High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

"Again!"

On the arena, a deadly threat suddenly descends!

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Jin appeared from Shen Chang'an's left side like a ghost. The sword light flowed like an endless stream, blocking all of Shen Chang'an's escape routes.

"Bang!"

The flame barrier that had just formed on Shen Chang'an's body was shattered instantly.

Faced with the unavoidable storm of swords, Shen Chang'an staggered backward three or four steps as if he were drunk. His posture looked utterly pathetic, yet he somehow managed to dodge all the deadly sword flashes at an incredible angle!

Using the space created by the backward movement, Shen Chang'an casually grabbed a handful of pebbles left from the broken earthen wall and threw them into the air.

Then quickly perform a hand seal.

Xiaoshihuayue!

"boom!!!"

What were originally tiny pebbles, no bigger than a fingernail, expanded hundreds of times in mid-air, transforming into seven or eight boulders weighing several tons each. With terrifying shadows and howling winds, they crashed down on Zhao Jin!

Zhao Jin gritted his teeth and swung his longsword repeatedly, the sharp sword energy instantly slicing the three largest rocks in front into pieces. But there were just too many rocks; he couldn't possibly cut them all down!

She made a quick decision and prepared to use a burst of speed to forcefully withdraw from the area covered by the boulder.

However, just as she was about to unleash her power, her peripheral vision caught sight of the stones she had shattered.

There, a hidden crimson rune was flashing.

Control character!

"Splash!"

Several crimson chains, formed entirely of flames, burst forth from the pile of rubble and instantly wrapped tightly around Zhao Jin's calves with lightning speed!

A trap within a trap!

Seeing that the boulder above him was about to crush him into mincemeat, a glint of madness flashed in Zhao Jin's eyes as he forcefully gathered all the remaining spiritual power in his body.

"cut!!"

A terrifying sword light, which almost drained all her strength, shot into the sky and, as easily as cutting tofu, shredded all the boulders above her head, along with the surrounding earthen walls, into dust that filled the sky!

Before the aftershocks subsided, the sword light even struck the array barrier at the edge of the arena, creating a violent ripple and a piercing alarm.

The stands were completely silent.

Everyone unconsciously swallowed hard. Those final, self-destructive sword strikes from Zhao Jin would be so devastating that even seasoned senior students in their second or third year of university would likely struggle to withstand them unscathed, let alone freshmen.

"Huff... huff..."

On the arena, Zhao Jin knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his longsword, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face, his spiritual energy completely depleted.

"That guy... must have exhausted his spiritual energy too..."

Some audience members muttered to themselves.

However, just as the dust and fog were gradually dissipating...

A blazing red light appeared.

A crimson flame figure, over two meters tall, had silently appeared behind Zhao Jin, its fist, radiating terrifying heat, hovering just three inches from the back of her head.

It lacked any murderous intent, yet it exuded a powerful deterrent.

The dust settled completely.

Shen Chang'an stood a few meters away, hands in his pockets, completely unharmed, his breathing perfectly steady.

He looked at Zhao Jin, who was drenched in sweat on the ground, and calmly uttered four words.

"A second life."

He then stopped attacking, intending to see if Zhao Jin would admit defeat.

Zhao Jin took a deep breath. She gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, her previously unfocused gaze sharpening once more, and she lashed out at the unsuspecting Shen Chang'an.

"open!"

She roared, recklessly burning the last vestige of spiritual energy within her body. The longsword transformed into a blinding white streak, carrying an unwavering resolve, aimed straight at Shen Chang'an's heart!

"If you don't surrender, I'll have to resort to some physical techniques, but it probably won't be pleasant. Be prepared."

Faced with this seemingly powerful sword strike, he neither dodged nor evaded. Just as the sword tip was about to touch his chest, his right hand shot out like lightning and grabbed Zhao Jin's wrist.

"Bang!"

A merciless knee strike landed hard on Zhao Jin's soft abdomen.

"Well--"

Zhao Jin didn't even have time to scream before her body instantly curled up like a shrimp.

Shen Chang'an didn't stop. He followed up with a side kick, precisely striking her shoulder. Zhao Jin was once again sent flying by the immense force, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop. Her once fair and delicate face was now covered in bruises, and a trickle of blood even escaped from the corner of her mouth.

One-sided beating.

It lacks any aesthetic appeal and shows absolutely no tenderness or compassion.

The freshmen in the stands went wild.

"Holy crap! Is this guy even human?! He hit a girl so hard!"

"That's so fucking tasteless! Scumbag! Pervert!"

"Where's the instructor? Where's the referee?! Stop him! He's just venting his anger!"

Angry shouts swept through the entire venue like a tsunami.

On the stage, Zhao Jin struggled to stand up.

However, the two consecutive severe blows, coupled with the complete depletion of her spiritual energy, caused her legs to tremble uncontrollably.

Humiliation, resentment, anger... countless emotions swirled wildly in her mind.

Suddenly, it felt as if something deep inside her shattered.

"boom--!"

A surge of spiritual energy far exceeding the limits of the third realm erupted from Zhao Jin's body without warning!

The dried-up meridians were instantly widened, and the newly generated spiritual energy flowed like a mighty river, emitting a faint roaring sound!

The previously scattered sword energy condensed again, even overflowing from the body's surface, cutting out dazzling scratches on the arena!

"Holy crap!! He broke through?!"

"Four Realms! Spirit River Realm!! Goddess Zhao has broken through during the battle!"

The audience in the stands were stunned at first, then they all stood up excitedly and cheered wildly!

"Kill that freak! Let him see the power of the Fourth Realm!"

Feeling the powerful energy surging within her, Zhao Jin slowly straightened up. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, gripped her longsword tightly again, and stared intently at Shen Chang'an.

"Shen Chang'an, draw your weapon and use all your strength."

Her voice was cold and confident: "Otherwise, you will die."

Shen Chang'an looked at the girl in front of him whose aura was surging, but did not pick up a weapon. His aura remained steadily at the peak of the third realm.

He even shook his head helplessly: "Are you sure you're not mistaken about something?"

"What?"

Zhao Jin frowned.

"Just in case you don't know, let me remind you."

"I killed someone like you, who is at the fourth level, three years ago."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Chang'an's expression changed instantly!

If he was just going through the motions of completing the task before, now, a hint of real killing intent finally appeared in his eyes!

"Bang!"

Explosive steps!

The ground was dented by his footsteps, and Shen Chang'an's figure vanished instantly.

Zhao Jin's pupils contracted, and he instinctively unleashed sword energies that were each five zhang long!

"Sizzle—"

The sharp sword energy grazed Shen Chang'an's shoulder and cheek, leaving several small bloody marks.

Upon seeing this, the crowd in the stands erupted in a wild cheer, believing victory was in sight.

However, their cheers stopped abruptly the next second.

Despite the cutting force of the sword energy, Shen Chang'an had already closed the distance to Zhao Jin, getting to within half a meter!

A powerful straight punch landed squarely on Zhao Jin's abdomen, without any fancy moves.

Zhao Jin spat out a mouthful of blood, and his hand gripping the sword unconsciously loosened.

Before she could retreat, Shen Chang'an's left hand pierced through her defenses and firmly grasped the hilt of her steel longsword with his bare hands! His right hand then seized her wrist and twisted it outwards!

"Snap!"

The sickening sound of bones dislocating echoed clearly throughout the venue.

Zhao Jin's right arm fell limply to the ground in an instant, and the fine steel longsword clattered to the floor.

But this is not over yet!

Shen Chang'an's right leg lashed out like a steel whip brimming with power, striking Zhao Jin's head with tremendous force. Zhao Jin managed to raise his intact left arm to block, but the terrifying force still left half of his body numb.

Finally, Shen Chang'an stepped forward and delivered a powerful palm strike, accurately and ruthlessly striking Zhao Jin's chin.

"Bang!"

This blow completely severed the blood supply to Zhao Jin's brain.

Her eyes rolled back instantly, and she collapsed to her knees like a puppet with its strings cut, completely losing consciousness.