"Boom!"
In an instant, the entire arena flashed with golden, soaring light, and an unparalleled blade aura permeated the air.
Everyone was both surprised and delighted.
Finally, he was using his divine abilities!
This battle was about to get serious!
But in this situation, what was the point of Chen Jiuyang using his Wave-Shaking technique? Could it break through Ives Saint Zeren's defense?
Countless thoughts flickered through their minds.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Golden blade light, like a collapsing sky, surged forth. Ives Saint Zeren raised his shield, his feet planted firmly on the arena floor.
"Chii—"
The vast and mighty blade light pressed down, forcing him to retreat. On the specially made stone surface of the arena, two deep gouges were carved as he was dragged backward.
Ives Saint Zeren's figure was steadily approaching the edge of the arena.
In an instant, everyone understood Chen Jiuyang's intention. Since Ives Saint Zeren's defense was like a turtle's shell, Chen Jiuyang had abandoned the idea of killing him and instead aimed to defeat him, forcing him off the stage to secure victory.
On the wide arena, hundreds of meters across, only golden blade light swept and permeated. Ives Saint Zeren was at a disadvantage.
Realizing Chen Jiuyang's plan,
Ives Saint Zeren's expression immediately darkened. He had an opportunity to use his divine arts with his staff and roared:
"Divine Art – Boundary!"
"Bang—"
Ives Saint Zeren's body was instantly fixed in place. No matter how terrifying Chen Jiuyang's blade light was, it could no longer shake his stance.
"I was waiting for this."
"Lin!"
"Jian Jin!"
"Sui Yu!"
"Fa—"
Chen Jiuyang's aura surged, his entire body burning with golden qi and blood.
The Yan Sheng Saber in his hand vibrated continuously.
"Setting Sun Qian Yang!"
"Rumble!"
A divine art move, like molten lava, was unleashed, instantly engulfing Ives Saint Zeren. The arena melted, trapping Ives Saint Zeren within.
And then!
Chen Jiuyang took a deep breath: "Thunder Rage Fire Lotus!"
Another saber strike!
"Zzzzzzz!"
Arcing electricity flashed. The three moves combined, forming a terrifying cage around Ives Saint Zeren.
Many people's expressions immediately sank: "Not good!"
"He's seizing the opportunity to trap Ives Saint Zeren!"
The destructive power of Chen Jiuyang's three divine art moves had long been witnessed by the world; they were incredibly potent.
Several people had already met their demise within them, leaving no complete corpses.
Although Ives Saint Zeren's divine art move was good, resisting Chen Jiuyang's Wave-Shaking technique, it also rendered him unable to move even an inch.
Chen Jiuyang had seized this opportunity to trap Ives Saint Zeren.
With the fire and lightning appearing, the terrifying heat and destructive power, if subjected to prolonged consumption, these few moves alone would be enough to wear Ives Saint Zeren down to death.
"Well done!"
"So that was the plan!"
If it were the path of Divine Might like a Prison, Ives Saint Zeren could have dispelled his divine art move and broken free by shattering Chen Jiuyang's attacks.
But Chen Jiuyang had precisely walked the path of divine arts invincibility that countered Western divine ways. Furthermore, Ives Saint Zeren and Chen Jiuyang were evenly matched in strength.
This created a situation where Ives Saint Zeren could not break through Chen Jiuyang's divine art moves.
In a flash of lightning, everyone realized Chen Jiuyang's intentions.
Some people from the West immediately became restless.
After all their calculations, they had still fallen into Chen Jiuyang's scheme.
Countless people fell into a state of waiting.
This battle might end in a war of attrition, seeing who would break first, and who would win the match.
"Chen Jiuyang is indeed Chen Jiuyang!"
"From the very beginning, the battle has been unfolding step by step into his controlled rhythm!"
"Now! Ives Saint Zeren is a fish in a barrel!"
Many people from Dragon Country were filled with excitement, but they suppressed their emotions, refraining from shouting.
After all, the battle was not over yet!
They watched with eager anticipation!
Waiting for the battle to end!
One hour!
Two hours!
Three hours!
Four hours!
Time slowly passed.
The lava-like firelight continued to burn, and the terrifying thunderous arcs showed no signs of dissipating.
The longer time went on, the more grim the faces of the Westerners became.
They had paid a heavy price to have Ives Saint Zeren participate in this match, to block Chen Jiuyang, and to end the Dragon Martial Ranking path.
But now, they were in a stalemate. If Ives Saint Zeren failed, it would undoubtedly be a resounding slap in the face to the Western countries of the world.
Most importantly, if even Ives Saint Zeren could not deal with Chen Jiuyang, then in the remaining matches, who else could withstand Chen Jiuyang's sharp edge?
If Dragon Country won the championship, then Dragon Country could completely revive through the accumulation of long years.
At that time, they would all face retaliation from the ancient Dragon Country.
The prolonged maintenance of such divine arts, with Chen Jiuyang's expression unchanged, began to make many Westerners panic.
Could it be that he would truly wear down Ives Saint Zeren like this?
Hadn't Ives Saint Zeren figured out a counter-strategy yet?
Time continued to tick by.
From the start of the match at eight in the morning until now, this first match had not ended, and it was already approaching dusk.
Chen Jiuyang's enduring strength surpassed everyone's imagination.
"My God, such terrifying power in his moves, and he can maintain it for over ten hours!"
"Is he truly human!"
The Westerners had completely lost their composure and began to panic.
Just as everyone was panicking.
"Boom!"
An unprecedented explosion erupted on the arena. Ives Saint Zeren moved!
He moved!
He was seen charging out of the trap of the three moves, his body battered and covered in burn wounds.
"Ohh!!!"
The Westerners were immediately overjoyed. Although Ives Saint Zeren was severely injured, he had broken through Chen Jiuyang's trap and escaped.
This meant that there was still hope for this battle.
The moment Ives Saint Zeren broke through the moves, a sinister smirk appeared on Chen Jiuyang's lips. His figure shot forward, rushing to Ives Saint Zeren's side.
His hand, not holding the saber, lightly touched Ives Saint Zeren's ear.
Then, a voice as terrifying as a demon's rang out:
"Divine Art – Sonic Boom!"
He brought his thumb and middle finger together and snapped his fingers.
"Rumble!"
An unprecedented, terrifying shockwave surged forth.
The entire arena sank by ten centimeters under the force wave!
And Ives Saint Zeren, at such close range, had no defense whatsoever!
"Bang—"
As if hit by a massive truck, Ives Saint Zeren's body trembled violently. Blood instantly flowed from his seven orifices, his pupils lost their focus, and his body was about to fall to the ground.
Chen Jiuyang grabbed his head, and the sharp Yan Sheng Saber suddenly slashed across.
"Chii—"
It swept across his neck, separating Ives Saint Zeren's head from his body.
Blood gushed from his neck, splashing all over Chen Jiuyang!