A faint golden light flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes. Under his armor, golden lines appeared on his skin, and a mysterious aura slowly seeped out.
Activating the spiritual body of the earth, Lu Yuan's power rose at a terrifying speed, causing Hong Liao, who had originally planned to attack, to contract his pupils violently and a trace of horror appeared in his eyes.
He didn't even dare to drop the hatchet. He retreated and returned to the edge of the arena hundreds of meters away, looking at Lu Yuan in surprise and doubt.
Hong Liao was certain that if he had stayed for a moment longer, he would have died.
Even now, Hong Liao could still feel death firmly enveloping him.
What kind of monster was this guy?
He was born with the genes of a king? And it was even an innate monarch gene?
Hong Liao's back was drenched in cold sweat.
When the others saw Hong Liao's attack suddenly stop and retreat, they were all shocked and puzzled.
They looked at each other in confusion.
"What's wrong with this Hong Liao? Why does he look like he has seen a ghost?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with him? Is there something wrong with Lu Yuan?"
".. This guy couldn't be afraid, right? He's really in 8th place?"
Someone couldn't help but ridicule.
As for those powerful beings, their faces were solemn. Among them were a few battle-Kings and even battle-emperors who were interested, as well as Anastasya and Aimen.
Anastasia stopped sitting lazily and sat up straight. Her dark red eyes looked at Lu Yuan's voice. The corners of her mouth raised into a smile, but there was a trace of seriousness in her eyes,
"As expected, this human's strength is extraordinary."
The power in Aimen's body surged, and the battle intent in his eyes grew stronger.
He stood up from his chair and stood in front of the window with his five-meter-tall body. He looked at Lu Yuan.
"Interesting! I didn't expect this human to have such a powerful combat skill."
In the arena, Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows when he saw Hong Liao retreat. He revealed a faint smile.
"Your perception is quite sharp, huh?"
Lu Yuan had already gripped his heavy sword tightly and was prepared to give Hong Liao a hard blow. With Hong Liao's attacking posture, even if Lu Yuan were to fight him head-on, he was confident that he could crush Hong Liao.
However, he did not expect Hong Liao to retreat immediately.
Hong Liao clenched the short axe in his hand and took a deep breath. Without saying a word, he gathered all his strength and threw the battle axe with both hands. After throwing the battle axe, his aura became weak.
On the battleaxe, the red light was extremely dazzling. Hong Liao's attack actually injected all his power into the battleaxe. The power was extraordinary, and even Lu Yuan felt a trace of danger.
All in one throw.
Lu Yuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect Hong Liao to have such spirit. Unfortunately, spirit alone was useless.
Although the speed of the battleaxe was extremely fast, Lu Yuan still disappeared on the spot before the battleaxe reached him.
He appeared behind Hong Liao, and the speed of his sword was obviously faster than before.
Even though Hong Liao had sensed it, the sword light had already cut through his neck before he could make a move, and his body had stiffened.
Then, his body lost its vitality and slowly fell to the ground.
The entire square was silent.
Apart from a small number of experts, most people looked at Lu Yuan in the arena in shock.
Hong Liao, who was ranked 8th, was still unable to block Lu Yuan's sword.