In a critical moment, Wu Yun knew he could no longer conceal himself. With a furious roar, he formed hand seals, and the secret technique of the Supreme Martial God's Art was instantly unleashed.
His cultivation at the seventh level was fully exposed, leaving no room for doubt. This relieved some of the pressure from Xiao Li, and Wu Yun swiftly dodged the terrifying blow from Xiao Li, narrowly avoiding a fatal strike.
The spectators erupted into exclamations once again.
"Seven... Seventh-level cultivation? Black Flame has actually reached the seventh level!"
"Oh my god, how great is his potential? How did he instantly elevate to the seventh level of cultivation?"
On the second floor, Li Lian and Liu Lin were both astonished.
They thought they understood Black Flame quite well. According to the information they had gathered, Black Flame, whose real name was Wu Yun, came from the Wu family and was once the number one genius in Star Feather City. However, due to some reasons, he gradually became a waste.
Not long ago, he suddenly revealed his identity and reappeared in the Life and Death Arena, regaining his cultivation ability.
Within a day, he broke through from the fourth level to the fifth level.
This was all they knew about him.
But they never imagined that he had already reached the seventh level of cultivation.
It had only been a short ten days or so since his last breakthrough to the fifth level. How could he achieve such a feat within less than twenty days?
However, they were under a slight misconception.
To be precise, Wu Yun had only taken less than a month to transform from a powerless waste into a seventh-level powerhouse.
Moreover, the density of spiritual energy within his body had far exceeded that of an ordinary seventh-level cultivator.
From a distance, Xiao Xueyan, on the tenth-level martial arena, was closely monitoring the situation here.
When she sensed that Black Flame's cultivation had reached the seventh level, her expression turned even more grim.
Back then, it took her considerable effort to progress from the fifth level to the seventh level.
From the fifth to the sixth level, she spent a full year and a half.
After reaching the sixth level, she couldn't make any further breakthroughs. It took her another half year to break through to the seventh level by deceiving Wu Yun and stealing his cultivation base.
Altogether, it had been two years.
But this Masked Man, Black Flame, had reached this level in less than twenty days.
Comparing their talents, it was far beyond a simple difference.
Compared to the Masked Man, Black Flame, her once proud and confident talent was like rubbish.
On the fifth-level martial arena, Xiao Li was also dumbfounded.
He never expected that the information given to him by his uncle Xiao Long would be so far off. His opponent had directly jumped from a fifth-level cultivator to a seventh-level cultivator.
However, despite this revelation, it only made him feel shocked.
It didn't make him feel fearful because he was already an eighth-level cultivator.
"Hehe, you've been hiding your cultivation. It seems that your cunningness is not inferior to anyone," Xiao Li said with a darkened face.
At this moment, everyone gradually realized why Black Flame had chosen to stay and fight against Xiao Li.
It turned out he had this trump card in his hand.
However, the battle was still not easy.
Although he had reached the seventh level of cultivation, he was still facing an eighth-level cultivator, and the gap was still significant.
But everyone was full of anticipation, hoping for a miracle to happen.
After all, when he was at the fourth level, he could already kill the Rampage Hunter who swept the fifth-level martial arena. And when he was at the fifth level, he easily killed Xiao Feng, a sixth-level cultivator.
Now, at the seventh level, could he defeat Xiao Li, who was at the eighth level? Everyone waited with bated breath to find out.
Although the gap between realms would become larger as one progressed, Wu Yun was always an exception.
On the martial arena, Xiao Li's movements gradually slowed down, while Wu Yun became faster and faster.
Clang!
There was a crisp sound of metal collision. Xiao Li's longsword was suddenly thrown out of his hand and fell to the ground.
Seizing the opportunity, Wu Yun's spear tip pierced forward. In the blink of an eye, it had pierced through Xiao Li's shoulder.
Pulling out the long spear, Xiao Li let out a painful cry. Blood gushed out from the wound on his shoulder.
"Why... why?" Xiao Li covered his shoulder, asking in pain and disbelief.
Wu Yun glanced at him and ignored him, putting away his spear into his storage ring. He turned and stood there, looking towards Xiao Xueyan on the tenth-level martial arena.
At this moment, Xiao Xueyan was also looking at him.
Her eyes were extremely cold, as if saying, "I'm going to kill you."
Below, thunderous applause erupted.
On the second floor, Li Lian and Liu Lin exchanged a glance, simultaneously uttering two words, which summed up everything.
Terrifying!
Yes, too terrifying. Seventh-level cultivation completely overwhelmed eighth-level cultivation.
In front, Xiao Li finally recovered from his shock and pain. Holding his bleeding shoulder, he stood up and gritted his teeth, "Black Flame, no matter who you are, you killed my cousin Xiao Feng yesterday, injured me today, and dare to compete with Xueyan for the Fire Cloud Spirit Grass. The Xiao family will never let you go."
Wu Yun glanced at him, still ignoring him, and walked off the martial arena.
As the sun set and night fell, ending a day of martial arts battles, Wu Yun returned to his room to cultivate.
The sight of Xiao Li, covered in blood, made Xiao Long tremble with anger.
In the room stood a dozen figures dressed in black.
These were the intelligence personnel Xiao Long had sent out to investigate Black Flame's true identity.
To Xiao Long's anger, they had found nothing.
One of the intelligence personnel reported back, "Master, whenever that Black Flame leaves the martial arena, he disappears immediately. We don't know what method he's using, but we..."
"Shut up!" Xiao Long roared, "Get out, and never let me see you again, you useless bunch."
"Uncle, I..."
Xiao Li wanted to say something but was stopped by Xiao Long, "You go back and heal your wounds first."
In the room, only Xiao Xueyan and Xiao Long were left.
Xiao Long was trembling with anger. Xiao Feng was dead, Xiao Li was seriously injured, and he wished he could skin Black Flame alive, strip him of his tendons, and fry him in a pan.
"Uncle, I..."
Xiao Li wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Xiao Long: "You go back and recuperate first."
Inside the room, only Xiao Xueyan and Xiao Long remained.
Xiao Long was furious. With Xiao Feng dead and Xiao Li heavily injured, he wished he could skin, draw, and fry that masked figure, Black Flame, in a pot of oil.
But how could he seek revenge when he couldn't even uncover the other's true identity?
Xiao Long wasn't so reckless as to directly confront someone in the life-and-death arena.
"Father, tonight, can you send someone to the Wu family to gather some information? I have a bad feeling about this."
Xiao Xueyan frowned.
Xiao Long paused for a moment and said, "Are you suggesting that this Black Flame could be Wu Yun in disguise?"
"I'm not sure, but I just feel uneasy about it. His appearance was too sudden, too strange."
"Understood, I'll make the arrangements immediately."