexpectedly, covering his entire body and face.

The scene reflected in the mirror silenced everyone. The three from Su Yuan Sect were especially shocked to the core.

Those who knew of Mulan Qingqing's background grimaced in pain, some clenching their teeth, wondering how Mulan Jin, knowing her daughter was publicly executed, would react.

Those aware of her background, who tended to be keen observers, realized that Shi Chun had no intention of sparing Mulan Qingqing's life from the moment he struck.

The crowd on-site was stunned, the cheering clamor of the masses halted. Could Wang Sheng, in his desire to win this fight, truly intend to kill his fiancée?

Shi Chun indeed had no plans to leave Mulan Qingqing alive. His blade poised skyward, feet still not touching the ground, he slid the blade along the length of Mulan Qingqing's sword, swiftly moving toward her pale, slender neck.

Beheading his opponent was his usual tactic.

Mulan Qingqing, straining under the pressure, realized something and unusually, a sad, miserable smile appeared on her frosty expression.

Then, just at that moment, something bizarre occurred. Right in front of Shi Chun, a faint line flickered—not really a line, as he had seen it before—a crack in space.

This crack appeared bizarrely and at a tricky angle. No one else could see it—not even Mulan Qingqing, who was right there, because it faced away from her and Shi Chun's crushing stance blocked the view—only Shi Chun could see it.

From the slightly gaping spatial crack, a vague, purple figure seemed to casually wave a hand.

Then, Shi Chun felt a formidable force; his entire body was thrown dozens of yards away. He stumbled upon landing and took several steps back before steadying himself with his blade.

He urgently cast a spell to check his body, only to find he was unharmed. Did his treasure robe possess such strong defensive power?

As he was engulfed in astonishment, he heard a faint, mosquito-like male voice near his ear, "Forgive others when you have the chance—her background is currently beyond your reach. Spare her life and you spare your own. Do not mention me to anyone."

The voice suddenly vanished. He looked around, but saw nothing; the spatial crack seemed as if it had never appeared.

The sudden and shocking twist in the mirror image had everyone on the training field watching, all stunned by the turn of events.

On the prime viewing platform, Wei Mo suddenly reacted, grabbing a chair and smashing it to bits in an uproar. Pointing at the mirror, he vehemently questioned the Domain Masters, "Who was that, who did it? That's against the rules, how are we supposed to continue this?"

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