"Now, let's see if Debaosen, one of the overlord-level powers in the brass rank, can end the mysterious white-haired girl's seven consecutive victories. The time has come to witness the miracle. Whether Debaosen, one of the overlords, ends the white-haired girl's path to becoming a god or becomes a stepping stone on the path to becoming a white-haired girl's path to becoming a god, let's wait and see."

The series of voices of the referee's commentary sounded in this arena, instantly arousing the atmosphere in the audience.

So, Debaosen's lips were holding back when he was persuading, and he couldn't react for a long time. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, which was the "seven consecutive victories" mentioned by the commentator.

As one of the overlords of the brass ranks, winning streaks is normal for him, but because of winning streaks, Debaosen has a clearer understanding of how difficult it is to maintain a winning streak.

In order to prevent such people who rely on luck from winning continuously, the arena has always had a hidden rule, that is, every time they win in a row, the enemy they challenged in the next game will be stronger. Debaosen's strength is indeed good, and the best record is to reach six consecutive victories, but this seemingly weak girl actually broke her highest record, which is simply unbelievable to Debaosen.

"No, no, this must be good luck, but your good luck has ended here. Meeting me is the most unlucky thing in your life," Debaosen said in a confident tone, but only he himself truly knew how unbearable his situation was. This sentence seemed to be for Arya, but it would be better to say that it was self-encouragement.

Arya didn't speak, but just drew her sword with her right hand. The simple sky blue hilt and the ice-like blade had no extra decorations and patterns. It was very simple, but because of this, it gave people a simple beauty.

Arya took a step and waved the ice sword in her hand casually. The light shone like an ice-like blade on the wall. Frost slowly formed from the place illuminated by the light reflected by the blade. The aura on her body suddenly burst out and she ascended all the way in an instant, until the fifth level did not stop.

Debaosen was subconsciously shocked. Arya's sword swinging action did not look like a battle at all, but was like an artist. With Arya's pure white dress and the mystery covered under her mask, it gave people a faint dream.

Arya made the battle action, and saw Debaosen's lost face, Arya was not in a hurry to take action. For her, if she won openly, if she attacked the other party now, she could win easily, but would Arya do such a sinister thing?

After about several minutes, Debaosen came to his senses until the audience started to make noise and looked at Arya with a complicated face, but his movements were not slow. He stretched out and took out a giant sword from the space ring. Just like his body with an oppressive surname, the most suitable one for him was naturally the giant sword, which is famous for his strength.

"Okay, I'll take back what I just said. You're very strong, so next I'll use my strongest strength to fight you." Debaosen took a deep breath and said solemnly.

Perhaps Arya is so beautiful that it is amazing and even lost her mind, but in comparison, what makes Debaosen more solemn is the coldness that permeates the air. With this method, it is enough that the girl in front of her can get here without any luck.

After saying that, Debaosen paused for a moment, and his breath burst out instantly, soaring to the peak of the fifth level mid-level. After the breath reached its peak, Debaosen did not talk nonsense, and his body suddenly rushed towards Arya. The giant sword in his hand did not delay his speed at all. The distance of fifty meters was just a blink of an eye for Debaosen. He rushed to Arya in front of him, holding the sword in both hands and jumped into the air, and a blow to Arya's face. The powerful force divided the air wherever he passed into two halves.

Arya's face under the mask did not change at all. She waved her sword to stab the sword blade. Seeing Arya's action, everyone couldn't help but be amazed. Among the same level, the giant swordsman has the strongest power, which is unquestionable. Moreover, the sword in Arya's hand was only slightly thicker than the thin sword. It is unimaginable that he dared to fight against the giant swordsman head-on.

However, before they could doubt it, Arya had already proved with her actions that they were too superficial.

The ice sword in Arya's hand was covered with blue light. With a move of her right hand, the long sword stabbed the blade of Debaosen's giant sword, and stopped the impact of Debaosen's giant sword. Debaosen's giant sword could not move forward at all.

Before Debaosen could react from surprise, Arya had already made another move.

"Frost Murm" Arya's cold voice sounded, and in two words, the sound was only a moment when the sound rose and fell, and the ice sword in Arya's hand moved.

The blade made of ice cubes lit up a shocking blue light, instantly covering Debaosen's gaze. In the blink of an eye, Debaosen's gaze was only white, and no other things could be seen. At this time, Debaosen's rich practical experience played a huge role. When his gaze was blocked, Debaosen immediately retreated.

Almost the next second after Debaosen retreated, Arya's sword blade fell from the sky and penetrated straight into the position where Debaosen was standing. The blade landed. The five-meter-long range around Arya instantly condensed a dozen meters tall glacier, wrapping Arya.

"Huhuhuhuhu~" Debaosen was glad to escape the disaster, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. If he hadn't retreated just now, he would have been frozen into the ice and was slaughtered. The so-called duel of experts often determines the outcome with one move, and this is definitely not a joke.

The blow failed, Arya didn't say anything nonsense, but just snapped her fingers with her left hand, and the glacier surrounding her turned into streams of light and dissipated into the world.

The two of them maintained their previous posture again. Arya still placed his sword in front of him, while Debaosen was still holding the sword before. However, the only difference was that Debaosen's face was several times heavier than before, and a trace of sweat was left on his forehead.

Debaosen did not attack, seemed to be thinking about something, and Arya did not attack either, because she was waiting for Debaosen to attack.

For a moment, there was no sound in the arena, including the audience. Everyone was shocked by the wonderful and gorgeous showdown here. Some truly insightful masters were thinking secretly whether they could do better if they were facing the girl. After a long time, they all shook their heads tacitly.

Suddenly, Debaosen twisted his neck, which was a sign that he would signal the beginning of the battle. At the same time, as long as he was an individual, he could detect the changes in the breath around Arya.

The next moment, the two of them took action at the same time. Arya held the ice sword in her hand and rushed over at the speed of the afterimage. The ice sword lit up. Arya deliberately lowered the height of the ice sword and pressed the ice sword on the ground. A thick ray of frost was left where the sword blade passed.

Under everyone's attention, the two collided.

Rumble ~

The moment the two figures collided, layers of wind and sand immediately rolled up. In the wind and sand, the sound of sword light flashing and sword weapon colliding was vaguely seen. Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at the two people who were fighting fiercely in the game.

Such a battle is extremely rare even in the Black Iron level, which shows how powerful the two of them are.

Rumble ~

Debaosen dragged his giant sword and slashed Arya with three stages. The huge heavy sword turned into a stream of light. In the blink of an eye, Debaosen waved three swords. The weight of the giant sword did not affect Debaosen's speed at all. The power of the three swords was simply incredible. It is estimated that few people could block it at level 5.

Arya looked at the three sword lights coming towards her, her eyes slightly condensed, she placed the ice sword in front of her, swung out the full moon ice light, and smashed Debaosen's three sword lights.

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Debaosen sighed in his heart, as if he had made up some decision, he suddenly gave up the attack and quickly retreated dozens of meters away.

"Hey, why did you suddenly get a truce again? It's not that the fight is just right?"

"If it weren't for Debaosen's lack of strength? No, it seems that he was still very fierce just now, it doesn't seem like he was lacking in strength."

"Maybe I have any plans, just look at it."

Debaosen raised his head and looked at Arya with complicated eyes. He never expected that such a weak girl was so powerful. Although he was so hard to tell the difference between Arya just now, only Debaosen himself knew his embarrassment.

His hands were frozen a little stiff by Arya's mutated ice fighting spirit. It was okay at first, but at the back, his hand flexibility had dropped to a level that was enough to affect his combat effectiveness. In other words, if he continued to consume, he would undoubtedly lose.

And it was not this what really made Debaosen's heart palpitations. Perhaps it was an illusion. Debaosen always felt that the girl in front of him seemed to have not used her full strength. Although it was just a faint feeling, it did exist.

Debaosen has always believed in his feelings, because he has relied on this feeling many times to escape the crisis of life and death. In other words, he lost in this battle and lost completely.

Although I knew I would lose without a doubt, Debaosen did not admit defeat. Under all the doubtful eyes, Debaosen said, "Although I knew I would lose without a doubt, I still want to try it. So, let's decide the outcome with the next move. I will use my strongest power to welcome your attack."
Chapter completed!