In the ring, Yi Dongmu looked at Han Sen coldly and said, "Very good. Since you dare to come, you should be prepared to die."
Yi Dongmu then pulled out the dagger from his waist, his face full of murderous intent.
"Do you think this is a martial arts drama?"
Han Sen didn't think much of it. How could a normal person say something like that? It was so humiliating.
So Han Sen did not say anything and directly shapeshifted with the bloody slayer. Holding the sheath of the Shura katana in one hand and the handle in the other, he ran toward Yi Dongmu.
The bloody slayer was a beast soul that focused on speed. When running at full speed, its explosive power was almost as fast as a fighter jet. In a moment, the distance between Yi Dongmu and Dollar was getting closer and closer.
Seeing this, the audience thought Dollar was crazy. How could he get close to Yi Dongmu? This was no different from suicide. Yi Dongmu was best at close combat. Once he got close, it would be almost impossible to dodge his fatal blow.
"Oh no, Dollar has lost his mind. Not only did he rush over, but he also used a dagger. It would have been better if he had used a gun. At least he could keep a distance."
"Dollar should have brought a bow and arrows. Even if he did not know how to use them, it would have been much better to shoot slowly from the sky."
Yi Dongmu's fans were even more amused. "This idiot sent himself to me. Who would not want Yi Dongmu to win?"
Yi Dongmu sneered and also shapeshifted with a beast soul. It was a mutant devil monkey. Suddenly, Yi Dongmu's strength and speed were greatly improved. He turned into a black, majestic devil monkey with a thick tail on his back.
Yi Dongmu did have a sacred-blood shapeshifting beast soul, but he did not have a human-like shapeshifting beast soul. If he could not use the skills he was good at and could not use a sacred-blood dagger, a shapeshifting beast soul would not be as effective as a mutant beast soul.
There were very few humanoid creatures, and even fewer humanoid ones. Except for the sacred-blood humanoid beast soul that the top ten Son of God had drawn, there were almost no other sacred-blood beast souls in humanoid form.
Han Sen's bloody slayer was a very precious shapeshifting beast soul. With a pair of human hands, he could perform all kinds of human skills perfectly.
Seeing Han Sen running toward him, Yi Dongmu held the sacred-blood dagger in his hand and rushed toward Han Sen. The distance between the two was shortened rapidly.
Yi Dong Mu's every move, every movement he made, every movement he made, every movement he made, was in Han Sen's eyes. In Han Sen's eyes, Yi Dong Mu was like a marionette. He could see through all of Yi Dong Mu's actions and predict what he would do.
When two people were both proficient in assassination, and one of them was much stronger than the other, this would happen. Han Sen knew Yi Dong Mu like the back of his hand, but Yi Dong Mu didn't know that Han Sen was also proficient in assassination. Yi Dong Mu was already doomed to fail.
Even if his speed and strength were better than Han Sen's, it would be useless.
When the two passed by each other, Han Sen's Shura katana, which was dyed golden by Han Sen, was unsheathed and sheathed in an instant. Everything was as smooth as flowing water.
The two of them ran back to back for about ten meters before they stopped. Han Sen's golden body was as strong as a centaur, but Yi Dong Mu slowly turned around and stared at Han Sen's back. He asked word by word, "What kind of knife-skill was that?"
"Bladestorm," Han Sen replied calmly, still not looking back.
"I will find you again. Next time I will not lose," Yi Dongmu said.
He turned around and walked down the ring. As soon as he walked down, he fell to the ground with a deep wound on his chest. Blood gushed out like a spring.
The whole First God's Sanctuary seemed to be silent for a moment. Millions of people who were watching this fight opened their mouths wide but could not make a sound.
No one could believe this was the result of the duel. If it had been the other way around, they could have accepted it. But the invincible Yi Dong Mu, the Yi Dong Mu who had always been a king, had lost to Dollar in one hit. It was hard to believe this was actually happening.
Not to mention the fans of Yi Dongmu, even the fans of Dollar did not expect Dollar to win with such an overwhelming advantage. Even the most optimistic fans of Dollar thought it would be a tough fight for Dollar.
However, no one expected that Yi Dongmu would be defeated like this. There was no suspense, and he was defeated in close combat, which was what he was best at.
Han Sen turned around and looked at Yi Dongmu, who was struggling to get up. He said calmly, "You are not bad to be able to take a serious strike from me and not die."
After that, Han Sen turned around and left.
"Not bad... Not bad..."
This sentence was hovering in the minds of countless people watching the fight, making them feel like their heads were about to explode. It was a mess.
In the eyes of the audience, Dollar's body seemed to be infinitely taller. He was tall and shining, as powerful as a god.
"Dollar!" The fans who had been supporting Dollar finally reacted and shouted excitedly. Some of them even jumped up and down.
As if time had been frozen, the whole God's Sanctuary became lively. Everyone was talking about this incredible fight.
"The plot turned around too fast!"
"Ha-ha, the fans who supported Yi Dongmu are going to be slapped in the face."
"Not only the fans, but also the media in the Alliance. Except for Fang Mingquan, who was in Contest of the Gods, everyone predicted Yi Dongmu would be the champion. But what happened?
He didn't even make it to the top 10 and was defeated. Ha-ha... "
"Now that I think about it, Fang Mingquan really has foresight. His analysis seems to be quite reasonable, but I was blinded by Yi Dongmu's victory and didn't pay attention to Fang Mingquan's analysis."
"Lin Feng is the real badass. No wonder he was second in the last contest. He knew Dollar was the real boss."
"Ha-ha, it seems that this year will be the fight between Lin Feng and Dollar on Sky Mountain."
"We really owe Fang Mingquan and Dollar an apology."
"Fang Mingquan has suffered."
"You are not bad... Ha-ha... So cool..."
After only ten seconds of fighting, Dollar's image had undergone a drastic change.
"This guy is even more flirtatious than me. I will try this next time. You are not bad to be able to take a serious blow from me without dying..." Tang Zhenliu regretted that he had not thought of such a flirtatious sentence before.