Xiao Fan felt Yuan Shaofeng's fierce axe blow, his eyes lit up, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky.

He took a heavy step forward, causing the arena to tremble. He swung his sword upwards, rising against all obstacles with the force of creation.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Shaofeng couldn't help but sneer. This black axe was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, and coupled with his immense strength, this man dared to take it head-on; he was simply courting death.

Clang.

The blade collided with the falling black axe.

It made a huge noise, deafeningly loud.

Yuan Shaofeng raised an eyebrow, his expression surprised. Xiao Fan had not only caught it, but had also forced him back. He secretly sighed in admiration.

"Such strength, such fierce and domineering swordsmanship. The person Commander Han is trying to make things difficult for is indeed no ordinary person."

Xiao Fan took a few steps back, his fighting spirit soaring even higher. He looked at Yuan Shaofeng with unwavering determination, and without a word, he leaped forward and launched an attack.

Feeling the chilling force of the blade, Yuan Shaofeng immediately snapped out of his daze, let out a cold snort, and swung his black axe straight down.

Clang.

The sound of knives and axes clashing rang out again.

Xiao Fan got more and more into the fight; he loved this straightforward style of fighting, wielding his sword with every strike.

Yuan Shaofeng kept swinging his black axe, clashing head-on with Xiao Fan.

In an instant, the flashing of swords and the clash of axes filled the air, and the sounds of close combat echoed continuously.

The two fought without any fancy moves, their direct clashes keeping the audience thoroughly entertained.

Xiao Fan's attacks grew increasingly fierce and domineering with each strike, his momentum growing ever stronger.

Yuan Shaofeng was frustrated. He had originally planned to quickly win over Xiao Fan and make a good impression on Han Qi.

Now, things have turned out differently. After a contest, he has gradually fallen into a disadvantageous position.

On the other side of the arena.

Yin Tiantian and Wang Han fought equally fiercely, both wielding swords.

Yin Tiantian's style leans towards grandeur and magnificence, possessing the imperial aura of a ruler.

Wang Han's swordsmanship leans towards a chilling and deadly style, with ruthless attacks aimed at vital points, and the cold, sharp sword light that sends shivers down one's spine.

The thought of becoming Han Wu's disciple made him even more decisive in his actions. The immortal sword in his hand transformed into a venomous snake, ready to take a life at any moment.

The two figures flew and moved around on the arena, exchanging blows countless times in a short period of time.

Ding, ding, ding.

The crisp metallic sound of swords clashing rang out continuously.

Wang Han frowned more and more as he fought, thinking to himself that this woman was not as Han Qi described, but rather a difficult opponent.

Yin Tiantian was filled with fighting spirit, and the Crimson Sky Immortal Sword came to life in her hands. She found this competition very enjoyable.

Wang Han sensed that Yin Tiantian's fighting spirit was growing stronger, and the shifting balance of power made him very uneasy. This couldn't go on.

He made a snap decision, his gaze turning cold, and silently uttered, "Nine Kill Shadow Sword."

Instantly, nine Wang Hans appeared around him, quickly separating to surround Yin Tiantian.

The nine people simultaneously glared coldly at Yin Tiantian, their killing intent palpable.

Yin Tiantian glanced at them, her brows furrowing slightly. She couldn't tell if the nine people were real or not; each one seemed genuine, or perhaps all of them were.

Below the ring.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to Han Qi:

"Brother Han, this woman is proud enough to have forced Wang Han to use the Nine Kill Sword."

Han Qi nodded, then snorted coldly, "She certainly has reason to be proud, but her winning streak has come to an end."

Fang Yuan chimed in, "That's right. Although the Nine Kill Sword uses the method of creating clones, it is quite special, allowing the eight clones to briefly possess the strength of the original body. It can be described as a heaven-defying move."

Han Qi looked at the arena and said, "This is Wang Han's trump card. He needs to prepare for it again after each use. I can see his sincerity."

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Being able to become Commander Han's disciple is a rare opportunity, and he knows how to do it."

On the stage, nine Wang Hans surrounded Yin Tiantian, their eyes icy cold.

Without uttering a single wasted word, the nine of them suddenly unleashed their killing intent, their movements synchronized, transforming into nine cold and sharp streaks of light that simultaneously attacked Yin Tiantian in the center.

As Yin Tiantian watched the nine people charging in from all directions and felt the approaching crisis, her fighting spirit was completely ignited, and she felt a surge of heroic ambition.

She silently chanted in her heart, "Crimson Heaven Emperor Sword, sweep across all directions."

With a majestic sword cry, the Crimson Sky Immortal Sword instantly formed an inviolable and domineering aura.

Yin Tiantian swept her sword around her body, and a circular sword beam spread out in all directions from her center.

The sword's edge soon encountered the nine streams of light that were attacking it.

Thud, thud... thud,

Eight sounds of defeat followed in succession.

Eight of the nine Wang Hans were defeated, and the remaining one was the real Wang Han.

Wang Han's heart tightened, but he couldn't care less about anything else. Even if he only had his original body left, he had no choice but to face the challenge head-on.

He knew that even this couldn't defeat Yin Tiantian, and he had no more chances.

He wanted to break through Yin Tiantian's sword light and deliver the final blow to victory or defeat.

But things took another unexpected turn. After Yin Tiantian's circular sword beam had defeated eight of his clones, its attack continued unabated, and he was forced back.

Wang Han was stunned. How could this be?

Yin Tiantian's offensive continued unabated, and the Crimson Sky Immortal Sword shone brightly, its light as dazzling as the sun.

Crimson Sky Sword Technique, Sunburst Slash.

She shone brightly and calmly charged towards Wang Han.

The sword is majestic and imposing, its momentum fierce and sharp.

As Wang Han felt the power of this move, he secretly lamented that there was no hope of becoming Commander Han's disciple.

He said bitterly, "I admit defeat."

Yin Tiantian instantly suppressed her aura and looked indifferently at Han Qi below the arena.

Han Qi's face was pale, his fists were clenched so tightly that he didn't even realize his nails were digging into his flesh.

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