Thunderbolt Blade

Lightning Thunderblade

Ronald had been cultivating the Azure Sky Mystical Dao Technique, coupled with a steady intake of potent elixirs. His vitality surged like a roaring river, and as he unleashed his strikes, an overwhelming sense of exhilaration filled his body.

His blade moved in wide, sweeping arcs, parrying Bull Six-Six's heavy axe time and again. If not for the brute's extensive battle experience, allowing him to narrowly evade fatal blows, he would have already been cleaved apart by Ronald's relentless assault.

Even so, deep gashes marred his body, and blood had already soaked through his chest armor.

"Bull Six-Six," Ronald's voice echoed across the arena, laced with chilling intent. "Your people stormed south and slaughtered tens of thousands of my kin. Today, I'll start with you!"

With a thunderous shout, he reversed his grip on his longsword and brought it down in a sky-splitting slash. The moment his blade descended, the air trembled—an eerie rumble of thunder accompanied the strike.

This was the Lightning Thunderblade, an ancient technique forged by the human race upon witnessing the might of celestial lightning. Its power was boundless.

On the viewing platform, Mia suddenly shot to her feet, her face paling with fear.

"It's him… That sword technique!"

A shudder ran through her body as long-buried childhood memories resurfaced.

Bull Six-Six's eyes widened in horror, but he quickly let out a deafening roar.

"Bull Demon Mountain Cleaver!"

Summoning every ounce of strength, he swung his massive axe downward with an earth-shattering force, as if to split the heavens apart!

"The Bull Demon Mountain Cleaver?! That's a signature battle technique of the Mighty Bull Demon Clan!"

On the VIP stands, several elders gasped in shock. The Mighty Bull Demon Clan was a race of the Earth Rank, standing on equal footing with the Celestial Foxes!

A deafening BOOM erupted as the two weapons clashed, sending an invisible shockwave across the stage. The sheer force was enough to make the surrounding spectators stumble!

With a heavy clang, the massive axe was sent flying, embedding itself in the ground a short distance away. Both fighters staggered backward.

Ronald exhaled lightly, his gaze locking onto Bull Six-Six with a sharp intensity. That last exchange had shaken his inner energy, making his blood churn uncomfortably.

But Bull Six-Six was worse off. He stood frozen in place, staring at his axe—before a gush of blood erupted from his chest.

Though he had managed to deflect Ronald's blade, the residual energy imbued within the strike had carved a deep wound into his torso, sending crimson splattering across the stage.

A direct clash—Ronald emerged victorious!

The crowd erupted into chaos. Seeing Bull Six-Six in such a dire state, it was clear he had lost his ability to fight.

Ronald dragged his sword behind him, his expression cold as he strode toward the injured warrior. His intent was clear—he was going to cripple this so-called genius of the Barbarian Bull Tribe!

Just then, the Tiger Clan's referee swiftly intervened, positioning himself between the two combatants.

"Bull Six-Six, you are gravely injured. Do you yield?"

Ronald's brows furrowed slightly at the interference.

The human spectators immediately erupted into angry shouts, cursing the referee's decision.

They knew full well that if Ronald took out Bull Six-Six, it would deliver a devastating blow to the Barbarian Bull Tribe's morale.

Bull Six-Six clenched his fists, his gaze shifting from the jeering human crowd to his anxious kin. Finally, his eyes landed on Ronald's indifferent expression.

Suddenly, a wild glint flashed across his eyes as he let out a furious roar.

From within his robes, he pulled out a blood-red pill and swallowed it in one gulp!

A chilling transformation took place. His veins bulged unnaturally, his eyes turned bloodshot, and the wound on his chest began healing at a visible pace!

"Mad Demon Pill?"

The referee from the Tiger Clan sighed and took a step back. The crowd, however, was left utterly stunned.

The Mad Demon Pill—a forbidden drug of the Cloud Continent. It could unleash one's hidden potential for a short burst of overwhelming power, but at a devastating cost. Once the effects wore off, the user would be left completely drained, their cultivation possibly crippled forever.

"Holy shit! He actually took the Mad Demon Pill?! Bull Six-Six has lost his mind!"

Ronald watched the transformation unfold with a calm, calculating gaze. He could feel the fierce energy emanating from his opponent—the man had reached the peak of the Fourth Stage!

Bull Six-Six suddenly lunged forward, snatching up his fallen axe. With a berserk roar, he charged straight at Ronald like a raging tempest.

"Human! DIE!"

A blur of motion—his speed had doubled!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In a mere instant, Ronald blocked three consecutive strikes, his arms going numb from the sheer force. He was forced back several steps before finally regaining his stance.

Frowning, Ronald reached for the mysterious sack strapped to his back.

Then, as he looked into Bull Six-Six's frenzied eyes, a realization dawned on him.

Beneath that manic expression, he caught a faint twitch of pain—a subtle hint of instability.

His lips curled into a mysterious smirk.

Instead of drawing anything from the sack, Ronald simply stood his ground, completely composed.

Bull Six-Six's roar shook the air as he hurled himself forward, his axe descending with the force of a falling meteor.

But just as it was about to land—

WHOOSH!

Ronald vanished.

The axe slammed into empty space.

Bull Six-Six spun around in shock—only to see Ronald floating lightly to the side, effortlessly dodging the attack…