The situation turned rapidly, Yenny had little the chance of forced parry in an instant. The imbalance of the cultivating rank making her loss rapidly huge mana on defense. If this stalemate continued, she would fall into unprecedented danger since her left mana could only resist the arrow’s attack only for ten times.

There was no turning back and she had had enough of being beaten from the beginning until now. Yenny made a decisive move, slapping her left hand toward the storage bag, and the pile of low-order rune jades were thrown directly to the nearest arrow.

Meanwhile, the silver sword in her right hand sent out of her hand and, with the fiercest potential of the sword, crashed into Sherin's second arrow.

The next moment, the empty-handed Yenny turned into a flash of light, the fourth stage quenched body running to its fullest potential, hit at the last arrow with her fast, hard fist.

It took a lot of time to describe, but in fact all these actions were done almost at the same moment in one breath, her perfect combination of prediction and movement effected surprisingly and remarkably.

"Bang, bang, bang!”

Three consecutive almost synthesized into a loud bang once again refreshed everyone's awareness of a female cultivator of eighth grade of meditation phase.

"Poof!” Sherin vomited a mouthful of blood.

The spiritual arrows were broken, and Sherin was obviously suffered by connective spiritual arrows.

His face turned pale and he gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. He really did not expect that the girl two levels inferior to him should be so powerul.

At this rate, Yenny was likely to win, and even if she didn't, she would be branded a genius.

Trure Trone, watching the battle low-key hidden in the crowd, satisfied with her fighting.

He recalled the method she had used to hunt the five-flower deer. It was obviously similar to the method she had used to break the three arrows, only this time it was better and more powerful.

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The competition continued in arena.

"Now it's my turn."

In the ring, Yenny took the silver sword back into her hands, unscathed, and calmly challenged the pale Sherin with a declaration.

The opponent did not concede, so of course she would not be generous enough to give him enough time to heal.

Then, not waiting for Sherin to respond, she took the initiative for the first time.

Only this time the sword art seemed a little bit different.

This slight difference made the original sword art a few times more powerful, and the sharp blade, mixed with a few unrecognizable aura of ancient god, kept pounding on Sherin like a storm.

The powerful momentum made Sherin tremble. The fear and submission that suddenly emerged from the depths of his soul made him unable to move. He could only let the overwhelming sword awn swallow him.

Soon, the game was over, and Sherin was defeated.

He was defeated in the hands of Purity sword art, an young girl who practiced in eighth grade of meditation phase. His defeat was undisputed, and his defeat also stunned the onlookers in the ring.

Even though they had all thought about the odds that Yenny might win against Sherin, she won so decisively and beautifully that they had never imagined.

The scene inexplicably quiet down, not knowing who was the first to clap, a time of clapping and cheering was constantly ringing then.

"Do you want to continue?"

In the ring, Yenny, unfazed by any cheer, calmly watched as Sherin struggled to get up and took two pills of healing potion.

"Your fighting force is amazing. Indeed, impressive!" After calming her breath, Sherin looked at Yenny with a frustrated face and said, "I..."

Anyone would think he was throwing in the towel.

However, before the words were finished, Sherin's eyes instantly twisted into madness. A black bead, not knowing when to hide in his palm, was thrown at Yenny without hesitation.

There was a loud bang, and the black beads exploded directly above Yenny's head, a sheet of ink with a terrible lightning completely swallowed Yenny in an instant.

"Damn it!” Trure expleted, jumped into the ring, and with a flick of his hand swept a thunderbolt away.

But he was too slow to stop it before it exploded.

He didn't realize that the clearly defeated Sherin had the nerve to break the rules of the game by pretending to concede and actually using the deadly thunderball, which is absolutely prohibited in the game, on Yenny.

He went over to check on Yenny himself. She was mangled and badly hurt, but Trure was relieved that she was to be alive.

"You're so useless, you can't even avoid a thunderball!" Directly into the mouth of Yenny put a top-grade wound medicine, Trure said with some disgust: "always waste my healing medicine, do you think you don't need to pay the spirit stone?"