Without giving the crowd a moment to react, the Sword Dao Puppet's silhouette suddenly blurred, transforming into a cold stream of light.
It began to strike with its sword.
Its sword carried no dazzling brilliance, only the purest, most refined traces of the Dao.
Every thrust was concise, clean, and fatal!
It was but a face-off.
Dull thuds and cries of pain rang out one after another.
Two competitors didn't even last a single breath, and were thrown off the stage one after another.
The others' expressions changed drastically.
They tried every means to buy time.
Someone desperately blocked.
Someone used movement techniques to evade.
Someone sought allies.
But no matter how hard they fought.
In less than half a stick of incense, nine contestants were swept off the arena.
And the only one remaining…
All eyes turned to the stage.
The only one left was Fire Nether.
He stood stubbornly like a rugged reef, nailed solidly to the arena.
