Doomsday Roulette

The familiar sensation jolted Zhang Jia awake, and he flipped his hand, turning the blade up, aiming for the armpit of the Cave Holder.

At this moment, Zhang Jia's body was still in the reflex motion from the previous impact.

Bei Yin nodded repeatedly, thinking that although this little guy from their clan had shown some immaturity at the start, his responses in the later stages were quite satisfactory.

However, Ye Zhongming's gaze fell on the two short rods that the Cave Holder had previously thrown at Zhang Jia. After being knocked away, they did not fall but instead hovered in a bizarre manner.

As Zhang Jia's war knife sliced towards the Cave Holder's armpit, the two floating short rods suddenly shot out like venomous snakes, hitting Zhang Jia just before the war knife made contact.

One struck Zhang Jia's shoulder, while the other hit him squarely in the back.

Many viewers watching the live broadcast through the light barrier gasped in surprise, thinking that the battle should end here.

But Zhang Jia displayed impressive abilities; after being attacked, he managed to control his body and with his other hand, he threw a punch that struck the Cave Holder's face, who had momentarily paused to control the short rods.

The Cave Holder, upon receiving the blow, lost control of the short rods again, raising his elbow and crashing it into Zhang Jia's chest.

For the first time after their close encounter, the two separated.

The interval of time was indeed very short, yet it felt thrilling.

During this close-quarters combat, Zhang Jia was clearly at a disadvantage; he not only had a bloody head but also sustained hits on his shoulder, back, and chest.

In contrast, the Cave Holder only received a punch to the face and a minor hit to his neck and shoulder, sustaining relatively light injuries.

However, even though his injuries weren't severe, the Cave Holder's face had swelled and slightly distorted, with cracks appearing in the armor on his chest; that headbutt was no joke.

“Zhang Jia!” shouted the clan members behind, actually seeking their companion's opinion; if necessary, they would join the fight.

They could see that Zhang Jia was strong, but it seemed he was still slightly weaker than the Cave Holder.

However, they saw Zhang Jia shaking his head.

Both fighters were panting lightly for a few seconds before Zhang Jia made the first move.

His war knife sliced through the air, and star-like firefly-like glimmers appeared along its path, quickly dispersing and surrounding his body while clinging to the blade.

“Brilliant radiant firefly?” Yao Han Su smiled at Bei Yin and said, “You taught him this so early?”

Bei Yin nodded, “He asked for my opinion, but I didn't teach him.”

This skill was quite famous among the musk ke people, with many experts from Musk Ke Star using it due to its spectacular visual effects and great power.

Now that Zhang Jia had used it, the previously settled thoughts of victory and defeat among many spectators began to waver.

The Cave Holder glanced at him, summoned the short rods back to his hands, which began to glow slightly, clearly indicating he was charging them with energy to increase their power. He then leaped again, aiming to smash down on Zhang Jia.

It was exactly the same opening move as his first attack.

Zhang Jia sneered, wondering who he was underestimating; he did not raise his war knife to intercept as he did the first time but instead stood still and slashed down directly.

He chose to counterattack.

At this moment, the blade of his war knife was covered in a radiant light, resembling a beam of pure light. As he swung it, a much brighter blade radiance was produced. Although it wasn't as long or sharp as many experts' attacks, it was still quite intimidating at this level.

In mid-air, the Cave Holder had no choice but to intercept with his dual rods.

Upon collision, his body was pushed backward, and Zhang Jia rushed forward, reaching the spot before the Cave Holder landed, his war knife, imbued with the glimmers from the earlier Brilliant Radiant Firefly, swung fiercely at his opponent.