I walk sideways in the game world

Chapter 207: Fierce battle, gradually entering a dangerous situation

The second young master's lips curled into a cold smile, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. From the first day Ren Xiaoyao entered the family, he had regarded him as a thorn in his side. Now, he had finally caught Ren Xiaoyao's weakness, and he wanted to let everyone know that he was the best child in the family.

"Go to hell!" The second young master roared, his body like lightning, approaching Ren Xiaoyao in an instant. His palms flew, and the palm wind was as sharp as a knife, and each move was aimed at Ren Xiaoyao's vital points, without any mercy.

Ren Xiaoyao's heart sank. He hadn't expected the Second Young Master to be so despicable as to resort to a fatal blow in a duel. He tried his best to dodge while racking his brains for a response.

"Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!" The third young lady was so frightened by the second young master's ruthless moves that she turned pale and couldn't help but scream.

However, her reminder aroused even greater rage in the second young master, "Shut up!" He roared, and the palm wind became more fierce, forcing Ren Xiaoyao to retreat repeatedly, with almost no power to fight back.

"This Ren Xiaoyao is just so-so. I used to think he was so powerful!"

"That's right, it seems the rumors are not to be believed. He is no match for the Second Young Master!"

After seeing this scene, many people in the family began to doubt Ren Xiaoyao's strength, and they talked about it, their words full of ridicule and disdain.

The Great Elder sat on the high platform, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes deeply observing the situation on the fighting field, without saying a word. He was also somewhat puzzled. Based on his understanding of Ren Xiaoyao, he shouldn't be so easily suppressed by the Second Young Master. Is he really hiding his strength?

Ren Xiaoyao was forced to the edge of the arena by the Second Young Master, with nowhere to retreat. He was extremely anxious, but he could not find a chance to fight back. The Second Young Master's attack was like a violent storm, leaving him breathless.

"It's over!" A hint of pride flashed in the second young master's eyes. He concentrated all his energy and suddenly slapped Ren Xiaoyao's chest. This palm contained all his strength. If it hit, Ren Xiaoyao would definitely die.

At this critical moment, Xia Lin, who had been standing in the crowd, suddenly moved. She pushed aside the people around her and rushed towards the arena, shouting anxiously, "Stop!"

Xia Lin's figure flashed like a flash of lightning, piercing the tense atmosphere. All she could see was Ren Xiaoyao's precarious figure. However, just as she was about to charge into the arena, a hand stopped her.

"Miss Xia Lin, please respect yourself. No one is allowed to enter the competition without permission. This is the rule." The butler from another family stopped her expressionlessly. Although his tone was respectful, it was firm and unquestionable.

Xia Lin explained anxiously, "But, Brother Xiaoyao is in danger!"

"Life and death are determined by fate. In a martial arts arena, swords are merciless. This is his own choice." The foreign butler remained unmoved, his gaze coldly sweeping across Xia Lin's anxious face. "Please, Miss Xia Lin, don't make things difficult for us."

Charlene was left speechless by the housekeeper's words. She could only watch helplessly as the situation on the arena grew increasingly critical. Her heart felt as if an invisible hand were gripping it, and even breathing became difficult.

On the high platform, the Great Elder watched this scene, his brows furrowed even deeper. While he wanted to use this opportunity to force out Ren Xiaoyao's true strength, he didn't really want to kill him. The Second Young Master's brutal attack had clearly gone beyond the realm of a duel. If he didn't intervene, it would likely lead to disaster.

His deep eyes swept back and forth between Ren Xiaoyao and the Second Young Master, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Just as he was about to intervene, the Second Young Master's attack had already reached Ren Xiaoyao's face.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin closed her eyes in despair, unable to bear to see Ren Xiaoyao being hit.

However, the expected screams didn't emanate; only a muffled thud echoed across the arena. Xia Lin's eyes snapped open, only to see... Xia Lin's eyes snapped open, only to see Ren Xiaoyao still standing firmly. However, the hand that had once held his sword was now empty, and the precious sword that had accompanied him on the battlefield was now embedded in the bluestone slab of the arena, just a step away from him.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Miss San was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. She tightly grasped the hand of the maid beside her and kept praying in a low voice, "God bless you, please keep Brother Xiaoyao safe..."

On the high platform, the Great Elder suddenly stood up, a subtle flash of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't expected that Ren Xiaoyao could escape unscathed from the Second Young Master's fierce attack. It seemed that he had underestimated this usually taciturn member of the family.

The Second Young Master's eyes were also filled with disbelief. He had already used all his strength in that attack, and even some of the elders in the family would not dare to take it head-on. But Ren Xiaoyao had dodged it so easily?

"You..." The second young master's hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly. He realized that he had still underestimated Ren Xiaoyao's strength.

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't just defend anymore. The Second Young Master's attacks were getting more and more fierce. If he continued like this, he would be forced into a desperate situation sooner or later. With this thought, a glint of determination flashed in his eyes. He clenched his empty fist and began to try to counterattack.

However, the Second Young Master was well prepared. Every attack from Ren Xiaoyao was easily neutralized by him. On the other hand, he himself, in his eagerness to win, was full of flaws, and he almost gave the Second Young Master the opportunity to seize several opportunities.

"It's useless. You are no match for me." The second young master sneered, his tone full of contempt and disdain. "Just admit defeat and avoid humiliating yourself!"

Outside the arena, Xia Lin's heart was in her throat. She could sense that Ren Xiaoyao's situation was getting worse and worse. However, she was powerless and could only watch him fall into trouble.

"Is there really no way?" Charlene closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her cheeks.

In the shadows, a pair of cold eyes stared intently at the situation on the fighting field, a chilling smile forming at the corners of his mouth. A powerful force gathered in the mysterious man's hands, as if ready to deliver a fatal blow to Ren Xiaoyao at his weakest moment. The atmosphere in the fighting field grew even more tense with his presence.

Ren Xiaoyao was forced to retreat step by step by the Second Young Master, and his physical strength gradually declined. He knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose.

"Am I really going to lose?" A trace of despair flashed through Ren Xiaoyao's mind, but he quickly put it behind him.

"No, I can't lose!" Ren Xiaoyao's gaze gradually grew firmer. He took a deep breath, and suddenly a daring trick from a game in his previous life flashed through his mind. That trick was extremely dangerous, but it often saved him from desperate situations.

"Let's fight!" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes locked onto the Second Young Master, his mind already determined. He secretly mobilized the remaining spiritual energy in his body, ready to give it a go...