Jiang Jingwei's red hair spread out on its own, like seaweed, with fiery red strands floating fire elemental particles.

Surrounding her body was a spherical energy field, with rapidly moving, colliding micro-red particles on the outer layer and twisted air on the inside.

At this moment, Jiang Jingwei seemed like a different person, transforming from a carefree and combative young girl into a goddess who controlled flames, majestic and violent.

"Crackle, crackle..."

Her bent arm returned to normal, and the resentful spirit on her shoulder let out a piercing scream, seemingly suffering some degree of burns, but still tightly clinging to the young girl's body, continuously draining her energy.

To sacrifice everything for the master's command was the most basic quality of a spirit servant. "The Furious One truly lives up to being the purest bloodline of a fire master," Zhao Chenghuang's proud face finally revealed a hint of seriousness.

Clearly, he knew the reason for Jiang Jingwei's sudden outburst.

"I'll deal with this obstructive Yin Corpse first, then I'll have a good fight with you," Jiang Jingwei smiled at Zhao Chenghuang.

Without waiting for Zhao Chenghuang's response, she sank to her knees, transforming into a stream of flames and crashing into the Yin Corpse's embrace.

"Bang!"

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In the explosion of flames, she propelled the Yin Corpse out, with continuous explosions along the way. Jiang Jingwei was like a firecracker, pushing the Yin Corpse towards the edge of the molten lava, far away from Zhao Chenghuang.

Then, she grabbed the Yin Corpse's ankle, lifted it into the air, and slammed it down. The Yin Corpse fell heavily into the molten lava, splashing bright molten water everywhere. Jiang Jingwei also plunged into the molten lava, pressing down on the Yin Corpse's head that was about to leap out, forcing it back into the "pool."

At this moment, Zhao Chenghuang was dozens of meters away on the other side of the molten lava, unable to stop her in time.

Zhao Chenghuang immediately made a decision, suppressing his emotions, closing his eyes, and staying still.

He wanted to personally control the Yin Corpse and battle Jiang Jingwei at the bottom of the pool.

The onlookers stepped forward, approaching the edge of the volcano and looking down.

They saw a large number of bubbles rising from the molten lava, with a continuous gurgling sound, and a stronger smell of sulfur.

The battle in the molten lava seemed intense, but unfortunately, no one could see it.

As Zhang Yuanqing watched the molten lava and listened to Guan Ya beside him, she said:

I heard the elders in the clan say that the core ability of a fire master at the Saint level is to unleash potential. Being irritable, reckless, and impulsive are their weaknesses, but at the Saint level, they become strengths.

"The Furious One is like a bomb, ready to explode at any time and place, which is something other professions cannot achieve.

"Jiang Jingwei has the purest bloodline of a fire master in the world. Although she has not reached the Saint level, if she is in a desperate situation, she can easily unleash the power hidden in her bloodline.

"I see!" Zhang Yuanqing nodded. To unleash strength comparable to that of a Saint with a transcendent body, Jiang Jingwei's innate bloodline talent was enviable.

In that case, dealing with a Level 4 Yin Corpse shouldn't be a problem, after all, it's just a Yin Corpse, not a real fire master.

Without the Yin Corpse, it's unknown how Zhao Chenghuang would respond.

After all, the Yin Corpse is an important reliance for Zhao Chenghuang, who ranks first on the list.

As his thoughts wandered, the molten lava surged, and Jiang Jingwei leaped out from the scalding "liquid," holding the twisted Yin Corpse in her hands.

The volcano erupted with a clamor, and discussions broke out.

Jiang Jingwei ranked sixth on the list of the top twenty, but she defeated Zhao Chenghuang's Yin Corpse, a result that surprised many people.

With this level of strength, she should be able to break into the top three.

"The Little Princess is amazing!"

"Long live the Little Princess!"

A small group of people shouted particularly loudly, led by a red-haired young man with his arms crossed, looking proud. His followers behind him cheered and applauded loudly.

These fire masters were like two Ha dogs... Zhang Yuanqing shifted his gaze, looking into the distance to see the reaction of the Taiyi Sect, but was surprised to find that they were unusually calm.

Inside the arena, Jiang Jingwei casually threw the Yin Corpse onto a pillar and laughed heartily with her hands on her hips:

That was exhilarating, it's been a long time since I've had such a thrilling fight.

Zhao Chenghuang opened his eyes, not bothering to look at the Yin Corpse that had been disabled. This loss was within his control, and after the battle, he could repair the Yin Corpse with the power of the Taiyin within ten days to half a month.

He furrowed his brow, looking at Jiang Jingwei and said:

"You can't maintain this state for long. Why didn't you use any tools just now and instead chose to go to extremes?"

Zhao Chenghuang was puzzled by her actions. Fire masters indeed had no means to restrain spiritual bodies, but what was Jiang Jingwei's identity? She was someone with a higher status and a deeper background than himself, and it would be easy for her to have tools to restrain spiritual bodies.

"Why use tools? That's no fun," Jiang Jingwei said with a sneer. "I came here to fight, and if I want to win against you, I'll do it fair and square."

Zhao Chenghuang's stern face visibly paused, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly:

"Alright, then I won't use any tools either!

With that, he put away the small clay figure he had been holding in his palm. "I'll rely on the power of the Night Wandering God to defeat you."

Zhao Chenghuang took a deep breath, leaned on Jiang Jingwei's shoulder, and absorbed a large amount of her energy from the resentful spirit, immediately turning into a wisp of blue smoke and drifting into his mouth.The spirit servant entrance caused Zhao Chenghuang's eyes to immediately burst with bloodshot eyes, his pupils trembled violently, his forehead bulged with blue veins, his face twisted in agony.

"Ah ah ah….."

He hunched over, emitting a painful roar.

His body suddenly grew tall, muscles swelling and turning dark, with a metallic sheen on his skin, nails growing rapidly into sharp, black claws.

In a matter of seconds, Zhao Chenghuang transformed into a creature emitting black energy, with dark skin, black claws, and bloodshot eyes.

His breath was cold and powerful, and a layer of frost formed on the ground beneath him, spreading downwards, with the scorching lava quickly cooling and turning into cracked black soil.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was observing from above, was greatly shocked.

Only the Night Wanderer could comprehend this shock.

At this moment, Zhao Chenghuang erupted with an aura that surpassed the limits of transcendence, without using any props, but relying on his own abilities to transcend the stage of transcendence.

The method was simple, by actively stimulating the power of the Taiyin within the body, causing it to go out of control and become violent, resulting in an effect similar to boiling oil over a fierce fire.

Zhang Yuanqing had encountered a similar situation himself, when he was almost consumed by the power of the Taiyin, causing his body to transform into a Yin entity.

Just like Zhao Chenghuang now.

What was he doing? This was no longer just dancing on the edge of a blade, but defecating on the King of Hell's table... Zhang Yuanqing's face was full of incredulity. Could it be that Zhao Chenghuang, who appeared to be a cold and aloof Night Wanderer on the outside, was actually a crude and brainless Fire Master?

In his astonishment, a piece of information suddenly flashed through his mind: Zhao Chenghuang deliberately stayed at the stage of transcendence, deliberately not advancing to the level of a saint.

This was the official scholar's note on the top twenty list.

"He, like the Earth God, deliberately stayed at the stage of transcendence, repeatedly honing a certain ability. The Earth God is invincible in defense, and he has reached the peak of control over the power of the Taiyin?"

Sure enough, the top three figures were not simple, each one was abnormal... After understanding this, he sighed silently in his heart.

"Oh? You can also unleash your potential like me?"

Jiang Jingwei looked very surprised, but also very excited.

"You can understand it this way, anyway, it's too complicated for you to understand." Zhao Chenghuang's voice became hoarse and gloomy.

The two of them rushed towards each other, a black and a red light colliding in the center of the lava, then separating and colliding again.

Their speed was so fast that the red and black lines were everywhere, colliding haphazardly, sometimes in the corners, sometimes in the center, like two irregularly moving bullets.

Each collision was like a thunderous roar, causing the lava to erupt into the sky.

Zhang Yuanqing had to put on his Insight Glasses to finally see the movements of the two. Their collisions were rough and lacked skill, leaving scorched and deep claw marks on each other's bodies.

The crude and violent fighting style was unique to the Fire Master, and he could understand Jiang Jingwei's actions, but Zhao Chenghuang shouldn't be like this.

It seemed that the price of the uncontrolled power of the Taiyin was the inability to skillfully use the abilities of the Night Wanderer...

In each clash, Jiang Jingwei was covered in wounds, while Zhao Chenghuang was repeatedly burned by the fire and had his bones broken, but his powerful self-healing ability quickly repaired the injuries, and his endurance was astonishing.

In the midst of the intense battle, the surface of the surging lava suddenly rose, then with a "crash," a large red-scaled lizard burst out of the lava.

The lizard was huge, with half of its body protruding from the lava, standing seven or eight meters tall.

Its amber vertical pupils flickered with ferocity, and with a bulge in its cheeks, it spewed red lava towards the battling Zhao Chenghuang and Jiang Jingwei.

The dense lava was unavoidable, causing Zhao Chenghuang's skin to sizzle and his dark skin to char in large patches.

On the other hand, Jiang Jingwei, whose aura had slightly declined, seemed to have taken a breath of fresh air, as the splattered lava decomposed into dark red particles and merged into the aura that enveloped her body.

Her aura surged.

"Boom!" Flames exploded from Jiang Jingwei's body, breaking through the pouring lava, carrying a raging flame, and smashing into Zhao Chenghuang with a punch.

Before the "Rage" state ended, she had to make a desperate attempt!

Zhao Chenghuang did not dodge or evade, his face cold and his palm like a knife, thrusting forward. "Crack!"

A hook punch hit Zhao Chenghuang's side face, and his neck instantly snapped, his head twisted 180 degrees to the back, seeing his own back.

"Thud!"

Jiang Jingwei also "crashed" into Zhao Chenghuang's hand knife, with black nails piercing out from behind.

Jiang Jingwei collapsed, exhausted.

Zhao Chenghuang slowly straightened his head, sitting on the ground, panting heavily. The large lizard, which had emerged from the lava, with a bulge in its cheeks, was about to spew out a second wave of lava.

The host of the competition, the young-looking elder with red hair, announced loudly:

"Zhao Chenghuang wins!"

The large lizard cleverly swallowed back the lava in its throat, snorted, and silently shrank back into the depths of the volcano.The red-haired elder carried the seriously injured and unconscious Jiang Jingwei back to the volcanic crater for treatment. The red-tasseled elder of the Taiyi Sect exhaled a breath of gloom, and swept up the Yin Corpse and Zhao Chenghuang, bringing one person and one corpse back to his side, handing them over to the disciples of the sect for treatment.

The deafening sound waves immediately erupted, and the scene suddenly exploded.

"Are they really in the Transcendent stage? They're too strong, too brilliant. This is the most powerful duel since the arena competition began."

"Jiang Jingwei's ranking is low, this girl is simply terrifying. How could she unleash such a powerful force, almost defeating Zhao Chenghuang?"

"This also indirectly proves that Zhao Chenghuang is really strong. What move did he just use? I have never seen the Taiyi Sect's Night Roaming God display it."

The noisy discussions continued for a long time. This battle was too unexpected, giving the Transcendent realm practitioners a great shock.

In the first five days of the competition, although everyone marveled at the strength of the star players, marveled at their careful calculations, and marveled at their numerous props, it was all within an acceptable range.

Strength can be understood.

But the combat power displayed by Jiang Jingwei and Zhao Chenghuang just now is incomprehensible. Is this the power that should be expected in the Transcendent stage?

In the next two matches, Sun Miaomiao and the tone-deaf person lived up to expectations and defeated their opponents, smoothly squeezing into the top eight.

The red-haired young man representing the Chihuo Gang, loudly announced, "The fourth group of contestants is entering."

The audience at the volcanic crater was excited, as the second highly anticipated battle of the day had arrived.

Ranked tenth, Guohezu, will battle against the Primordial Celestial.

The former is known as Little Qingyang, while the latter, on the first day of the arena competition, defeated the highly renowned Maoshan Sorcerer.

With Jiang Jingwei and Zhao Chenghuang's outstanding performance earlier, the audience's expectations were raised. No one knew what surprises the Primordial Celestial and Guohezu would bring to them.

"There should be no suspense in this battle. The Primordial Celestial will definitely win. Guohezu is a scout, and even the strongest scout in the Transcendent stage has too many limitations and weaknesses."

"Not necessarily, Guohezu must be prepared, and neither of them are Fire Masters, so the crisis on the scene must also be taken into consideration."

"Looking forward to this fierce battle. Jiang Jingwei and Zhao Chenghuang's fight was too exaggerated. Strength is one thing, but there is no technical content. The Primordial Celestial and Guohezu are both very strong in precision control."

Amidst the eager anticipation of the crowd, Zhang Yuanqing entered the arena with the Yin Corpse, while Guohezu, wearing vine armor and camouflage military pants, leaped down and landed steadily on a stone pillar.

The two faced each other from a distance of thirty meters, nodding to each other.

"The match begins!"

Just as the red-haired elder announced, Zhang Yuanqing and Guohezu both drew their guns.

"Bang!"

Guohezu pulled the trigger, but Zhang Yuanqing's gun did not fire. It wasn't a problem with the gun, it was a problem with him. At the moment when Guohezu raised his gun to aim, Zhang Yuanqing felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, which forced him to stop shooting and dodge.

But he had a feeling that no matter whether he moved left or right, he would definitely be hit, and he was momentarily caught in a dilemma.

In the brief hesitation, Guohezu's bullet came.

Sure enough, no one could engage in a shootout with Guohezu, not even the Primordial Celestial... Seeing this scene, the audience above had long since become accustomed to it.

No matter who the opponent was, Guohezu's classic opening move was to suppress with firepower.

The bullet hit the tall figure of "Number One of the Dead," but was blocked by the strong and resilient muscles.

Since he couldn't avoid it, then he wouldn't avoid it!

Zhang Yuanqing reached out from behind the Yin Corpse, aimed at Guohezu thirty meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang... the dark red trajectory formed a barrage that enveloped the enemy.

Guohezu had long anticipated Zhang Yuanqing's shooting angle. When he raised his gun, he quickly lowered his body and charged to the side.

Clattering... Guohezu leaped quickly between the stone pillars, circling to the side and aiming his gun.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly changed his angle and moved to the side of the Yin Corpse.

The bullets were once again blocked by the Yin Corpse's flesh. "Number One of the Dead" had absorbed the materials of the Earth Elemental profession, making his skin extremely tough and without sensation, making him an excellent shield.

While the Primordial Celestial dodged, Guohezu put away his gun, and his leg muscles swelled as he ran swiftly between the stone pillars, like an agile cheetah.

Zhang Yuanqing took advantage of the Yin Corpse's cover, reached out his arm again, and fired his gun.

Bang bang bang...

Guohezu did not dodge like last time, and the vine armor exploded with bursts of firelight as the bullets hit.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing decisively moved away from the Yin Corpse and issued the command to engage the enemy. The eyes of "Number One of the Dead" flashed with a fierce light, he bent his legs and leaped high, his right leg knee jerked, and he whipped out his leg with a "smack."

Guohezu seemed to have anticipated its movement long ago, and without stopping his momentum, he lowered his head, avoiding the whip kick, and his shoulder happened to hit the crotch of the Yin Corpse.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the leap, Guohezu forcefully pushed the Yin Corpse far away, and as he descended, he stood on the stone pillar where the Yin Corpse had originally stood.

Guohezu did not look at the Yin Corpse that was thrown high into the air, but instead spun on his heel, changed direction, and pounced on the Primordial Celestial, who was two pillars away.

Zhang Yuanqing calmly fired his gun.

Guohezu, suspended in mid-air, had no way to avoid it, and the exploding bullets once again burst open in front of his chest.He couldn't break through his defense equipment... Zhang Yuanqing made a quick decision and entered the night tour. His body had just been "erased", and the magma beneath him "roared" and surged with a bright and fiery glow.

Under the indiscriminate attack, Zhang Yuanqing was blasted out.

At this moment, the Guohe Soldier who had leaped into the air happened to land on the same stone pillar as Zhang Yuanqing.

"Yuanshi Tianzun has been approached."

"How coincidental, the eruption of flames just happened, his luck is really bad."

"This is not a coincidence. The Guohe Soldier calculated the timing, everything is within his expectations. He truly lives up to his reputation as Xiao Qingyang."

The audience above murmured. From the arena to the present, every contestant who had been approached by the Guohe Soldier had managed to avoid a tragic defeat.

Guan Ya, Xie Lingxi, the Queen, and those who supported Yuanshi Tianzun all felt a sudden surge of tension.

Even Zhao Chenghuang, who had been meditating and recovering, opened his eyes and began to pay attention to the direction of the battle.

At this moment, the Guohe Soldier suddenly felt a chill on his shoulder.

Spirit servant... He kicked in the direction of Yuanshi Tianzun's escape, hitting his shoulder just right. Then, the Guohe Soldier calmly took out a horn and blew it.

The sound of the horn was mournful and desolate, containing the aura of the battlefield and a fierce killing intent.

The chill on his shoulder instantly disappeared, and the spirit servant retreated.

This horn was a tool of the scout profession, and its sound had the effect of intimidating the enemy, while also being able to dispel evil spirits.

Its owner was the superior of the Guohe Soldier, a swordsman.

After being kicked, Zhang Yuanqing, who had just regained his footing, heard the mournful horn and felt an indescribable fear and weakness welling up in his heart.

Seizing the opportunity, the Guohe Soldier put away the horn, took two quick steps, and drove his right knee into Yuanshi Tianzun's abdomen.

Zhang Yuanqing once again felt a sense of impending crisis that no matter how he dodged, it was useless. This time, he was not affected by his mentality and no longer hesitated, moving to the left.

Bang!

His abdomen was in intense pain, and he couldn't avoid it.

After the knee strike, the Guohe Soldier retracted his leg, spun around, and delivered a fierce elbow strike. His style was proficient in basic moves such as punches, kicks, knee strikes, and elbow strikes, without any complex routines, pursuing the most practical and efficient way to defeat the enemy. With his specialized insight skill, he anticipated the enemy's moves and firmly suppressed his opponent. Punches, kicks, elbows, and knees landed on Zhang Yuanqing's chest, throat, and even his groin, knowing that Yuanshi Tianzun's night tour had strong vitality, he fought without any restraint.

Zhang Yuanqing tried several times to use the momentum to fall into the molten lava, but the Guohe Soldier pulled him back and continued to beat him.

His terrifying close combat ability was something that even Guan Ya had to be wary of. "Hah!"

The Guohe Soldier let out a low roar, his waist sank, and the muscles in his legs pushed up his trousers, channeling all the strength into his right arm, and his fist struck out like a venomous snake, heavily pounding Yuanshi Tianzun's throat.

The Adam's apple shattered, and Yuanshi Tianzun, who had suffered a serious blow, suddenly tilted his head back and fell backward.

But he was immediately grabbed by the Guohe Soldier and pulled back.

"You underestimated me. To deal with me, you should have used all your strength and all your equipment from the beginning, because as long as I get close to you, you will undoubtedly lose."

The Guohe Soldier looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, who was falling towards him, and summoned a pistol, pressing the muzzle against his abdomen and decisively pulling the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of the gun rang out, as if it was also echoing in the ears of the audience outside, and everything fell silent. Many people were shocked by the Guohe Soldier's brutal close combat ability.

This battle had not lasted more than a minute, because the flames had erupted twice, and the third time had not yet come.

The monster under the molten lava had not appeared.

It was an unexpected upset.

The Guohe Soldier, who was ranked below the Maoshan Warlock, had actually defeated Yuanshi Tianzun.

And he won so quickly.

It had to be said that for a contestant specializing in a certain area, as long as they seized the opportunity and made sufficient preparations, they could indeed unleash unexpected power.

The Guohe Soldier quickly emptied the magazine, and at the same time, frowned slightly, a doubt flashed in his mind: why hadn't the referee called a stop to the match?

Just as this doubt arose in his heart, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, and a bright, sharp knife stabbed out from between his chest.

The Guohe Soldier lowered his head to look at the knife in his chest, and slowly, stiffly turned his head.

He saw Yuanshi Tianzun standing behind him.

"You've lost!"

The voice of Yuanshi Tianzun rang in his ears.

In this round, Zhang Yuanqing did not use the scarecrow or the thug's gloves. Items were not something to be used indiscriminately. Under the premise of a perfect plan, using the appropriate items according to the plan was the right way.

The core of this battle plan was "Mirage", so the beginning was to show weakness, actively giving the opponent an inconspicuous flaw, and then delivering a fatal blow when he thought he had the upper hand.

The Guohe Soldier was a contestant specializing in insight, belonging to the type with serious specialization. Once this type of contestant seized the opportunity, they would unleash all their power and absolutely avoid entanglement.

Because of too many shortcomings, delaying time meant giving the enemy an opportunity.

So Zhang Yuanqing was certain that as long as he sold an inconspicuous flaw, the Guohe Soldier would take the bait.

Sure enough.

"You...""From the very beginning, you were not dealing with my true form."

The Pawn Across the River opened his mouth, his eyes flashing with shock and anger, yet he ultimately chose silence.

Victors are kings, losers are bandits; there's nothing to say. Clutching his profusely bleeding chest, he collapsed to the ground in agony.

At that moment, the Pawn Across the River saw that the Primordial Sovereign, whom he had shot repeatedly, was like the reflection of the full moon on water, distorting and then fading away.

The red-haired elder announced, "The Primordial Sovereign wins!"