is weakness slowly receded.Leaning against the rock face, he gathered his thoughts.For over a year, he had been accompanied by his shadow tree. After it consumed a blaze of orange-yellow flames, he aw...When this thought arose, a chill ran down Huo Liaoyuan's spine.

The rules of the Dueling Platform are bestowed by Heaven and Earth, impossible to be wrong. The moment Lu Yiye died, he should have been sent out of this space and returned to his original position.

He could have left, yet he stayed here.

Instinctively, he raised his head and looked forward.

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That's a blazing inferno, his ace in the hole!

This is a nightmare...

What astonished Huo Liaoyuan even more was that Lu Ye not only didn't die, but he wasn't even seriously injured. Though he looked ragged and his clothes were torn to shreds, revealing patches of skin, there wasn't a single burn mark on any of the exposed flesh!

The injuries on his body, were they still from before My Liaoyuan Baozang strike seemed to only have tickled him...

Such a powerful technique naturally wasn't just for tickling Lu Ye.

Although he invoked the power of the talent tree in this desperate situation, blocking the flames from harming him, the shockwaves from each explosion were not something the talent tree's power could shield him from.

On the surface, he seemed unaffected, but in reality, his internal organs had shifted, blood flowed back up his throat, held down by a desperate grip. Every inch of his skin throbbed with pain. He burst from the flames, wielding deadly intent, charging towards the inferno like a vengeful spirit.

However, at this moment, the distance between them had narrowed to just fifty meters! This was the closest Lu Ye had been to Huo Liaoyuan since entering the Death Arena, and the distance was still shrinking.

The waist-mounted weaponry hummed, nine streaks of light flashing out in succession, chasing the stars and moon as they met the inferno-like spells head-on.

Several blasts echoed out, the incoming spells detonating one after another, scattering sparks across the sky.

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Generally speaking, cultivators at the Yunhe Realm level who can achieve this kind of feat are less than 20%.

Lü Yè didn't study protective spirit energy much. When he encountered enemies and needed protection, he would activate his defensive spirit pattern. This thing's protective power was much stronger than pure body protection spirit energy.

Huoliang's control over his own spiritual energy is undoubtedly remarkable, allowing him to unleash that flexible protective aura. Otherwise, the impact he received just now would have been at least 30% greater.

Thus, being halfway in the air, Huo Liaoyuan also spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

Even if he were a cultivator at the ninth level, it couldn't change the fact that his physique was thin. Of course, this is relative... Suddenly enduring such a massive force impact, he felt like his bones were about to break, his insides churning like a stormy sea, and his vision blurred.

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From the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Ye stalking him, relentlessly chasing after him. Before he even touched the ground, another blade came slashing down.

The instantaneous slash caused Huo Liaoyuan's body to sink, and he plummeted downwards. At the same time, Lu Ye kicked out, Huo Liaoyuan spun in mid-air, flying twenty or thirty meters away and directly hitting the forbidden barrier of the duel platform.

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Before today, if someone had told him that he would be beaten like a dog by a fifth-layer soldier cultivator, he would have scoffed at them.

But at this moment, he was truly experiencing such absurd things.

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This kind of momentum is similar to some things; once it weakens, it's weakened, no matter how hard you try to regain it.

Even though there was a gap of four small realms in their cultivation levels, numerous fire-based spells of Huo Liao Yuan were blocked by Lu Ye's defensive techniques, and the distance between them narrowed once again.

Hu Liao's expression remained calm, but panic lurked beneath the surface. He didn't flinch until Lu Ye drew close within three zhang of him, when a surging wave of power accompanied by a burst of spiritual energy erupted and swept outwards with thunderous force.

Lu Ye only felt a wall crashing into him, his body being pushed back uncontrollably.

Like a tattered burlap sack, under the immense impact, the blazing inferno surged up once more, the protective aura enveloping his body noticeably dimmed.

Hanging mid-air, he smelled the stench of death. He had sensed this same odor before during his time in the Lingxi Realm, back when a fellow disciple had protected him and saved him from disaster.

He remembers this feeling vividly.

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Now he was all alone. His senior brother, who had once saved him, was gone for several years...

He knew that the moment Lu Yiye broke through his own limitations and charged at him, he had already lost.

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