305: Chapter 305 She still had a backup plan!

In the Duel Arena, a god and a human were still locked in a frantic tug-of-war.

But after just one minute,

Xia Li's speed slowed down visibly.

"Huff... huff..."

She was panting heavily.

The silver-white White Tiger battle armor on her body grew dimmer and dimmer.

Finally.

"Hiss—"

The last wisp of black and white flames flickered in the wind and extinguished completely!

Xia Li's figure stumbled violently.

In that moment, she felt her limbs were heavier than if they had been filled with lead.

She didn't even have the strength to lift her dual blades.

With a "clatter,"

her knees gave way, and she fell heavily to one knee.

And opposite her,

Baldur was actually not doing much better.

He had already suffered deep, bone-exposing knife wounds, and on top of that, ten minutes of desperate, reckless running.

His divine blood was almost completely drained!

His face was as pale as paper, he was covered in cold sweat, and his body was swaying, teetering like a candle in the wind.

The two stared fixedly at each other from tens of meters apart, locked in a stalemate.

In the vast Duel Arena, all that remained were their ragged, bellows-like gasps.

Just then!

At the highest point of the viewing stand,

God of War Tyr slammed his hand against the railing and let out a roar of ecstatic fury: "Now is the time!!!"

"Baldur! Do you see that? Her flames have vanished!"

"That woman's aura is chaotic! She is completely exhausted!"

"Stop running! Go up there! Crush her neck!"

"Use her blood to wash away the humiliation of Asgard!!!"

Hearing Tyr's roar,

Baldur's half-open, listless eyes—dimmed from excessive blood loss—suddenly lit up with a sickly gleam!

She has no strength left?!

She can't slash anymore?!

Baldur raised his head and stared fixedly at Xia Li, who was half-kneeling on the ground, barely able to hold onto her blades.

"Hahahaha! Cough, cough, cough..."

He coughed up blood while letting out an arrogant, manic laugh.

"Keep chasing! Crazy woman! Why aren't you chasing anymore?!"

"You were quite fierce when you were slashing at this god earlier, weren't you?!"

Dragging his broken body, Baldur walked toward Xia Li, his eyes filled with extreme malice.

"Vile ant, the game is over!"

"I am going to crush every bone in your body, inch by inch!"

At this moment,

in the Red Wolf Guild preparation area.

The atmosphere was suffocating, and everyone's faces were filled with anxiety and worry.

"Damn it! Sister Li is out of mana!"

Lin Zihao was sweating profusely with anxiety and grabbed Lu Yuan's arm.

"Boss! What do we do now?!"

"Quick! Fire another shot! Recharge Sister Li!"

Zhao Meng, who was on the side, chimed in anxiously: "That's right, Boss! Give Sister-in-law another shot!"

"Just like before!"

However,

Lu Yuan slowly shook his head.

"It's useless."

His voice was low. "The Duel Arena has been completely locked down."

"The energy barrier has isolated the inside from the outside."

"Right now, no one can interfere with the two on the field."

"Then what do we do?! Just watch as Sister Li gets countered and killed by that mama's boy?!" Lin Zihao's eyes were red with anxiety.

Lu Yuan leaned back in his chair.

His deep gaze was fixed on the stunning figure kneeling on one knee in the center of the arena.

His eyes were grave.

But deep in his eyes, there was a glimmer of certainty.

"Why panic? She hasn't lost yet."

Lu Yuan's voice was steady. "I believe she still has an ace up her sleeve!"

"Just watch!"

In the Duel Arena.

Although Baldur was in a miserable state, a god is still a god.

A starving camel is still bigger than a horse!

Looking at the "crazy woman" before him who was exhausted and unable to move.

Baldur took a deep breath and forcibly squeezed out the last remnant of divine power in his body.

"Hum!"

A light sword, condensed from pure, blinding light, reformed in his hand.

Baldur's face twisted, and he took a step forward!

"Die!!!"

The light sword, like a thunderbolt, slashed fiercely toward Xia Li's head.

Xia Li gritted her teeth and used every ounce of her strength.

She raised her dual blades and crossed them to block.

"Clang——!!!"

A deafening roar echoed.

Violent force poured down.

"Pfft!"

Xia Li spat out a mouthful of blood, her body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

She slammed heavily onto the floor dozens of meters away.

The surface of the White Tiger battle armor, having lost its energy reinforcement, was covered in countless fine cracks.

"Hahahaha! Pathetic!"

"Crazy woman, be arrogant! Why aren't you arrogant anymore?!"

"Weren't you going to kill this god?!"

"Come on! Fight me!!!"

Baldur laughed wildly and pressed his advantage.

The sword light turned into a sky full of afterimages, completely enveloping Xia Li.

Xia Li gritted her teeth, only able to roll and parry in a sorry state.

"Hiss!"

Her thigh was slashed open! Blood splattered!

"Hiss!"

A deep gash appeared on her shoulder!

Without those strange black and white flames, she couldn't block the god's light sword at all!

On the viewing stand,

the one hundred thousand gods in the arena were in an uproar!

"Well done! Your Highness Baldur!"

"Torture her! Don't let her die too quickly!"

"Cut her flesh off piece by piece!!!"

"Long live Asgard!!!"

The gods roared hysterically, venting the extreme humiliation of having been played like monkeys earlier.

Meanwhile, in the human camp's preparation area,

the three hundred thousand soldiers of the Red Wolf Army were deathly silent.

Everyone clenched their fists, their nails digging into their flesh, their breathing even coming to a halt.

Lin Zihao's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth until they nearly cracked.

In the center of the Duel Arena,

"The game is over, ant!"

Baldur leaped high into the air, his eyes filled with manic brutality.

He gripped the light sword tightly with both hands, bringing it down with the force of a thunderbolt.

He thrust it fiercely toward the heart of Xia Li, who was half-kneeling on the ground, unable to dodge!

Xia Li's pupils constricted violently.

It was too fast!

Her exhausted body couldn't make any reaction at all!

"Pshhh————!!!"

The dull sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out abruptly across the arena.

Time seemed to freeze completely in that moment.

A blade tip, radiating blinding light,

pierced through from Xia Li's back!

Golden light, mixed with crimson blood, slowly dripped down the tip of the sword.

A sword through the heart!