As the battle continued, the intensity of their exchanges began to push both fighters closer to their limits, but while Zhao Kun still maintained the advantage in raw power, subtle changes started to appear, changes that only the keenest observers could notice, as small cracks formed in the rhythm of his defense under the continuous, coordinated pressure applied by Li Hao and his wolf.
Li Hao's eyes sharpened as he recognized the shift.
There—
A slight delay.
A momentary imbalance.
Without hesitation, he seized the opportunity.
His figure blurred forward, his sword coated in concentrated frost as he executed a refined technique, striking precisely at the weakened point in Zhao Kun's defense, while the Frost Fang Wolf attacked simultaneously from the side, forcing Zhao Kun into a split-second decision.
The impact resounded sharply.
For the first time—
Zhao Kun was forced to step back.
A faint crack appeared along the projection of his Xuanwu defense.
The arena fell into stunned silence.
Because in that moment, everyone realized—
Li Hao was not simply resisting.
He was beginning to break through.