The duel between Ronald and Li Haotian had captured the full attention of the audience.
Their complicated history was no secret.
The match had officially begun, yet neither made a move. Both stood still, hands clasped behind their backs, locked in a silent standoff. The air grew heavy with tension, pressing down on the spectators.
"Ronald, I must admit, you've surprised me," Li Haotian finally broke the silence. "But this is where your luck ends. Today, I'll show you who the true Sun and Moon King is!"
Ronald's expression remained calm. "Brother, our father has never treated you unfairly. Give me a reason—why?"
Li Haotian's face twisted in anger.
"Unfair? Perhaps. But tell me, Ronald—what makes you better than me? What right do you have to sit on that throne? What gives you the privilege to be Mia's husband?"
"So this is about a woman?"
Ronald cast a glance at Mia, who stood in the audience, her expression conflicted. Then, he burst into laughter.
"Pathetic! I thought you had grand ambitions, but it turns out you're nothing more than a fool obsessed with a woman! Li Haotian, you truly disappoint me!"
"You know nothing about Mia!" Li Haotian roared.
Without another word, he retrieved a towering scepter from his spatial ring.
"Ronald, I don't care if I'm disqualified—I'll end you today!"
The Sun and Moon Scepter!
Ronald's eyes narrowed. His expression finally turned serious.
The moment the scepter appeared, an invisible pressure rippled through the arena, sending chills down everyone's spines.
"A… a spirit weapon!"
The audience gasped in unison.
Even the top ten warriors of the tournament turned their attention toward the stage.
In Yunzhou, spirit weapons were incredibly rare. They weren't just tools of war—they were symbols of power, the very foundation of a nation's strength.
Atop the scepter, a pair of gemstones—one white, one black—flashed ominously.
A beam of white light shot toward Ronald!
"Light magic?!"
A shout erupted from the crowd.
But Ronald barely reacted. With a mere flick of his foot, he glided backward like drifting willow fluff.
BOOM!
The ground where he had just stood exploded into a crater.
"What incredible agility!"
Even Qin Ji's eyes widened in shock.
In the corner of the spectator stands, two white-robed figures exchanged glances, astonished.
"That's… the Qingyun Sect's Lightfoot Technique!"
Ronald had dodged the attack with ease. In response, he casually lobbed two metallic spheres at Li Haotian.
But before they could reach their target, the scepter pulsed with light—two white beams struck the objects midair.
Zzzzzt!
The grenades exploded, sending arcs of electricity crackling through the air.
"Ronald! Your tricks are useless against me!" Li Haotian roared. "DIE!"
The gemstones atop the scepter flared, releasing a barrage of dazzling white beams!
Ronald's pupils contracted.
He reached for his belt.
And threw everything he had.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A chain of explosions erupted across the stage, filling the air with blinding arcs of lightning. The audience instinctively shielded their eyes.
Then—through the chaos—Ronald's figure flickered.
Like a shadow cutting through a storm, he dashed straight through the electromagnetic field. His blade gleamed as he swung—a vicious horizontal strike aimed directly at Li Haotian!
But just as the blade was about to land—
Whoosh!
A dark glow radiated from the Sun and Moon Scepter, forming a protective barrier around Li Haotian.
Clang!
Ronald's sword struck the barrier, meeting an unexpected resistance—like slashing into thick cotton.
His eyes narrowed.
"This scepter… it's more than just a weapon."