This seemingly delicate beauty possessed power far more formidable than anyone would have guessed. Even the supremely arrogant Li Jiancheng couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of danger.
That sense of danger made him dare not act rashly. The so-called "I'll let you have three moves" agreement was thrown to the winds without a second thought.
He grasped at the air with both hands, and a massive spear materialized in his grip.
The spear was over ten feet long. The moment it appeared in Li Jiancheng's hands, an overwhelming surge of killing intent poured forth, as though it were a demonic weapon pulled straight from the eighteenth level of hell.
Disciples of the Asura Great Emperor's lineage cultivated the Asura Kill Path. The most important quality was an aura of terrifying killing intent.
At the Glazed Pagoda King's Tournament, another disciple of the Asura Great Emperor,
Back then, public opinion had even held that Gao Zhan's talent in the Asura Kill Path surpassed Li Jiancheng's.
Now, with this ten-foot spear in hand, Li Jiancheng looked every bit like a demon god wreaking havoc between the realms of hell, brimming with an oppressive killing intent.
"What terrifying killing intent!" The spectators below the stage were stunned by Li Jiancheng's fearsome aura. They had never seen this side of him before.
Even the young lord-level geniuses of Glazed King City—those who had previously fought Li Jiancheng—were pale with shock at this moment.
It dawned on them that the Li Jiancheng they had challenged before had never even used his full strength.
Perhaps the Li Jiancheng before them now was the real Li Jiancheng at his strongest?
Jiang Chen saw Li Jiancheng reveal his true colors and couldn't help but be somewhat shaken.
However, when his gaze shifted to Huang'er and he saw her calm, composed expression, his heart immediately settled.
Huang'er had made up her mind. There was no more hesitation.
Li Jiancheng's various provocations were, to her eyes, as transparent as glass.
The calmer Huang'er's reaction, the more Li Jiancheng felt she was unfathomable.
Even the Asura Great Emperor, watching Huang'er's demeanor from the arena, felt a faint stirring of unease. What was going on with this girl?
On the battlefield, at such close range, Li Jiancheng's Asura killing intent was immensely heavy. Could it truly have no effect on her whatsoever?
If so, then this girl was far too terrifying!
Just as everyone was filled with doubt, Huang'er's right hand gently pulled, and a streak of emerald-green light swept out from her sleeve.
The emerald light shimmered and faded, and in Huang'er's right hand now hung a whip as slender as a bamboo stalk, marked with joint-like nodes along its length.
The whip looked exactly like a long, thin piece of bamboo—only without any leaves on it.
"What is that?" The crowd stared at Huang'er's whip in bewilderment. It looked for all the world like a handcrafted fishing rod.
Even Jiang Chen had never seen Huang'er use a weapon before. Now, seeing this bamboo-like whip in her hand, he felt a spark of curiosity.
Li Jiancheng snorted coldly, slamming the butt of his spear against the ground. The tip pointed straight at Huang'er. "Hmph! Miss Huang'er, do you really intend to use a mere piece of bamboo against my Asura Divine Spear?"
"A piece of bamboo is more than enough to deal with you." Huang'er's tone was flat and indifferent.
"Arrogant! Then take my spear!" Li Jiancheng erupted in fury. His feet slid forward, and he launched himself off the ground.
The spear thrust forward, unleashing a tide of force comparable to a raging fire dragon, hurtling straight toward Huang'er.
The strike appeared simple, but its momentum was overwhelming.
Li Jiancheng's martial path had always been renowned for its dominance. When facing an opponent, he relied on overwhelming, domineering attacks to crush them until they submitted.
The great spear swept through the void, stirring up a swirl of crimson clouds that spun不断 at the spear tip, forming a terrifying devouring force that twisted the surrounding space. His domain expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it had engulfed the entire arena. The spear tip shot straight toward Huang'er's face.
Huang'er stood rooted to the spot, utterly motionless, like an ancient monk deep in meditation. Then, in a flash, her right hand flicked the whip gently, and before her, a ripple of green light formed a swirling vortex.
This vortex acted like an invisible shield, intercepting the incoming Asura Divine Spear head-on. The devastating thrust pierced into nothingness, as though it had stabbed into an empty void. All of Li Jiancheng's force dissipated into thin air, leaving him feeling as though his strength had struck nothing at all.
"What?" Li Jiancheng was stunned. How was this possible? This woman's swirling motion had completely neutralized his attack?
A chill ran through Li Jiancheng's heart. He knew this woman wouldn't be easy to deal with, but this level of difficulty exceeded even his expectations.
In truth, Huang'er's sweeping, swirling technique employed an extraordinarily refined spatial skill. She had disrupted the space within the range of Li Jiancheng's attack, causing it to lose its target and fall into disarray, rendering it entirely harmless.
Put simply, this style of combat was something Li Jiancheng had never encountered before. He was caught completely off guard.
If he had possessed mastery of spatial divine abilities—even a rudimentary understanding of them—he might have figured it out after the first missed strike.
But in an arena duel, there was no time to stand around analyzing.
The shock had barely flashed through his mind when Huang'er's whip flicked again. In that single, fluid motion, countless afterimages of the whip materialized as if conjured from thin air.