Ling Xiao's sword pierced out once more.
Yet, it was blocked once again by the middle-aged man.
This time, he was slapped away by the angry middle-aged man.
But he only retreated two meters.
He forcibly endured the middle-aged man's palm force.
Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
However, the expression on his face remained a cold smile.
The middle-aged man's brows furrowed tightly; the last thing he wanted to see was such a madman.
A fearless madman capable of doing anything.
"Sister Mu Qing, should we go help? He's almost done for."
The Red Demoness anxiously said while watching from the stands.
"No, he said he can handle it himself."
Mu Qing shook her head and said, "Don't you trust him the most? Then just watch. Our task is to hold off reinforcements and not let anyone disrupt his battle!"
She stepped out of her seat, blocking the passage to the Arena, and looked coldly at the Battle Beast Arena guards who were about to charge in.
