After the excitement, the arena fell silent. Everyone quietly watched as the great sword sank into the black water. A triple magic bombardment followed by the deadly finishing move of the life-draining black water, and finally, the sword's thrust! Everyone present thought that the arrogant fool couldn't have been more dead.

The bystanders, now feeling vindicated, suddenly realized that the Elemental Plane was not as terrifying as their companions had described. They were still an energy wasteland, like a balloon blown up by lies, now easily punctured by Leohard's casual probe. The cloud of fear that Pei Yan's previous power had cast over them was gradually dissipating. After all, no matter how strong, he's just one person, right? And this person might even have the blood of the Demon Race. So when it comes down to it, the Elemental Plane wasn't all that impressive.

Such comments quietly circulated among the crowd. However, those who began to celebrate and mock failed to notice that Leohard's expression was becoming increasingly grim.

Only he knew that his great sword that stabbed into the black water couldn't be pulled out!!

"Sigh!" An elongated sigh abruptly halted the discussions in the arena. Everyone craned their necks in disbelief towards the source of the sound. As if to confirm their suspicions, the black water suddenly burst open, revealing the owner of the sigh.

They saw Ye Ruozai, palms pressed together at his chest, catching the great sword thrust by Leohard between his hands. The tip of the sword was still close to his chest but couldn't advance even a fraction more.

"A genius, huh? People have called me that since I was little!" Ye Ruozai looked at Leohard with a calm smile and said, "So I find nothing to brag about there! Leohard, has your performance ended?"

Before Leohard could respond, Ye Ruozai shook his head with an apologetic expression and said, "I'm sorry, but even if your performance hasn't ended, I can't let you continue, because my superior thinks such a performance is too dull. He believes that his precious time shouldn't be wasted on such trivial matters, so let's end this battle!"

"Heh heh heh! Are you saying you're surrendering?" Leohard's eyes gleamed with a bright red light. The thrill of encountering a strong opponent made every cell in his body come alive. His body swelled again by a third, and the great sword in his hand continued to push forward, exerting tremendous force that sent Ye Ruozai skidding rapidly backward in the muddy black swamp.

"No, don't be fooled by my easygoing demeanor. I actually crave victory too!"

"Well, then there's nothing more to say!"

Boom! With that, the low level of the three-story villa where Sifuer lived, collapsed as Leohard's relentless assault forced Ye Ruozai backward, crashing through a large hole in the wall. The figures of both men disappeared into the dust raised by the broken wall.

In a blink of an eye, a series of explosions and the sound of swords clashing resonated from the living room on the first floor, all the windows simultaneously shattering in quick succession. Before the onlookers could gather to check the situation in detail, a tall figure flew out from inside.

The crowd followed the flying figure with their eyes to see Leohard, who had been struck, a palm imprint sunken into his chest, fresh blood gushing from the corners of his mouth. He was on the losing end.

Bailang whipped his head towards the hall, just in time to see Ye Ruozai strolling through the broken wall, assuming a boxing posture, and saying in a deep voice, "Martial Dao!"

What just happened in that fleeting moment? How did the situation reverse? Bailang shifted his gaze to Leohard, trying to find answers from him. But Leohard, at this moment, was dominated by anger and intense excitement, too preoccupied to notice anything else. As soon as Ye Ruozai appeared, the ground erupted with black water, and the magic from his entire body, unleashing a frantic bombardment towards his opponent.

Darting and weaving with bizarre footwork at amazing speed, Ye Ruozai simultaneously evaded several incoming attacks and closed in swiftly, arriving before Leohard in an instant to deliver a palm strike. Leohard didn't flinch, raising his hand to meet the attack. The two began grappling fiercely in the arena.

Pei Yan, watching intently as Ye Ruozai launched his offensive within the light screen, continuously recorded the opponent's attack methods with his Mechanical Eye, while marveling silently. Ye Ruozai's attacks were sometimes relentless like a storm, other times graceful like a cloud on the breeze, his strikes subtle and seamless. Just when outsiders thought he was in danger, he could effortlessly defuse the enemy's offensive, his moves precise and perfectly timed.

After analyzing Ye Ruozai's attack style for a while, Pei Yan finally discerned some hints and sighed helplessly, sitting back down in his chair.

He knew that in hand-to-hand combat, he and Xiayu would never catch up to Ye Ruozai in a lifetime. He could perfectly replicate Ye Ruozai's moves, even mimic them to the extreme, but even if he completely emulated the execution of the techniques, there would still be subtle differences. These differences couldn't be compensated by technique.

Perhaps this was what Lin Junzhao referred to as the mysterious and elusive 'Way'. Xiayu and he ultimately relied on combat skills, whereas Ye Ruozai continuously extrapolated and expanded this skill to reach its peak.

Pei Yan was envious of the other's abilities!

While Pei Yan was envious, Leohard in the field felt panic and frustration. After exchanging dozens of blows with Ye Ruozai, he realized that he had no chance of winning in close combat. Before he could exert force with his moves, his opponent would already intercept and retaliate midway. When he tried to unleash a magical bombardment using the star discs on his palms and wings, Ye Ruozai would always dodge with his strange footwork and counterattack from a tricky angle.

After being pounded like a punching bag under continuous assault, Leohard finally couldn't endure it anymore, letting out a long, loud howl, flapping his wings to flee the combat zone into the sky. However, his body didn't get far from the ground before he felt a weight on his ankle. Looking down, he saw Ye Ruozai grasping it, a strong force transmitted from below. Before he could flap his wings to retaliate, he was slammed heavily onto the ground, followed by a massive palm imprint striking his chest.

Staring blankly as Leohard's upper body caved in, Ye Ruozai was taken aback, then felt a sharp pain in his abdomen as Leohard kicked him away. Suspended in mid-air, he only heard Leohard's triumphant roar, "Do you think I'm like the low-level demons your superior rampaged against? Limited to choosing between crystallization and vaporization?"

In the next moment, a fist wrapped in dark purple crystals appeared in front of Ye Ruozai. Ye Ruozai instinctively reached out to grab the opponent's wrist, but instead, grasped empty air, his hand passing through a patch of black mist. Meanwhile, he took a solid punch to the face.

"I am the Knight Commander of the Thorn Flower Knight Order. Transforming between two forms at will is the basic requirement for every demon race powerhouse!" Leohard looked disdainfully at Ye Ruozai, who was knocked away and fell into the black water.