"Third brother!" Xia Yue, unable to hold her composure, couldn't help but shout out.
However, Yuan Yun in the center of the arena seemed not to hear Xia Yue's shout; his attention was entirely focused on his opponent. Seeing that his opponent had no intention of stopping, Yuan Yun gritted his teeth and abandoned the thought of holding back. His opponent wasn't afraid to die, and neither was he.
With a downward slash, Yuan Yun's wrist trembled slightly, and the steel blade that was originally aimed at his opponent's shoulder suddenly shifted horizontally towards the middle-aged man's neck. Striking the shoulder wouldn't necessarily be fatal, at most it would result in the loss of an arm. However, if the head were to be chopped off, not even the gods could save you.
This subtle action by Yuan Yun immediately took everyone by surprise. However, amidst their surprise, there was also a strong sense of admiration.
When others are ruthless, you must be even more ruthless!
