The handsome young man, seeing this, let out another furious roar without hesitation. His entire skin instantly turned blood-red, and as he opened his mouth, a pillar of blood-colored light shot out, flashing and disappearing into the retreating blue longsword.

　　"Boom!"

　　A layer of blood-red flames instantly ignited on the surface of the blue longsword. Then, under Victor Sullivan's urging of his magic power, it spun fiercely, transforming once again into a blood-red sword rainbow several times thicker than before, emitting a piercing shriek as it swept back toward the opponent.

　　The white-robed man above the arena saw this, his expression tightening slightly, but he made no move to intervene.

Chapter 7 Life and Death Arena (Part 2)

　　"Bastard! You actually used a secret technique that harms your own vital blood—you're finished for good now. But if you think you can hurt me with this, you're still dreaming." Edwin Sullivan clearly hadn't expected his opponent to use such a desperate move right at the start. He was first startled, then became furious.

　　He suddenly slapped the jade pendant at his waist. With a dragon's roar, a misty white flood dragon phantom flew out, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged straight at the blood rainbow.

　　A thunderous rumble!

　　The flood dragon phantom, upon contact with the blood rainbow, was immediately forced back, shrinking rapidly in size as its light flickered.

　　Edwin Sullivan, witnessing this, snorted and quickly formed a spell with his hands.

　　Above the handsome young man, the air rippled, and green vine phantoms appeared, weaving rapidly together to form a massive green net in the blink of an eye.

　　"Floating Thorn Net!" Edwin Sullivan shouted in a low voice, spreading his fingers and pressing down toward the void in front of him.

　　A stream of gray light flowed over the surface of the green net, sprouting gray spikes that viciously descended.

　　Seeing this, Evan Sullivan immediately tilted his head back and spat out several mouthfuls of vital blood. With a series of "bangs," they exploded into clouds of blood mist that soared upward, preventing the green thorn net from falling.

　　At this moment, the white flood dragon phantom, locked in battle with the blood rainbow, had already shrunk to half its original size.

　　Edwin Sullivan saw this and his face turned truly unsightly. Cursing "reckless fool" under his breath, he pointed a finger at the sky. The dark green mountain peak that had been circling above his head shot out, joining the struggle against the blood rainbow.

　　With this, the drain on Edwin Sullivan's magic power was immense. He could only pull out handfuls of various pills from his robe and stuff them frantically into his mouth.

　　The handsome young man, however, supported by the Blood Ignition technique, still had an unending flow of magic power, showing no sign of weakening or stopping. He even let out another low roar, stomped the ground with one foot, and shot toward his opponent like a crossbow bolt.

　　"Die!"

　　Seeing this, Edwin Sullivan was overjoyed instead. With a flick of his wrist, the copper ring on his finger flashed with spiritual light, and a huge crescent-shaped wind blade shot out, aiming to slice the oncoming Evan Sullivan in two.

　　Facing the giant wind blade, Evan Sullivan's eyes flashed with ruthless determination. He merely twisted his waist, and his body shifted half a foot at an incredible angle, without slowing down in the slightest.

　　"Crack!"

　　Even though a layer of white spiritual light appeared on the young man's body, the giant wind blade was clearly extremely sharp. In a flash, it easily sliced off one of his arms at the shoulder.

　　But the young man seized this opportunity to pounce in front of Edwin Sullivan, shouting "Blood Essence Fist!" His remaining arm instantly swelled, and a crimson fist smashed fiercely at his opponent.

　　All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

　　"Not good!"

　　Although Edwin Sullivan's magic power was strong, he lacked much combat experience. Faced with the young man's desperate, self-harming close-range attack, he was clearly caught off guard. In a panic, he tried to form another spell, but it was too late—his features twisted in terror.

　　With a loud "boom," a giant golden bell phantom suddenly appeared around Edwin Sullivan. The crimson fist struck it, exploding in a shower of flesh and blood, even shattering the exposed white bones into several pieces.

　　But after blocking this fatal blow, the golden bell phantom flickered and vanished.

　　The white-robed man in the sky saw this, his eyes flashing. The hand he had been about to extend from his sleeve paused and withdrew slightly.

　　"Golden Vajra Shield—this is the Vajra Talisman personally drawn by my father, and it can activate itself. Haha, Evan Sullivan, you're dead for sure!" Having narrowly escaped death, Edwin Sullivan burst out in wild laughter.

　　At that moment, something happened that no one could have expected.

　　Though he appeared gravely wounded and seemingly powerless to attack, the handsome young man suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a blood arrow.

　　At such close range, the blood arrow struck Edwin Sullivan's face with lightning speed.

　　A miserable scream!

　　Looking again at the scene, Edwin Sullivan was clutching his face with both hands, tumbling to the ground and rolling in agony, howling like a slaughtered pig.

　　After spitting out the blood arrow, Evan Sullivan's aura immediately plummeted by more than half. His previously youthful face aged seven or eight years in an instant. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his toe, he pounced again at his enemy, who had stolen his wife.

　　The spectators around the arena were already dumbfounded, most of them shocked by Evan Sullivan's ruthless methods.

　　The outcome of this match was clearly far beyond everyone's expectations.

　　"Freeze!"