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On the ring, the air seemed to freeze, and all eyes were focused on Li Fan.

The scene of Hera being killed instantly by that one move was still vivid in everyone’s mind, and all the audience members were still unable to recover from the shock.

Li Fan's performance was simply indescribable, as if he possessed a power far beyond that of ordinary people.

At that moment, he almost seemed to have turned into a demon, and he managed to withstand Hera's ultimate skill.

However, while the audience was still discussing the power of the Tai Sui God, five figures slowly walked towards them from the other end of the ring.

The five men walked with steady steps and great momentum, as if they had an innate aura of dominance.

The man in the lead was wearing a black robe, the lapels of which rustled in the breeze.

His face was wrapped in thick bandages, and his features could not be seen clearly.

Li Fan glanced around and caught a glimpse of the coldness and murderous intent in the man's eyes.

This person had fought with him on the first level of the trial ground.

Although it was only a brief collision, Li Fan still remembers the aura vividly.

When the five people stood still, the air around the ring suddenly became tense, as if a storm was about to break out.

Suddenly, a system prompt sounded in the air:

[Hint: The challenger Wanchuan Jiro's team ranks 12th! ]

As soon as this hint came out, the whole arena suddenly became boiling.

The audience was talking about it, and shock was written on everyone's face.

Ranking 12th, such strength is definitely not something to be underestimated in their eyes.

Some people think that Tai Sui must have used some forbidden technique to defeat Hera, and he may not be so lucky this time. Others think that with the five strong men joining forces, Tai Sui is already at the end of his strength, so how can he deal with it alone?

However, Li Fan seemed unaffected by these discussions.

He smiled slightly, glanced at the other person coldly, and thought to himself that he was lucky.

As long as there is someone who dares to challenge him, he will be able to successfully obtain another [Special Item]!

At this time, Wanchuan Jiro's low and intimidating voice came from the front: "Tai Sui God, you and I will have a fight one day. Today is the day for our final battle!"

Li Fan raised a sarcastic smile and said slowly, "You are quite good at finding lines for yourself. Come on, hurry up."

His voice was like a cold blade, cutting through the silence of the air with a hint of provocation.

Wanchuan Jiro's face changed, obviously angered by Li Fan's words.

He snorted coldly, turned around quickly and ordered the four teammates behind him: "I'll leave his puppets to you, and I'll leave Tai Sui himself to me!"

Hearing this, Li Fan couldn't help but chuckle: "To deal with you, I actually use puppets?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew from behind him.

As the wind whistled, Li Fan's wings suddenly spread out.

The pitch-black wings seemed to be condensed from endless darkness, and every feather exuded a heart-pounding chill.

What was even more shocking was that countless terrifying pupils suddenly appeared on the wings.

There was an icy light in his pupils as he stared straight at the five enemies.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the ring changed instantly.

Jiro Wanchuan and his four team members couldn't help but tremble.

As if oppressed by an invisible pressure, my heartbeat instantly accelerated and my breathing became rapid.

Wanchuan Jiro suddenly realized something and shouted.

"It's an illusion!"

A trace of panic flashed in Wanchuan Jiro's eyes, and he immediately shouted in a low voice: "Everyone, don't look!"

The aura in his body suddenly burst out, and his figure almost turned into a black shadow.

The samurai sword in his hand suddenly came out like lightning and pointed directly at Li Fan.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to react.

At this time, Wanchuan Jiro was completely immersed in the battle, and all his emotions and rationality were swallowed up by the fighting spirit.

However, Li Fan glanced coldly, as if everything was under his control.

Just at the moment when Wanchuan Jiro rushed towards him.

A deep black flashed in Li Fan's eyes, and the black light instantly enveloped his eyes.

Wanchuan Jiro only felt a severe dizziness, and the world in front of him seemed to begin to distort.

His legs went weak and he almost fell.

At that moment, Wanchuan Jiro felt an irresistible sense of oppression.

It was as if the whole world had exploded in his mind, losing all color and order.

"Ok?"

Li Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice was low and cold: "What's going on?"

The atmosphere on the stage was solemn.

Wanchuan Jiro's figure was almost unable to move due to the pressure of Li Fan's fallen angel.

He knelt on one knee, seemingly overwhelmed and unable to continue resisting.

However, Li Fan's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent.

His sword-swinging movement suddenly accelerated, and the sword light struck Wanchuan Jiro like lightning.

But just as the sword was about to fall, Wanchuan Jiro suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared from Li Fan's sight.

A hint of coldness flashed across Li Fan's eyes, and he immediately became alert.

He quickly glanced around, his muscles tense, ready to deal with any sudden attack.

However, despite his extreme vigilance, Wanchuan Jiro's reaction was still so fast that it was impossible to catch.

The next second, a sound of breaking air broke the silence.

Wanchuan Jiro appeared behind Li Fan like a ghost, and slashed down with the samurai sword in his hand.

"laugh--"

Li Fan felt a sharp pain in his arm, and a piercing chill spread throughout his body. He subconsciously covered the wound.

Blood quickly flowed out of the wound, staining the clothes red.

But Li Fan did not retreat at all, his eyes remained calm.

His deep eyes looked around, vigilantly searching for the enemy's movements.

Just as he was about to adjust his posture, Wanchuan Jiro appeared again.

Like a ghostly figure, the blade in his hand slashed down.

This time, the blade mercilessly slashed through Li Fan's legs, and the intense pain made Li Fan suddenly kneel down on the ground.

Blood immediately flowed out from his legs, staining the stone slabs of the ring red.

Wanchuan Jiro sneered, looked down at Li Fan who had been forced to kneel on the ground, and said provocatively: "Why don't you summon those puppets?"

Li Fan raised his head and showed a cold smile, with a strange light flashing in his eyes: "Why don't you go save your teammates?"

Wanchuan Jiro was slightly stunned, and then felt uneasy.

He turned his head suddenly, trying to see what was happening behind him.

However, the moment he turned around, the scene before him shocked him.

Four bodies lay quietly on the ground. They were his teammates.

Each corpse had a hideous expression, as if they died with their eyes open.

It all happened so quickly that Wanchuan Jiro had almost no time to react.

"Do you think you can prevent my illusion by covering your eyes?"

Li Fan's voice was cold and teasing, as if he was mocking Wanchuan Jiro's stupidity.

Wanchuan Jiro's face suddenly turned blue, his teeth were grinding, and his anger almost exploded.

However, just as he was about to react, he saw Li Fan raising the sword in his hand with a sneer.

The sword edge drew a cold light in the air and quickly approached him.

Wanchuan Jiro gritted his teeth, anger and fear intertwined in his heart.

He suddenly raised his samurai sword, trying to block Li Fan's attack.

However, Li Fan's sword had already pierced through his body.

"laugh--"

Blood gushed out, Wanchuan Jiro's body shook violently, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Then, his body slowly fell down in the shocked gaze of everyone, and fell heavily to the ground with a loud noise.