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The killing intent in his eyes was palpable. Xiao Yefeng recalled Saint Robert, whose arm he had severed and who he had infused with Inner Force. However, Xiao Yefeng was extremely confident in his abilities. The Soul-Severing Black Sword had been engulfed in Symbol Fire at that time, and he had shown no mercy. Even if Robert's severed arm were reattached, it would be utterly useless; after all, the hatred Xiao Yefeng felt back then was indescribable.
At the moment the Black Sword cut through Robert's arm, Xiao Yefeng had already realized that he could not kill him. Therefore, he ruthlessly used his Inner Force to shred every meridian in the severed arm and shattered all the bones. The knight standing before him now, with both arms intact and moving fluidly, was certainly not Robert. But whose eyes were filled with such hatred and murderous intent?
Just then, a spear made of V-Alloy knocked the short knife from Ruan Liupang's hand and instantly sliced through the Vietnamese Sorcerer's prized Demon-Slaying Shadow Sword. The spear tip shot toward Ruan Liupang's chest like thunder. At that moment, Ruan Liupang gritted his teeth and silently recited an incantation. Suddenly, an invisible shield made of countless light yellow silks appeared out of thin air.
Despite the Qi and Symbol Fire power behind the V-Alloy weapon, it failed to penetrate this thin Shield. The Shield vanished almost instantly, but everyone could see that Ruan Liupang's Violet Inner Armor was now flickering with a faint glow. Clearly, the Shield had been generated by this Silk Armor of a Hundred Silkworms.
The defensive power of the inner armor was evident; even the formidable Spirit-Breaking Alloy had met its match. A wave of discussion erupted among the spectators. At that moment, Torres turned to the crowd and said, "Excuse me, everyone, but please stick to the rules!"
His words drew scoffs from the Chinese spectators, yet they had to admit that everyone was indeed following the agreed-upon rules. Whether it was China or Ruan Liupang's Church calculating their moves, they were all adhering to the regulations established through prior discussions.
Even if this Violet Inner Armor was exceptional, it no longer mattered to these people. One person attacked while another defended; defending three rounds would secure the treasure. It was clear that after this knight defeated Ruan Liupang, the three members of the Church would immediately choose to attack and would concede without hesitation. Thus, this inner armor would undoubtedly belong to the Church. Everyone understood that trading a few unusable treasures for a sliver of friendship from China while simultaneously acquiring such a powerful inner armor was more than worth it.
However, Xiao Yefeng remained focused on the two combatants in the Arena. The knight stood firm with his spear while Ruan Liupang appeared somewhat disheveled, pressing his right hand against a wound at his waist as he contemplated his opponent.
Ruan Liupang had long been aware of this knight's existence; he had seen him when he first met Torres. Back then, he stood at the back of the group, and Ruan Liupang hadn’t paid him any mind—after all, those standing at the back were usually benchwarmers. How could Ruan Liupang have noticed him when he was so full of himself? Now, however, he found himself forced to activate a layer of protection from his Silk Armor of a Hundred Silkworms; clearly, he had taken notice.
At this moment, Ruan Liupang contemplated whether to concede. The rules were clear: if he surrendered and handed over his Silk Armor of a Hundred Silkworms, according to protocol he wouldn’t have to give up his Black Python Belt. Yet Ruan Liupang hesitated; could he truly escape after relinquishing his inner armor? Given the character of those from the Church and Wa Country, they would surely ambush him once he lost his defenses.
In light of this dilemma, he decided to fight back—killing one would make it worth it! As a cunning strategist himself, Ruan Liupang quickly resolved any doubts in his mind. His right hand slid down from where it pressed against his waist wound until his fingertips brushed against the mechanism on his Black Python Belt.
Now Ruan Liupang was gathering strength and searching for an opportunity—a single strike that could give him a breather—and all he could rely on was this versatile Black Python Belt.
Meanwhile, Mo Fei remarked from below, "This guy is running out of tricks! He’s just taking hits while wearing a turtle shell; in the end, he'll be the one who dies!"
"No, if that were the case, this dominating Paladin would have already made a move. Clearly, this Paladin is also considering something. Could it be..." Xiao Yefeng thought of the fleeting glimpse of the Manticore Scale Belt.
"What?" At this moment, not only Mo Fei but even Jiang Xing and the others turned to look at Xiao Yefeng, as they had not thought of any suitable reason either.
Xiao Yefeng then recounted what he had seen in the Han Hai Desert regarding the strange belt. Torres, ahead of them, couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yefeng in surprise, clearly taken aback that Xiao Yefeng had also noticed the belt.
Just then, the Paladin on the Arena suddenly charged forward, his spear transforming into a drill aimed directly at Ruan Liupang's throat. Ruan Liupang felt a surge of joy; what he lacked was distance. Although the Black Python Belt possessed offensive power, it paled in comparison to a spear. His only chance was to get close, and now this Paladin had given him that opportunity. Ruan Liupang could no longer hold back.
The spear shot out like a dragon, and the pure Holy Light Power illuminated the Golden Lance above it, making it even more dazzling. At that moment, pure white light feathers descended, showcasing the strength of this Paladin. The True Spirit took form; this level of power surpassed that of Davis's first disciple from Golden Capital. Who exactly was this person?
At that moment, the spear-wielding Paladin became a streak of light as he passed by Ruan Liupang. Ruan Liupang erupted with a surge of dark energy and flashed past the Paladin. Their movements were so swift that they were nearly invisible to the naked eye; however, those watching were not ordinary people and managed to catch glimpses of the battle.
As the Holy Light took form and passed through the pure white light feathers, the Paladin thrust his spear past Ruan Liupang's throat. Yet again, Ruan Liupang's inner armor glimmered with light as the Shield made from a hundred silkworms blocked this strike, allowing him to escape from death's grasp. At this moment, Ruan Liupang's position obstructed everyone's view, so only a few managed to see his actions.
After activating the Silk Armor of a Hundred Silkworms' Shield to block that attack, Ruan Liupang swiftly reached for the hidden clasp on his belt. The mouth of the Black Python Belt opened up to reveal a grip less than three inches long. Grasping it firmly, he pulled out the Ink Python Soft Sword hidden within his belt with a clang. The snakehead fell away from the belt, revealing a short sword about one and a half feet long. With this surprise attack, Ruan Liupang channeled his Qi into the soft sword, making it dart forward like a spirit snake striking.
Even with the protection of Holy Light Feather, this sudden strike still sliced through the Paladin's breastplate effortlessly; the leather armor tore apart like tofu under its force, and the thin iron embedded above could not withstand the sharpness of the Ink Python Sword.
The two passed each other in an instant; however, this Paladin from the Church knelt on one knee immediately after, right hand on his chest and left hand holding his spear. Clearly, he had suffered from that blow. In contrast, Ruan Liupang now held a sword as thin as a cicada's wing in his right hand, glinting coldly under the sunlight.
At this moment, all eyes were on Ruan Liupang; most were focused on the Ink Python Sword in his hand. Just when everyone thought Ruan Liupang had gained the upper hand in this battle, Xiao Yefeng noticed that the seemingly injured Paladin did not appear as weak as expected.
"Haha! If you want my things, you must pay with your lives! This is the price for tearing up our contract! Who among you Church bastards is ready to die?" Ruan Liupang exclaimed joyfully as he scanned everyone around him.
At this moment, the leader from Yue Country seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. However, Xiao Yefeng smiled and said, "I advise you not to jump to conclusions before the enemy is dead!"
Xiao Yefeng's words fell like a bucket of cold water on Ruan Liupang and the others from Yue Country. Just as Ruan Liupang was about to retort, he suddenly sensed something was off behind him. He immediately rolled away to evade and simultaneously activated his protective Jade Shield.
"Clang!"
This time, the Holy Light Feather enveloping the spear tip was not as ineffective as before. Under its protection, the spear pierced through the Jade Shield's defense directly, grazing Ruan Liupang's right cheek and drawing a stream of blood. A weak sigh escaped from the helmet of this holy knight.
As Ruan Liupang rolled away from the path of the spear, he reached up with his left hand to touch his right cheek. To his shock, there was nothing there; an immense pain radiated from his face, and his left hand was drenched in blood. Drops of crimson dripped down his cheek and fingers, while where Ruan Liupang had been standing was now a pool of blood, alongside a severed right ear stained with red.
That thrust not only pierced the Jade Shield but also cleanly severed Ruan Liupang's right ear. All of this was thanks to Xiao Yefeng's warning; had it not been for those words, Ruan Liupang would not have moved even slightly. Without that movement, he would not have had the time to evade. Without that time, Ruan Liupang would now be a headless corpse, perhaps already cold.
Suppressing the agonizing scream that threatened to escape him, Ruan Liupang retreated with his sword in hand, narrowly avoiding the holy knight's attack range once more. However, now that he had lost distance control, Ruan Liupang understood that he would lose his chance to attack. After all, in close quarters, a dagger held the advantage. By voluntarily retreating, he had handed over the opportunity to his opponent.
Looking at the unscathed holy knight, Ruan Liupang exclaimed, "How could you possibly dodge that strike!"
The holy knight glanced at the gash in his chest armor and ripped off the upper half of his protective gear. Under the sunlight, his upper body reflected shimmering refracted light. Like Ruan Liupang, this holy knight wore an inner armor made up of interlocking metal plates resembling Dragon Scales, with various lights flickering through the gaps.
However, while everyone else marveled at this inner armor, Xiao Yefeng noticed the severe injury on the knight's right arm. It truly was him—Robert! How could he regain such agility in his right arm in such a short time? And how could he possess such strength so quickly? The last time at the Cathedral, this guy was strong but definitely not like this!
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