Ye Liangchen stared intently at Leng Yichen not far ahead, his feet shifting slightly as if each step carried immense pressure and determination. Just then, a deep and authoritative voice suddenly echoed from within the magnificent palace: "Those chosen this time have one opportunity to refuse the challenge, and will not be punished for refusing."

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in a commotion. Someone exclaimed in astonishment, "Holy crap, they can actually do this! This is so unfair!" Another person wondered suspiciously, "Could this guy be a pay-to-win player? Otherwise, why would he get this special treatment?" The crowd discussed amongst themselves, all feeling that something was amiss.

However, just when everyone thought Ye Liangchen would give up without hesitation, an unexpected scene unfolded—Ye Liangchen nodded without a second thought, indicating that he accepted the challenge. Instantly, a clamor erupted around them, with gasps of amazement rising and falling.

"Holy crap, is this guy crazy?" someone shouted incredulously. Immediately, someone else chimed in, "Exactly! He's only a little over level 20, and he's going to challenge Leng Yichen, who's already level 29? It's like throwing an egg against a rock!" Others speculated, "I think this kid's probably just trying to save face in front of Su Yao, so he made this stupid decision on a whim." Suddenly, voices of doubt, ridicule, and worry mingled together, forming a noisy torrent.

Despite the criticism from the crowd, Ye Liangchen remained remarkably calm. He straightened his back, looked directly at Leng Yichen, and loudly retorted, "No matter how incompetent I am, at least I dare to take responsibility for my actions, unlike some people who only know how to run away!" These words resonated deeply, shocking many present.

"Ye Liangchen, being glib and smooth-talking is useless in this world. Just wait to die."

Leng Yichen's pupils instantly turned purple.

It is obvious that Yuta is also a heterochromatic.

Seven blades appeared behind him.

Ye Liangchen only had four pieces.

With seven against four, it's clear that Ye Liangchen is doomed to lose.

The blades collided continuously in the air.

With four against seven, Ye Liangchen needed to quickly control the blades to defend himself.

The sound of something cutting through the air, the sound of something colliding, and sparks flying everywhere.

The two people kept changing their techniques.

Soon, a blade broke through Ye Liangchen's defenses.

The blade flew rapidly toward his neck.

"careful."

Su Yao saw the blade fly towards Ye Liangchen's neck from outside the venue.

The blade changed direction in an instant.

The direction was just one centimeter away from cutting his skin.

At that moment, the metal piece changed direction, and it was clear that the blade was flying towards Leng Yichen.

"A trivial skill, nothing special."

One of the blades flew out quickly and blocked the blade.

The clash of blades was so intense that it left everyone breathless.

"My God, what is it about Ye Liangchen that's so strange to me?"

"His mastery of manipulating objects has truly reached an unparalleled level."

...

"Don't be in such a hurry. Controlling objects requires a lot of supernatural power and concentration, and Ye Liangchen's level is relatively low right now. I'm afraid this battle will be difficult to win."

Five minutes later, Ye Liangchen's forehead was covered in sweat.

Leng Yichen was just breathing more rapidly.

More and more sparks appeared in the air.

The blade keeps getting smaller.

"bite"

Soon, a piece of iron disappeared.

The second piece also disappeared.

...

There are now only three pieces of iron in the air. Ye Liangchen only has one left, while Leng Yichen has two.

"Ye Liangchen, you only have one left. Do you think you can still stop me?"

What makes you so sure I can't stop you?

"Because I still have supplies here."

Six more iron plates rose up behind Leng Yichen.

"With this, what do you have to fight me with?"

"So that's why you're asking. Are you sure I'm not?"

Iron plates appeared behind Ye Liangchen again.

This time, the iron sheet has a textured surface.

This is clearly a specially made steel sheet.

"Leng Yichen, show me all your tricks, or I'll look down on you for your petty tricks."

"Alright, since that's the case, then I'll show you the true terror of those with heterochromia."

Inside the arena, snow had appeared all around.

Snowflakes drifted down slowly.

The air quickly cooled down.

The snowflakes only fell around Ye Liangchen.

Everyone could see the air Ye Liangchen exhaled.

"Ye Liangchen, I wonder if you can hold them off now."

That's it?

“That’s right, Ye Liangchen. Let me see how you break this deadlock.”

"Alright, Leng Yichen, you can watch it slowly in a bit. Let me re-film and teach you what a person with heterochromia is."

Ye Liangchen produced flames, which quickly extinguished the snowflakes.

Leng Yichen was directly surrounded.

The clash of snow and fire.

Snowflakes fell rapidly.

The flames vanished instantly upon encountering the snowflakes.

"Is that all? Ye Liangchen."

"Of course not."

Suddenly, two blazing flames appeared out of nowhere without warning, wrapping tightly around Leng Yichen's shoes with lightning speed! The flames were like two ferocious fire dragons, baring their fangs and claws as if they wanted to devour everything.

Faced with this sudden situation, Leng Yichen dared not be negligent in the slightest. He quickly mobilized his supernatural power, condensing into crystal-clear snowflakes, attempting to extinguish the strange flames with his icy power. However, to his astonishment, no matter how hard he tried, the flames seemed to possess a life of their own, burning stubbornly without showing any signs of weakening.

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