"[Lunarflame Shot]!" Three arrows, brimming with purple flame, flew toward her opponent. The arena was charred black all over, and the ground was littered with Sun Mengmeng's arrows.

The blood demon Yao Chen held a paired blood-red longsword and shortsword in his hands. He moved so quickly that he seemed to shift in and out of existence, then cut each arrow in half.

Sun Mengmeng had found a worthy opponent, though one who was only keeping up with her because of the potions he had ingested. 

His framework, techniques, and fighting style were all perfectly incompatible with Sun Mengmeng, who was a long-ranged attacker. He had incredible close-ranged abilities and moved so quickly that she could hardly track his movements, but she wasn't particularly worried. After all, her reserves were strong, and she had hardly used any flashy techniques since the start of the match.

On the other hand, Yao Chen was finding...