"Damn it, I can't lose, I must win!" Qing Yun roared, the beastly growl echoed throughout the arena, and all the contestants below held their breath, waiting for Qing Yun's next move. The four Elders, after a brief evaluation of the two's strengths, also activated protective measures.

Like Qing Hong, after the roar, Qing Yun's power began to increase significantly, and his body underwent major changes.

Dark yellow fur sprouted all over Qing Yun's body, the claws on his hands and feet became sharper, the fur on his tail stood up like needles, and long tusks grew from his mouth. His cold red eyes were locked onto Zhang Po, exhaling scarlet hot air.

Feeling this aura, Zhang Po was immediately intrigued.

"Interesting." Zhang Po raised the Great Sword in his hand, pointing at the transformed Qing Yun, and gave a slight wave of his hand.

"Come on."

Qing Yun roared again, a sound that made the weaker spectators shudder. In his fully transformed state, he had lost some rationality, and with Zhang Po's provocation, he pounced without a second thought.

The transformed Qing Yun moved at lightning speed, several times faster than before, creating afterimages that merged with the wind. It was as if he had become one with the air, and Zhang Po could only hear the howling wind, unable to sense Qing Yun's location.

Zhang Po was startled, hastily assuming a defensive posture, but before he could steady himself, Qing Yun's figure swooped in, clawing at Zhang Po's chest. Zhang Po couldn't dodge and was sent flying.

Having succeeded with one strike, Qing Yun didn't continue to attack but instead increased his speed to the extreme, circling around the fallen Zhang Po. He blended himself into the air, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

"It's too fast, I can't see at all!" Zhang Po endured the pain as he stood up, his chest clothes torn, leaving five gashes, with blood flowing down the scratches.

As Zhang Po focused all his efforts on tracking Qing Yun's movements, he heard a cry, and Qing Yun attacked from behind again. His claws grabbed the flesh on Zhang Po's back, and his tail, like an iron rod, swept fiercely at Zhang Po, causing him to grunt and fly once more.

After the second attack, Qing Yun licked the blood off his claws, purring contentedly. His red eyes glanced at the fallen Zhang Po, then merged back into the air, giving Zhang Po no chance to detect him.

"This old leopard is really cunning." Zhang Po cursed silently, his back wounds making him gasp in pain.

Zhang Po's situation was grim. He was injured both front and back by Qing Yun, leaving shocking bloodstains, and the tail hit his waist so hard he couldn't stand.

This is the advantage of the Swift Beast style; the tactics Qing Yu didn't show in the first battle were now fully displayed by Qing Yun, using his exceptional speed to confuse the opponent, making them unable to determine his position, then launching attacks at the right moment.

"I can't keep this up; he'll exhaust me sooner or later. I need to force him to reveal himself."

After taking these blows, Zhang Po calmed down completely. He thought for a moment, and then a spark of inspiration struck him, finally formulating a strategy.

Zhang Po gritted his teeth, pushed himself up, and ran towards the edge of the field. As he ran, he retracted the scattered Qi within the field, concentrating it within a meter around him.

"This way, I'll catch you!" Zhang Po's mouth curled into a smile.

Watching Zhang Po seemingly trying to escape, Qing Yun's predatory instinct kicked in, and without much thought, he pursued in Zhang Po's direction.

"Trying to run!" With Qing Yun's current speed, he closed the distance in the blink of an eye, his claws glowing with a purple light, accompanied by a faint whooshing sound as he aimed for Zhang Po's neck. Clearly, Qing Yun was tired of the game and wanted to finish Zhang Po in one strike.

After taking two steps, Zhang Po suddenly stopped and steadied himself. By then, his Qi had been retracted, allowing nothing within a meter of him to escape his perception. He caught a glimpse of a black-and-red figure flashing by.

"There you are, let's see where you run this time." Zhang Po's smile grew wider.

Just as Qing Yun's claws were about to reach Zhang Po's throat, they froze in midair, and Zhang Po's face was full of astonishment: "How did you catch me? Impossible."

Qing Yun's claws stopped two inches from Zhang Po's neck, unable to advance, and he looked down to see Zhang Po's big hand firmly gripping his speckled fur.

"It's over." Zhang Po drew his other sword-wielding hand, placing it against Qing Yun's neck.

"Give up now. It'd take effort to heal you like my other friend you hurt. Better surrender now; I'm not interested in killing. I just want to fight, that's all."

Qing Yun had already reverted from his transformed state, his seemingly fierce face now full of dejection.

Lips trembling slightly, Qing Yu slowly uttered three words: "I lost."

Hearing this, Zhang Po nodded, releasing Qing Yun and turning to gesture to Xiao Zhentian to announce the result.

"Will you admit defeat?" Xiao Zhentian approached Qing Yun after receiving Zhang Po's signal, asking.

Qing Yun nodded dejectedly: "Yes, I concede, I lost this match."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhentian cleared his throat and announced to the crowd: "In the third round of the ground match, the Ancient Clan, Team 15, is victorious!"

Feeling this match wasn't as exciting as the one between Chang Wei and Qing Hong, the spectators gave only sparse applause.

But the truly capable teams saw the depth in the battle. Though Zhang Po and Qing Yun's fight didn't have the visual impact like Chang Wei and Qing Hong's, it tested the combatants' skills every second, whether in speed, power, perception, or intelligence.

This was a true duel between masters, undeniably exciting.

Qing Yun walked down from the Martial Arts Arena, looking dejected as the battle's loser. However, compared to Zhang Po, he wasn't too injured, with only an arm wound, while his body remained mostly unharmed. This was a small blessing for both his team and himself.

"Third Brother, it's good you're okay. Their strength is really great; losing to them is understandable. Honestly, I concede," As Qing Yun descended, he heard a familiar voice and looked up to see none other than Qing Hong, who was injured by Chang Wei.

"Second Brother? You…" Qing Yun observed and was surprised to find that Qing Hong showed no signs of injury and sounded full of energy.

"The other brother from Team 15 healed me." Qing Hong nodded towards the sidelines at Xiao Yifei, who, feeling their gaze, waved back with a bright smile, showing his white teeth.

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