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"Ye Rou, I will make you understand the price of betrayal," Wang Lin said, his gaze cold.
At that moment, Su Chen activated Hell's Eye to probe the attributes of the two.
**Wang Lin**
**Star Grandmaster**
**Martial Spirit**: Level Phantom Wolf
**Level**:
**Spirit Value**: Ten-Thousand
**Ye Rou**
**Star Grandmaster**
**Martial Spirit**: Ice Rabbit
**Level**:
**Spirit Value**: Ten-Thousand
Although Ye Rou was slightly weaker, overall, their strengths were comparable. Wang Lin's aura felt off. Su Chen frowned. For some reason, he sensed a strange energy emanating from Wang Lin.
If it comes to a point where we can't win, concede immediately, Su Chen shouted towards the stage.
"What’s wrong? Are you already scared before the fight has even begun?" Wang Lin sneered.
"Hmph! No matter what, I will defeat you with my own hands today." Ye Rou flicked her ponytail and drew her longsword, ready for battle.
Whoosh!
Wang Lin struck first, his figure flashing like a ghost as he appeared behind her. In an instant, he slashed at her back with a strange movement.
Sizzle!
His speed was astonishing; Ye Rou didn't even see him move before a long gash appeared on her back, blood immediately soaking her clothes.
"Sister Ye!" At that moment, Xiao Long Nu couldn't help but exclaim.
Wang Lin had concealed his true strength! Su Chen furrowed his brows, suddenly realizing something was amiss. Wang Lin must have practiced some secret technique to hide his actual combat power. This technique was similar to his Weak Cloak, but it required a continuous consumption of spiritual energy to maintain.
Hmph.
Wang Lin's expression turned cold as he moved like a ghost, instantly teleporting again. He became a fierce gust of wind, and the blade in his hand sliced through the air, ruthlessly striking Ye Rou's lower ribs.
With this blow, her clothes tore apart, flesh flew, and blood gushed forth.
Before the crowd could recover from this shocking scene, Wang Lin launched another attack, accurately cleaving into Ye Rou's thigh.
Thud.
Accompanied by the sound of her collapsing to the ground, she could no longer support herself and knelt on one knee, barely holding herself up with her long sword.
In her eyes, there was no hint of retreat; only a steadfast light flickered within.
"Sister Ye, just give up!" Below the stage, Xiao Long Nu's voice trembled with tears as she couldn't bear to witness this scene any longer, calling out urgently.
However, Ye Rou gritted her teeth tightly, sweat and blood mingling as she swayed but struggled to stand again. Everyone in her team was relying on her to uphold their dignity; no matter what, she would not concede to Wang Lin.
Excessive blood loss caused her vision to blur, and her body felt like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to fall at any moment. But in this life-and-death situation, she relied on her astonishing willpower and shakily stood up once more.
Bang!
At that moment, Wang Lin stepped forward with a cold smile and kicked out fiercely, as if a giant rock had fallen upon her, sending Ye Rou crashing to the ground.
His gaze was sinister, and his tone dripped with cruel delight: "Ye Rou, I want to see how long you can hold on."
With that said, he stepped on Ye Rou's thigh wound and began twisting his foot, inflicting unspeakable torment.
Crack!
Each sound of bone breaking was accompanied by fresh blood gushing out, staining her white clothes a glaring red.
Intense pain surged like a tidal wave, and Ye Rou's forehead was covered in fine beads of cold sweat. Her face was as pale as paper, yet she still gritted her teeth, striving to suppress any sound from escaping her lips.
Hmph! Wang Lin continued his cruel actions, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. His sinister gaze provocatively flickered toward Su Chen in the audience. At that moment, he had no idea just how self-destructive his actions truly were.
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