You think you can kill me!
The instant the Demon Sword appeared,
the wind chime of the sword echoed between heaven and earth.
*Ding!!!*
That was the sound emitted by the city's speakers, controlled by Zero.
Everyone felt a fierce wind whistling past their ears.
The Demon Sword tore through the air,
and just as it was about to touch the Arena, it suddenly split in two.
The dazzling halo made the Arena look like a divine palace,
glittering brightly.
The fire demon sword was in front,
and the light demon sword was behind.
The two Demon Swords chased each other like shooting stars racing the moon,
intertwined and competing,
leaving streaks of brilliant marks across the sky,
splendid and mysterious.
It seemed the two swords had played enough;
they merged back into the Demon Sword.
A red energy wave swept in all directions.
The ripples left in the sky were blown by the energy wave,
converging together to form a gigantic character for "Death" (die).
When the character "Death" appeared,
the darkkin demon sword pierced through the Arena and appeared in Lin Yuan's hand.
In the projected image,
Lin Yuan held the Demon Sword, tilted his head, and wore a look of disdain.
Coupled with the blood-red "Death" character behind him,
he looked like a lofty deity,
perfectly embodying the concept of contempt.
Everyone who saw Lin Yuan in this state was stunned by his actions.
"What... what did I just see! Great God Lin Yuan is toying with the opponent, toying with a Level 61 Third-Turn Dark Dragon Knight."
"What grade is that sword! It's too cool."
"Isn't Great God Lin Yuan afraid of provoking the opponent by doing this, or is he just giving up since he's going to die anyway?"
"Bullshit! Since Great God Lin Yuan dared to make such a move, he will definitely win."
"Everyone, think about it, if Great God Lin Yuan has the leisure to show off, doesn't that mean he has a definite hope of victory?"
"Definite victory? You're thinking too much. I can't imagine how Great God Lin Yuan can survive against a Level 61 Dark Dragon Knight."
The Professional Forum was practically exploding,
with supporters of Lin Yuan and doomsayers refusing to back down.
"This kid..." Mu Tianxing was speechless.
At a time like this, he's still putting on such a flashy display.
But honestly,
it's damn cool!
"Alright, everyone, stop worrying."
Mu Tianxing crossed his arms.
"Since this kid is still in the mood to look cool, he definitely has a guaranteed way to win."
"Don't forget, Lin Yuan's Summoned Beasts all possess transformation abilities. Maybe Lin Yuan does too."
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, turning their gaze toward the Arena.
"1."
"The duel begins!"
The moment Captain Dragonfly shouted "begin," he quickly flapped his wings and flew high into the sky,
to avoid being affected by the battle between the two.
He glanced at the Referee Rod in his hand; the win rate had changed again.
Lin Yuan's side: 100% win rate.
Paimon's side: 0% win rate.
When the darkkin demon sword appeared in Lin Yuan's hand,
Paimon couldn't even maintain a 0.01% win rate; it dropped to 0.
It could be said that the duel Paimon had carefully planned turned him into a turtle in a jar (trapped prey).
Poor Paimon was still unaware of this fact.
He was looking at Lin Yuan with cruel eyes.
"Do you think having an extra sword can change the outcome?"
"Naive!"
"I'll let you know exactly how vast the gap between us is."
"A good weapon is only as good as its user."
His sharp claws tore through the air with overwhelming momentum.
He wanted to pierce Lin Yuan's chest with his claws, just like Lin Yuan had done to Asukel back in the Blazing Demon Fortress,
and completely rip out Lin Yuan's heart.
That would certainly be very interesting.
It was indeed interesting.
Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes, patiently listening until Paimon finished his trash talk.
He realized what Paimon intended to do.
Lin Yuan even cooperated perfectly by standing still,
allowing Paimon's body to approach him step by step.
Finally,
the metallic-sheened sharp claw pierced Lin Yuan's chest.
Paimon laughed wildly,
"Hahahahaha!"
"Do you see? This is the gap between us."
"Pathetic!"
Paimon lifted his claw, raising Lin Yuan high up, looking like a victorious general,
smug and triumphant.
"Mu Tianxing, do you see this?"
"This is your so-called genius. Nothing special."
"Now, his life and death are up to my whim. I just need to move my finger to crush him."
"How about it? Are you regretting it now?"
"Hahahahaha!"
At this moment, Zero gave Paimon a huge close-up.
His arrogant and overbearing expression made everyone furious, yet no one could do anything about him.
The atmosphere began to become oppressive.
The smile vanished from Mu Tianxing's lips.
What's going on?
Was this kid just putting on a facade?
Impossible!
How could Lin Yuan joke around with his own life?
But why didn't he even dodge?
Could it be that he was toying with Paimon?
Mu Tianxing was stunned by his own thought.
Toying with Paimon!
A Level 37 Summoner who hadn't even reached Second-Turn,
toying with a Level 61 Dark Dragon Knight who had already reached Third-Turn.
This kid has immense guts,
but he just hopes his strength can back it up.
If he were to fail,
it would be a tragedy.
Mu Tianxing's worries were unnecessary.
Failing?
Impossible.
With a 100% win rate,
unless Lin Yuan decided to commit suicide, Paimon was nothing more than a joke.
Inside the Arena,
Captain Dragonfly shook his head while watching Paimon show off.
*Sigh*, even knowing the final result, he still had to complete his referee duties fairly and justly.
Picking up the microphone, Captain Dragonfly's slightly passionate voice spread everywhere.
"Oh, Paimon made the first move and pierced Lin Yuan's chest with his sharp claw."
"Lin Yuan appears to have suffered severe injuries and cannot resist."
"Is the battle about to end? If so, that would truly be a pity."
Hearing Captain Dragonfly's words, Paimon laughed wildly again.
"Hahahaha ha ha!"
"It is indeed a pity."
Paimon raised his claw and brought it before his eyes.
His cold, vertical pupils were filled with mockery.
"Now, I'm going to take your heart. Are you ready?"
"When I, Paimon, say I will torture you to death, I will definitely do it."
"No one can stop me."
With that, Paimon raised his other claw, aimed it at Lin Yuan's heart, and prepared to rip it out.
Paimon exerted force,
"Mm!"
The claw was blocked by something.
Paimon looked over and found that Lin Yuan's hand was grasping the tip of the claw.
No matter how hard Paimon pushed, the claw could not move forward an inch.
"How is this possible!" Paimon cried out in surprise.
"Why wouldn't it be possible?" Lin Yuan raised his head and said with a smile, "Are you done showing off? How does it feel."
"Did you think you had already won?"
Lin Yuan exerted a slight force, knocking Paimon's claw aside.
He looked down at his pierced chest.
He had originally hoped Paimon would be strong enough to trigger Annihilation Form so he could complete his grand display.
However, Paimon's damage was too weak;
the attack didn't even heal as fast as Lin Yuan's natural regeneration.
Lin Yuan didn't want to wait anymore, and his expression showed some impatience.
"You think, you can kill me!"