Performance? Bailang snorted coldly upon hearing this, recalling the scene Pei Yan described that day while dancing. Has the world really changed, with the people of this cornerstone plane becoming so arrogant one by one?

"Leohard, then you should give Mr. Shitang a good performance!" Bailang, burning with anger, quickly walked to the center with his hands behind his back, looking at Leohard and shouting sternly.

Seeing the serious look in Bailang's eyes, Leohard knew he had to win this battle, as it was crucial to whether they could reverse the current situation and take the initiative in the upcoming cooperation. He was also dissatisfied with Pei Yan and the people of the cornerstone plane. He wanted to use this opportunity to see the true strength of these people!

Knowing the seriousness of the matter and having witnessed Pei Yan's abilities, he had put away his contempt long before. After exchanging pleasantries, he drew his huge sword from his back, and a strange red light appeared on his horns.

"This is one of the Demon Race's combat methods. I saw it when fighting against Raphael. It can greatly enhance physical fitness. It seems he's ready to go all out right from the start!" Pei Yan's words echoed in Ye Ruozai's ears through the headset.

"Got it!" Ye Ruozai responded softly, and a longsword suddenly appeared in his hand. At this moment, Leohard had already vanished from sight. After a gust of wind, a huge sword came slashing down towards Ye Ruozai.

Despite having absolute confidence in Ye Ruozai, Pei Yan's heart couldn't help but jump to his throat when he saw the huge sword approaching Ruozai's head while he remained motionless. Would Ye Ruozai be caught off guard and fail here?

In the next moment, Leohard's huge sword cleaved through Ye Ruozai's body without any resistance, but he didn't feel any joy. Looking at the phantom that disappeared in front of him and the deep pit created by the giant sword on the ground, unable to find Ye Ruozai's figure, he realized something was wrong and leaped away from the original spot several times.

Phantom? When did he slip away? Watching the scene through the light screen, Pei Yan pondered, even he couldn't tell when Ye Ruozai had disappeared.

Looking at Ye Ruozai, who reappeared arrogantly standing in the original spot, Leohard tightened his grip on the greatsword and launched three testing attacks in succession, each time striking mere illusions, gradually gaining insight into the opponent's pattern. Finding a way to respond, he smirked coldly and charged forward again.

The downward swing of the greatsword, as expected, missed again. However, this time Leohard didn't turn and jump away but instead shouted violently, as black water spread out from under his feet, extending outward with him as the center, quickly spreading and shimmering like a mirror. Under some unknown guidance, ripples formed, and water droplets continued to fly in one direction,

Leohard didn't even look; his left hand left the sword hilt and waved backward. A huge fireball appeared out of nowhere, erupting forcefully from his palm's star circle. He then twisted his body, leaping sideways to slash at another direction in the void.

The fireball exposed Ye Ruozai's true form, flying toward the sky. Although he avoided that attack, Leohard's greatsword precisely intercepted him in his downward path, aiming to cut him at the waist.

Facing the pincer attack, Ye Ruozai remained calm, twirling in the air, ignoring the longsword at his waist, then swiftly and fiercely stabbing towards Leohard's left eye.

A life for a life? Too naive! Well, don't blame me for being ruthless! Leohard sneered, allowing the opponent's longsword to thrust out, while his greatsword continued chopping toward the opponent's waist.

Spurt! The longsword easily pierced Leohard's vaporized left eye, and his greatsword also struck Ye Ruozai. The opponent's body didn't split in two as he imagined, but after taking this sword solidly, his entire body flew horizontally, knocking down a courtyard wall before collapsing motionless.

"Good!"

"Nicely done!"

Amidst cheering, an angry Xiayu tightly held Ye Ruozai's hat. Just as she was about to step in to help, Ye Ruozai's voice echoed in the venue: "Mr. Leohard, have you finished your performance?"

The venue fell silent as all eyes focused on Ye Ruozai, who reappeared unscathed. Bailang's face turned uglier, noting that besides the battling Leohard, only Bailang, Pei Yan, and the veteran Kodwen through the light screen noticed the trick.

Before Leohard's greatsword had struck, Ye Ruozai's figure had already split into two: one part was struck by Leohard's greatsword, while the real body flowed unnoticed to the side within the black water under his feet.

"Clone Technique!" Pei Yan exclaimed, uncovering the truth through the Mechanical Eye's slow-motion playback: "What kind of ability caused this effect?"

"There are many abilities that can produce such effects. I told you before that this person is more formidable than you think, truly the candidate I had my eye on." The voice of Lin Junzhao echoed proudly in his mind.

In the venue, facing Ye Ruozai, who remained calm amidst his relentless attacks, the cheers were silenced, like ducks with choked voices. Leohard, who noticed something was amiss the moment his greatsword touched the opponent, didn't seem too surprised, propping the longsword straight while staring at Ye Ruozai and said solemnly: "Do you intend to keep dodging like this?"

"That depends on how far you can push me. After all, my superior ordered me to defeat you only after your grand performance!" Ye Ruozai responded with a gentle smile.

"Alright, I must admit your abilities exceeded my expectations. So, in the upcoming battle, I won't hold back. You might get injured or even die, but you have the chance to withdraw now."

"Then please do your best, so I can gain a deeper understanding of the Demon Race's strength!"

Upon these words, Leohard no longer hesitated, with his horns glowing intensely red. Black water surged beneath his feet, quickly covering half the courtyard. Under Leohard's full exertion, the black water no longer reacted slowly, and streams rose like venomous snakes, closely pursuing Ye Ruozai.

Under the encirclement and entanglement of the black water, Ye Ruozai's movement became less fluid, his stealth detected by the pervasive black water, and paired with Leohard's tempestuous offensive, for a moment, Ye Ruozai appeared to be on the defensive, unable to counter.

"Black Swamp Leohard! That outsider is doomed!" Hel whispered with a smile standing behind Bailang.

Watching Ye Ruozai's increasingly slower movements, Bailang nodded in satisfaction. This must be called hoisting one's own petard; the longer he battles Leohard, the closer he gets to death. If this man doesn't fight back soon, he will have no chance of reversal.