Clang...

Revenge Shadow Rider drew his black blade, its ebony edge so dark that even sunlight couldn't reveal its true hue.

Kexiao hadn't expected this. Ha, so eager already? Quite impatient indeed. But, this was indeed the Feng Yi he knew.

Seeing this, Savior slowly drew its lightsaber with such deliberate slowness it seemed as if it was brewing a certain momentum during the process...

At this moment, people around the world widened their eyes, such anticipation for the battle was something no player could overlook.

From the Hell's Gate viewing platform, Mirami exclaimed, "Goodness gracious, they're really gonna fight..."

Deep within, it seemed she realized it wasn't just Revenge Shadow Rider with his overbearing majesty—it was also Kexiao's presence, so charismatic. Yet, compared to the perfect man that was Kexiao, Feng Yi felt more genuine, more approachable.

Top pilots from various countries at this moment focused their attention entirely on the two at the center of the arena. Everyone who should be there was present, and even those who shouldn't had arrived. Those who weren't present were staring trance-like through video broadcasts.

This battle was destined to become a legend for the ages, with the victor's name living on in history, passed down from mouth to mouth, while the one who failed would fall from grace forever.

"Sister Lina, who do you think has the greater chance of winning," Dovir asked with a calmness masking his concern. Naturally, he was more inclined towards Revenge Shadow Rider, but everyone had clashed with Kexiao and knew all too well how terrifyingly he surpassed any top-ranked fighter they were familiar with. Against such a formidable opponent, even Revenge Shadow Rider's victory was uncertain.

Angelina shook her head and gave a bitter smile, "No one knows. At this level of competition, victory often depends on micro-managing control. I think even the two down there can't guarantee the outcome, not to mention us making wild guesses."

The hearts of the warriors in the Saudi competitive area were in their throats, the most conflicted of whom was Jiu Ling. She wished neither for Kexiao to lose nor for Revenge Shadow Rider to be defeated, hoping against hope that both could end the fight alive, no matter how slim the chance.

"Jiu Ling, are you worried?"

Xia Mu approached, limping heavily on his crutch.

"How did you know?"

"Because you wear your emotions on your face. I think there's no need to feel such, as to them, this fight is just the pursuit of what they desire the most. Heh, even if they lose or die, they'll have no regrets."

"It's rare for you to be consoling."

"Just stating the truth."

Jiu Ling tried to distract herself, but within seconds, her focus drifted back to the center of the arena. She realized she couldn't deceive her own heart.

As Kexiao and Revenge Shadow Rider both drew their weapons, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly...

Xia Mu could only offer a helpless smile. He didn't care much for the duelists in the arena; these two were unlike other fighters. If the others pursued fame, fortune, and status, these were completely absorbed in the joy of battle itself. It's exactly what they both longed for, which is why even if either of them lost, Xia Mu wouldn't feel too sad.

Xiu Yi glanced at his three teammates and then fixed his gaze on his opponent. As the hum of engines roared, he raised his black blade high and struck with a powerful thrust aiming straight for Savior's critical point.

This move, perfected after who knows how long of practice, was his strongest assault skill.

What a rapid thrust! Kexiao's lips curled into a slight smirk. Such a probe was almost insulting in its simplicity, he thought to himself. However, even though he took it lightly, he made no move to attack. Rather, standing sword in hand, he effortlessly parried the direct strike with a clanging sound. More like being repelled, Savior chose to leap back in reaction to the pressing force.

Xiu Yi gasped heavily... This strike was far more than a simple lunge, it was an intricate combination of maneuvers, requiring the utmost concentration, weighty emotions, tense mindset, and muscle strain. Just this one attack had him breathing heavily.

Kexiao himself was not bored. Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to attempt to probe Revenge Shadow Rider's thoughts and feelings—any such attempt would only sap his own strength. But since it was Revenge Shadow Rider's chosen playstyle, why not indulge him?

With this thought, Savior followed up with a leap. Silver Spear touched down faintly on the ground, and Kexiao lashed out with a side kick aimed directly at Revenge Shadow Rider's cockpit. This kicking move, not particularly complex in itself, became an exquisite display of skill in Kexiao's hands, devoid of unnecessary movement, as if silently proclaiming, "See, I can do simplicity too."

Xiu Yi's eyes suddenly widened. The opponent's movements were still within his ability to react, but they felt incredibly fast and fluid—a perfection that he could not achieve no matter if he tried a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times. It was more mesmerizing than his own specialty move, sharp to the utmost degree.

With a guttural shout, Xiu Yi lifted his black blade to forcefully block...

Somehow, as if by sheer luck, he managed to parry the blow, stumbling backwards a great distance, nearly falling over...

A collective gasp escaped the crowd... Good heavens, Revenge Shadow Rider was being overpowered, and by such simple techniques. But not long after, the sighs were drowned out by roaring cheers.

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