A blazing streak of fire shot across the arena. The originally crimson flames, after the six flaming swords merged into one, instantly turned blazing white. Wherever it passed, the pristine stone slabs melted instantly, sending up plumes of white steam.
Watching the blazing white flaming sword hurtling toward him, Shi Feng's expression turned grave.
"How strong is he, exactly?"
Fusing two flaming swords together was already an incredibly difficult feat. If the two flaming swords couldn't achieve perfect synchronization, even a 0.1-millimeter discrepancy would prevent their power from stacking — it would simply be two separate attacks.
But now Bei Chen Tian Lang had managed to fuse six flaming swords into one.
The compounded power was no laughing matter.
That meant the flaming sword's power was now three times what it had been before.
"All right, let's end this."
Bei Chen Tian Lang's gaze sharpened. The blazing white flaming sword whooshed forward with a sonic boom, covering a distance of over ten yards in an instant, appearing directly in front of Shi Feng's chest.
With the blazing flaming sword about to pierce through Shi Feng's heart, he had been trying to dodge the entire time, but Bei Chen Tian Lang had him locked on. If he moved his body, Bei Chen Tian Lang would simply adjust the flaming sword's trajectory — dodging while moving would make defending against the attack even harder.
The only thing he could do was dodge at the very last possible moment before contact.
At the critical instant, Shi Feng's body jerked sharply to the side.
"Useless. Every move you make, I see it perfectly." Bei Chen Tian Lang shook his head and shifted his intent.
The flaming sword's trajectory suddenly changed, thrusting toward Shi Feng's heart once again.
But Shi Feng had anticipated this. The Thunder Slayer in his hand erupted with blinding white light.
Flame Burst!
The dazzling white light sent the arena's temperature skyrocketing, transforming into a streak of white radiance that slammed directly into the flaming sword.
BOOM!
Everyone in the spectator stands felt their hearts jolt, their eardrums nearly rupturing.
At the point of impact, a small crater over two yards in radius instantly formed, its surface charred black as though struck by a miniature meteorite.
Shi Feng's body was launched like a cannonball, flying over twenty yards backward. His health instantly dropped by more than fifteen hundred points, and the stone slabs where he landed cracked apart, the fractures spreading out five yards in every direction.
After the thunderous boom subsided, the entire spectator stand fell into dead silence, every mouth agape.
"Are those really people fighting?"
That thought echoed over and over in their minds.
The two on the arena seemed completely like two boss monsters — not only was their speed terrifyingly fast and their power horrifying, but even their reactions left everyone at a loss for words.
They had only been able to make sense of what happened in that brief exchange by watching a slow-motion replay; otherwise, they'd have had no idea what had transpired.
"Qingxue, do you know what's going on with that flaming sword? Is it a skill?" Zhao Yueru's beautiful eyes flickered with excited fire.
She had watched for a long time and still couldn't understand why the flaming sword's power had suddenly become so immense. Before, it had only dealt around three hundred points of damage, but now it had jumped to over fifteen hundred — and its force was far greater than before.
But all she had seen was six flaming swords stacked together. If she could layer her offensive magic the same way, the power would be even more terrifying.