C18 He Won!

Whoosh!

Before Tian Ji could finish speaking, a figure violently charged at him.

Bang!

In an instant, Feng Yi collided with Tian Ji, having propelled himself using the rebound force of his palm strike.

Feng Yi had timed his attack perfectly, anticipating Tian Ji's evasion and using his own body as a weapon to slam into him before he could regain his footing.

Thud!

The two tumbled across the ground, with Tian Ji's blood and Qi roiling, causing his chest to rise and fall dramatically.

Before Tian Ji could get back on his feet, Feng Yi delivered a brutal kick to his face.

A black footprint was starkly imprinted on Tian Ji's face.

Bright red blood gushed from Tian Ji's nostrils, splattering across the arena floor.

Though the blow wasn't gravely injurious, it was a severe blow to Tian Ji's pride, as Feng Yi ruthlessly trampled it beneath his foot.

The normally proud Tian Ji was seething with rage, the feeling of defeat fueling a sudden urge to kill Feng Yi.

A murderous aura radiated from Tian Ji, causing Feng Yi, who was nearby, to furrow his brow. He had expected Tian Ji to stick to his previous tactics, but now he realized Tian Ji was genuinely exuding a desire to kill.

"Not good!"

Feng Yi silently cursed, swiftly launching a palm strike at the downed Tian Ji.

Despite being on the ground, Tian Ji's eyes flashed with a chilling light. As Feng Yi's palm descended, Tian Ji vanished from sight.

Bang!

Feng Yi's palm struck the stage again, but then his ears were filled with the shrill sound of slicing air.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Dozens of Flying Swords rained down, aiming for Feng Yi's head, each sword radiating a fierce intent to kill.

In addition, Tian Ji unleashed a series of Magic Spells, summoning multiple fire birds that materialized from nowhere, encircling and diving at Feng Yi.

Shocked, Feng Yi dodged rapidly, flinging a massive water orb that crashed into the fire birds, attempting to extinguish their fiery assault.

The dozens of Flying Swords hovering above his head were like relentless parasites, tracking Feng Yi's every move. No matter where he fled, the swords pursued him relentlessly.

"Feng Yi, today I will have you kneel before me and concede!" Tian Ji bellowed, his face twisted with rage. His words dripped with the venom of his hatred for Feng Yi.

Yet, Tian Ji hadn't completely lost his composure. He remembered the sect's rule: those who harm their fellow disciples would be stripped of their powers and banished. So, despite his murderous rage, Tian Ji refrained from taking Feng Yi's life.

"Alright, alright, alright!"

At that moment, the matches on the other nine stages had concluded, leaving all eyes fixed on Feng Yi and Tian Ji. Feng Hua, in particular, was vocally supportive, cheering them on enthusiastically.

"Go to hell, Feng Hua, you're nothing but trash," Fatty Hong spat out in anger. Had it not been for the disciple holding him back, he would have already lunged at Feng Hua in a fit of rage.

"Hong Jinbao, you'll pay for this after today," Feng Hua hissed, his eyes seething with malice as he glared at Fatty Hong.

"Fatty Hong, of all people to antagonize, you had to choose them. It looks like you're in for it now. For the sake of my own safety, I'd better keep my distance," one of Fatty Hong's companions remarked. Suddenly, everyone around him took several steps back, as if to physically distance themselves from the impending trouble. Feng Hua watched this unfold with a sneer of disdain.

"Alright, alright, alright. You'll all see who's the real boss of the outer sect soon enough," Fatty Hong declared, his voice thick with fury. The people around him were too opportunistic, their earlier fervor cooling as they saw Feng Yi at a disadvantage.

Feng Yi, now cornered by Tian Ji, seemed on the brink of defeat.

"Feng Yi, I'll give you one chance. Kneel before me and surrender, and you can avoid a world of pain," Tian Ji sneered, the memory of Feng Yi's kick still burning in his mind, fueling his spiteful offer.

"I'll give it my all!"

Despite being at a disadvantage, Feng Yi was a man of determination and refused to concede defeat. Moreover, with his Ms Fairy watching over him, he couldn't possibly act as Tian Ji had predicted.

Feng Yi's hands weaved through a series of Magic Spells, enveloping his body in multiple layers of water spheres. He then charged headlong into the flock of fire birds.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

A succession of explosive sounds erupted as the fire birds collided with Feng Yi, sending up plumes of green smoke and mist.

The water mist swiftly engulfed half of the arena. Just when everyone was convinced Feng Yi was on the brink of defeat, a disheveled figure burst from the mist, heading straight for Tian Ji.

Tian Ji's pupils narrowed, and a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had anticipated Feng Yi's attack.

"Feng Yi, kneel before me!"

Tian Ji bellowed, unleashing a Magic Spell that summoned a barrage of earth spikes from the ground, aiming for Feng Yi's legs.

Feng Yi was taken aback, not expecting Tian Ji to wield such a technique – a Dao Art of the Earth Type!

Startled, Feng Yi realized he had been duped, especially upon seeing the scornful smirk on Tian Ji's face. His heart skipped a beat.

Tian Ji growled, "Feng Yi, won't you admit defeat?"

"That's right, Senior Brother Tian Ji possesses a tri-elemental Spirit Root!"

The crowd below the arena gasped in realization. They remembered that Tian Ji was blessed with a tri-elemental Spirit Root, not just the fire-type, but also earth and wood.

Caught off guard by this revelation, Feng Yi was nonetheless faced with the earth spikes now blanketing the stage and targeting his legs. Escape was no longer an option.

With steely resolve, Feng Yi ignored the peril to his legs and continued his charge towards Tian Ji. His eyes blazed with a fierce light as he unleashed his most powerful move, 'Thunderstorm Shocking the Heavens,' and thrust it directly at Tian Ji's chest.

"Oh no!"

Feng Yi's daredevil approach to combat was something Tian Ji had never encountered before. As Tian Ji attempted to halt his Dao Arts and make a swift retreat, Feng Yi's Thunderstorm Shocking the Heaven had already brutally struck his chest.

Thud!

A mouthful of bright, steaming blood erupted from Tian Ji, splashing across the arena and staining it a sudden crimson.

Swoosh!

Propelled by the force of Feng Yi's palm, Tian Ji's body was sent flying backward, hurtling toward the arena's stone pillar.

Crash!

Crack!

In a mere moment, Tian Ji slammed into the pillar and tumbled to the ground.

Feng Yi didn't fare much better. His legs were a bloody mess, and he lay sprawled across the arena, his own blood spreading across the stage, painting it red.

Yet, a triumphant grin spread across Feng Yi's face. Disregarding his leg injuries, his gaze was fixed on the now-unconscious Tian Ji.

However, just then, two alarmed shouts rang out from beyond the arena.

"Feng Yi, watch out!!!"