Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

Ba Gang's lava body is twenty meters tall, while Li Wang Yi's flaming dragon body, even with the support of the three-colored flames, only barely reaches three meters.

The difference in size alone is enough to make one dizzy.

Looking at the towering rock giant that was running closer and closer, it was like a small mountain crashing into them.

In a daze, Wang Yi, the Power King, was reminded of his original form and the battle with the Titan.

Then, Wang Yi, the Power King, suddenly shook his head, took a deep breath, and gripped the Crimson Blood Halberd in the Dragon Claw tightly.

Although he is not the original body, fortunately, Ba Gang is not Lin Qingyu.

Moreover, thanks to Lin Qingyu, Wang Yi has gained some experience in dealing with such large opponents.

As Ba Gang ran, his momentum was powerful, and he quickly traversed the entire distance of the arena, arriving in front of Wang Yi.

Ba Gang paid no attention to Jiang Yue and Wang Jiang who walked past him, or Ren Ming who flew over his head.

Right now, all he wants to do is properly assess the strength of his opponent, Wang Yi.

Although the one called Wang Jiang was also very strong in close combat, without transformation magic, he had no hope of facing the legendary-grade lava body with his bare hands.

Rushing towards Wang Yi, Ba Gang suddenly grew rocks from his right hand, transforming them into a pitch-black spiked club, which then smashed down towards Wang Yi's head.

This strike was straightforward and simple, yet it carried the force of wind and thunder, displaying a fierce momentum.

Faced with an attack that felt like a meteor crashing down on him, Wang Yi stepped forward and raised his crimson halberd, preparing to take the blow head-on.

"Holy crap, is he insane? No matter what, it's a mid-level player fighting a high-level player!"

"Given the size difference alone, if one blow lands on Wang Yi, he won't be in worse shape than Yamamoto, right? At least Yamamoto has a slight advantage in terms of physique."

"Everyone says that China is the epitome of etiquette, and now I see why."

The audience was noisy, and some timid spectators even covered their eyes, afraid that they would see a pile of minced meat next.

However, none of this could affect Wang Yi.

Ba Gang's blow was clearly a test, so Wang Yi was prepared to take it head-on and see what the Lava Giant was made of.

Moreover, if they don't even have the ability to withstand this attack head-on, how can they possibly delay this lava giant?

boom!

The massive spiked club slammed down, landing on Wang Yi's raised crimson halberd.

The flying stones kicked up dust and created a deafening roar that shook people's eardrums.

"Is he/she dead?"

"Was it a river of blood?"

Under the expectant yet apprehensive gazes of the audience, Ba Gang slowly raised his spiked club.

As the dust and smoke gradually dissipated, Wang Yi's still proudly standing fiery dragon body was revealed.

Click!

Several cracks appeared on the part of the spiked club that collided with the Crimson Blood Halberd, and the arena beneath Wang Yi's feet also cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.

This shows that Bagang had no intention of holding back in this attack.

"He's not dead!"

"Next!"

"Holy crap, a mid-level fighter going head-to-head with a high-level fighter! Fighting a higher-level opponent!"

"Is this transformation magic that powerful?"

The audience erupted in clamor, but Wang Yi gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The crimson halberd vibrated and hummed, his arms went numb, the dragon scales on his palms shattered, his bones trembled incessantly, cracks appeared in his arm and leg bones, and his back muscles began to spasm uncontrollably.

"Without the many passive abilities, the difference between the divine-grade Flame Dragon Body and the legendary-grade Lava Body is still somewhat significant."

After that one strike, Wang Yi understood and had already assessed the difference in skill level.

The glistening emerald raindrops fell, merging into Wang Yi's dragon body, repairing his muscles and bones, and healing the injuries caused by Ba Gang's blow.

"good!"

Seeing that Wang Yi had actually taken his blow with great force, Ba Gang was overjoyed. He was even more astonished when he saw that the Rain of Life was healing some of Wang Yi's injuries.

"Can your transformation magic be healed?"

Wang Yi sheathed his halberd, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and replied to Ba Gang, "A body of flesh and blood has both advantages and disadvantages."

Compared to other transformation magic, the Fiery Dragon Body bleeds and feels pain; all damage is reflected in itself and cannot be weakened.

"Reasonable!"

Ba Gang nodded, glanced at the clouds of the Rain of Life, and then ignored them.

Although he had a way to shatter the rain clouds and destroy the healing magic, it was really unnecessary.

He finally encountered a mage who could fight him head-on, but he hadn't had enough of the fight yet.

"Again!"

Ba Gang roared excitedly, then raised his bat and smashed it again.

This time, however, Wang Yi did not intend to take the bait.

In terms of strength, the Fiery Dragon Body is inferior to the Lava Body, after all, the two are one grade lower.

Wang Yi's advantage lies in her smaller size, relative agility, and increased speed with the addition of the Flame.

Having roughly grasped the power of the Overlord Steel, Wang Yi naturally changed his fighting style. How could he use his own weakness to attack the enemy's strength?

With a powerful push of his legs, Wang Yi shifted his body to the left, dodging the spiked club while simultaneously swinging his halberd in a horizontal slash, striking Ba Gang's knee.

Unexpectedly, the trajectory of the downward swinging mace quickly drew a right angle, striking Wang Yi's right side.

"This big guy reacts pretty quickly."

Wang Yi twisted his body to the right, gripped both ends of the Crimson Blood Halberd, and parried the spiked club. At the same time, the halberd shaft caught several spikes, and he used the momentum to flip himself up.

With nimble footwork, he lightly stepped through the gaps in the spikes of the mace, as if leaping across a narrow path, and his figure rushed onto Ba Gang's right arm, then along the lava arm, heading straight for Ba Gang's head.

Waaah!

A strong wind blew, and Ba Gang's left palm slammed into them like a thick wall.

Wang Yi, who was standing on the elbow, immediately swung his halberd and thrust.

clang!

The tip of the Crimson Blood Halberd pierced half a meter into the lava palm, but ultimately failed to penetrate the entire hand.

Without its sharpness, armor-piercing tail spikes, and the Mountain Seal, the Crimson Blood Halberd is now truly outdated for Wang Yi.

Ba Gang continued to push out with force with his left palm, while simultaneously rotating his right arm, trying to squeeze Wang Yi between his palm and elbow.

Wang Yi leaped decisively, drawing his Crimson Blood Halberd and simultaneously slashing at Ba Gang's left index finger.

Ba Gang neither dodged nor avoided, his five fingers bending from palm to fist, as if a giant dragon were crashing down.

With his body already airborne and nowhere to put his footing, Wang Yi smoothly swung the Crimson Blood Halberd to his left hand, its power undiminished. Then, he brought his right claw together, fist to fist.

clang!

The crimson halberd first cleaved the left index finger of the steel-clad warrior, the lava and the halberd blade rubbing together to create huge sparks, the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

The steel fist continued its momentum, and the next moment, the lava left fist continued to collide with Wang Yi's dragon fist.

boom!

The difference in strength caused Wang Yi to be sent flying by the punch, crashing onto the stage and creating cracks about an inch wide.

But before he could release all the force, Wang Yi immediately twisted his body and stepped on the crack, shattering it and transforming it into a three-colored lightning bolt that shot straight towards the steel face.

Ba Gang had not expected that Wang Yi would not need to exert any force at all. He was rushed into the inner circle as soon as he turned around. It was too late to raise his spiked club again, so he had no choice but to open his five fingers again and grab Wang Yi's lightning bolt with his left hand.

Ba Gang seemed to have forgotten that his left index finger had just been chopped off by Wang Yi's halberd and punched.

click!

Wang Yi, who was prepared, severed Ba Gang's index finger with a single halberd strike, then pierced through his palm and landed right in front of his face!