"Eat his car! Eat his car!"

"Your horse is gone! Your horse is gone!"

There were also people playing chess, but their words seemed to contain some ambiguity.

At first, these people were full of enthusiasm, watching the exciting and thrilling fight between the strong, and they couldn't wait to get closer and watch.

But it's been five hours and the fight is still not over. The two fighters aren't tired, but the viewers are.

"How long will this battle last? I'm getting impatient..."

One person even brought out his sleeping bag so he could take a nap if he hadn't finished playing by night.

"Hard to say, they seem evenly matched. How about we play a game and make a bet?"

"Let's forget about it. I'm afraid that if the two of them find out, they'll come and 'reason' with us."

"Too."

In the end, they abandoned that audacious idea and simply watched quietly, observing when the battle would end.

These people weren't just spectators; some of them came with different ideas.

For example, if the final result is that both sides are severely damaged, can I ambush the winner and gain some benefit from it?

Such people do exist; they feel they are quite capable and can go all in.

Take a gamble, and you might just turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

On the battlefield, the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was once again repelled by Bai Yi and his numerous puppets.

"Damn it, Bai Xiaosheng..."

The situation changed when he realized the problem; previously he wanted to wear down Bai Xiaosheng, but now his opponent wanted to wear him down.

Those puppets will try to interrupt the unsealing of his treasure, and Bai Xiaosheng will also stop him at crucial moments.

The goal is singular: to prevent him from unleashing a decisive blow and wear him down through sustained attrition.

"We can't do that, buddy. Get ready, give me all the remaining Command Seals."

"Are you sure? If we go all in and fail on the first strike..."

The Heroic Spirit hesitated slightly. There were still two Command Seals left. If used sparingly, they could allow the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords to hold on for a few more hours.

"I am absolutely certain that only by fighting with all our might can we have a slim chance of winning."

"Okay, I understand."

He sensed the spirit's resolve and raised his right hand.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, restore you to your best condition."

"In the name of the Command Seal, Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, unleash your Noble Phantasm with all your might!"

Two red lines faded from the back of his hand, followed by a surge of powerful magic that flowed into the body of the Myriad Swords Pavilion Master.

"boom……"

The burst of magical energy repelled the surrounding puppets, and the Master of Ten Thousand Swords leaped into the air.

"Ten thousand swords, return to one!"

The Noble Phantasm was unleashed, and a golden giant sword instantly materialized, crashing down towards the ground.

"A clash of energy? I like it! Noble Phantasm: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!"

A silver giant sword appeared in Bai Yi's hand and slashed towards the direction of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master.

"Buzz..."

Two swords, almost identical except for their color, clashed together, unleashing terrifying energy.

The others present could only see that the silver greatsword on the right was pointing upwards, and the golden greatsword on the left was pointing downwards.

Then, smoke filled the air, covering the entire battlefield, and the aftershocks of energy interfered with their senses.

"..."

The commotion has subsided; who is the ultimate winner?

"call……"

They saw a blurry figure in the smoke.