Divine Seal: Fire Kirin Fly Template, shattering the Demon God Pillar!

Chapter 28: A War of Attrition! Saint Cher emerges victorious.

Saint Cheryl's figure disappeared.

It's not the visual residual created by speed like traditional assassins, nor is it the optical concealment brought by stealth skills.

Rather, it truly vanished into thin air.

It was as if she had never existed; only Wang Yuanyuan remained on the stage.

The air stopped moving, the wind disappeared, and even the breathing of tens of thousands of people in the stands seemed to be held captive by an invisible hand.

Dead silence.

A chilling, deathly silence.

Wang Yuanyuan still gripped her shield and hammer tightly, as still as a deep pool and a towering mountain. Her eyes were covered, her face turned forward, but the frequency of her ear tremors suddenly increased.

She is listening, she is perceiving.

Using all senses except sight, they construct a world of their own.

Suddenly, Wang Yuanyuan's body tensed up, all her muscles tightening instantly, like a startled prehistoric beast.

Without any warning, a gray shadow appeared three feet behind her.

It's Saint Cher!

The bamboo staff in her hand was no longer a cane, but a sword of ultimate slaying power.

The tip of the staff exhaled a terrifying gray aura, a deathly sharpness formed purely from killing intent and spiritual power.

Assassin Skill - Deadly Strike!
This thrust was silent yet swift, aimed directly at Wang Yuanyuan's vital point in the back of her heart!

too close!
For an assassin, this distance is the distance that means certain death!

In the audience, countless people were horrified, their gasps caught in their throats.

Even Ren Wokuang on the podium froze on his face and stood up abruptly.

However, just as the tip of the staff of death was about to touch Wang Yuanyuan's armor...

Wang Yuanyuan made a move!
Instead of turning around or blocking, she made a move that caught everyone, including Saint Cher, off guard.

With a heavy stomp of her left foot, she slammed the Giant Spirit Shield in her hand down onto the ground in front of her!
"Boom--!"

A deafening roar, so deep it seemed to shatter the entire arena, suddenly erupted!
Centered on the point where the giant shield landed, a visible ring of earth-yellow air currents surged forth, like a flood bursting its banks.

It spread wildly in all directions with unparalleled impact.

Shockwave.

This was originally an area control skill.

However, with the terrifying power of Wang Yuanyuan's Giant Spirit God bloodline, she managed to turn it into a divine skill that combined offense and defense!

The violent shockwave instantly swept across the entire arena, and the first thing to be hit was the gray figure right behind her.

Saint Cheryl's deadly stab was incredibly powerful, but it was ultimately a single-target attack.

Faced with this indiscriminate area-of-effect attack, her lithe body was like a small boat in a storm.

"Well!"

With a very soft groan, Sheng Cai'er's figure was forced back by the violent shockwave, flying backward more than ten meters before she finally regained her footing.

The bamboo staff in his hand left a deep mark on the ground.

Her empty eyes stared at Wang Yuanyuan's back, a hint of seriousness appearing for the first time.

"Wow..."

Only then did the suppressed screams erupt like a landslide and a tsunami throughout the entire Knight Trial Grounds.

"She blocked it... she blocked it! No, she forced it back! How did she anticipate the attack from behind?"

"Incredible! That reaction, that decisiveness! This isn't just a fifth-tier warrior, this is practically a war fortress!"

"Using a shockwave to break an assassin's deadly attack? What kind of genius is that?!"

On the podium, Ren Wokuang let out a long sigh of relief, plopped back into his chair, and his smug expression was even more pronounced than before.

He stroked his beard and glanced sideways at his old buddies beside him.

He chuckled and said, "How about it? Not bad, right? This is called wisdom, the wisdom of battle!"

Lin Chen, the deputy temple master of the Magic Temple, an elderly man in a blue robe, couldn't hide the envy in his eyes. He sincerely exclaimed, "Not just good, Old Kuang, where did you dig up this treasure?"

"This girl's combat instincts are simply innate."

"Using offense as defense to resolve a deadlock—this understanding of the battle situation is something many seventh-tier battle kings might not possess!"

Han Qian and Ying Suifeng, who were standing nearby, nodded in agreement.

Especially Ying Suifeng, whose face was usually as cold as ice, showed a rare hint of approval: "This woman is truly the nemesis of assassins."

These eight simple words are the highest praise for Wang Yuanyuan.

Hearing everyone's praise, Ren Wokuang grinned from ear to ear, his mustache practically sticking up to the sky.

The other deputy hall masters were so angry that they glared and cursed inwardly at the old man for having such incredible luck.

In a corner of the audience, Li Hao stared intently at the ring.

Unlike the others who were amazed by Wang Yuanyuan's response, he quickly reviewed the situation in his mind.

"The reaction was still 0.1 seconds too slow. If Sheng Cai'er's spiritual power had been a fraction stronger and she had used 'Shadow Strike' instead of 'Decisive Strike', Yuan Yuan's thick back would have been pierced before the shockwave was launched."

"The transitions between defensive stances are still stiff; this is a fundamental problem. I need to go back and strengthen my core strength and flexibility coordination training..."

Li Hao's eyes were sharp as an eagle's. Like the most discerning craftsman, he examined his most prized work, constantly searching for even the slightest flaw.

After the competition, we will make up for her shortcomings and help her become even more perfect.

After a brief pause, the battle on the field resumed.

After her initial mistake, Saint Cher became more cautious.

Her figure appeared and disappeared on the arena like a ghost, constantly moving, probing, and searching for Wang Yuanyuan's weaknesses.

Wang Yuanyuan, on the other hand, thoroughly implemented her own strategy—to remain still and observe.

She stood in the center of the ring, blindfolded, holding a shield and hammer, like an unshakeable mountain.

No matter how Saint Cai'er changed positions, she remained unmoved.

The pace of the battle was forcibly pulled into a bizarre and protracted war.

One is as swift as a rabbit, the other as still as a virgin.

One dances on the edge of a knife, the other suppresses the universe within a small space.

The sound of the green bamboo staff colliding with the shield of the giant spirit god.

Sometimes it was like a torrential downpour, dense and rapid.

At other times, it is like a thunderclap, heavy and domineering.

The audience had gone from being tense and excited to completely absorbed, as if they were watching a dance that perfectly combined violence and art.

Two completely different fighting styles shone brightly on the small arena.

Time slips away unnoticed.

No one noticed that the sun on the horizon had already quietly begun to set in the west.

when!when!when!
The urgent chimes signaled the end of the match.

On the arena, Sheng Cai'er staggered, leaning on her bamboo cane, her chest heaving violently, her forehead already drenched in sweat.

The prolonged, high-intensity bursts and dodges consumed a tremendous amount of her spiritual energy.

In contrast, Wang Yuanyuan, although her breathing was also somewhat rapid, had a much longer breath than Sheng Cai'er.

The bloodline of the Giant Spirit God gave her not only strength, but also endurance far exceeding that of others of the same level.

The outcome seems to be decided.

However, just when everyone thought Wang Yuanyuan would launch a thunderous attack and end the match.

She slowly raised her hand and ripped off the black cloth covering her eyes.

The sunlight returned to her eyes, causing her to squint slightly.

She looked at the blind girl opposite her, who was leaning on a bamboo cane, with a slender figure but a straight spine, and smiled gently.

"I surrender."

(End of this chapter)