"Come on! Watch me blast you to pieces with one punch!"
Luke Lu lifted his chin, eyes blazing with swagger, his hair whipped through the air.
Even though that single finger left him puzzled, right now, Luke Lu had absolute confidence in his fist—enough to shatter steel!
"Just die like this."
Evan Lin sounded chill. Just a second ago he was standing still, but suddenly he stomped the ground, and in a flash his figure blurred—he popped up in several places at once, like he was teleporting.
"What insane speed!"
Is that an afterimage?!
The situation in the arena changed in an instant. Luke Lu wore a cold sneer, his gaze locked onto Evan Lin's afterimages. With a sharp turn, he decisively swung his fist toward the empty air behind him.
"Trying to dodge my eyes with speed? Dream on! I'm still a pseudo-Vajra! With the Berserker Martial Canon boosting me, my strength now rivals a fifth-grade Vajra!" (Note: In cultivation novels, 'Vajra' is a rank for body-refining experts; fifth-grade is extremely rare and powerful.)
Luke Lu let out a guttural roar and swung his massive fist. As it moved, his bones crackled like firecrackers going off—so loud it rattled everyone's eardrums.
In midair, Evan Lin extended one leg, and his foot landed squarely on the tip of Luke Lu's fist.
To everyone watching, Evan's skinny body rocketed into the sky from Luke Lu's punch—so fast he turned into a tiny black dot.
Where'd he go?!
No clue... Did Luke Lu just one-punch kill him?!
Everyone in the stands craned their necks, eyes glued to the sky.
All eyes were glued to the sky, searching for Evan Lin.
Luke Lu didn’t dare relax. He wrapped himself in a shimmering shield of inner strength and scanned the sky, searching for Evan Lin.
Luke Lu was sure he'd landed that punch solidly on Evan's foot. For a normal person, that hit would shatter all their meridians. But with that punch, Luke felt as if his force had vanished into thin air.
He unleashed all his power—but got no feedback at all.
"Where is he?!" Shawn Shi was anxious, afraid that Evan Lin had really been killed by Luke Lu's punch.
Can't see him... Uncle Gu, did he land somewhere else? Getting launched that high, the fall alone could kill him.
From her perspective, all she saw was Evan Lin take Luke Lu's punch head-on and then fly far off into the distance.
With Evan Lin's thin body, there was no way he could withstand such a massive force.
Let alone from such a height.
Even for an inner strength martial artist, or a typical Vajra-level fighter, falling from that height would be no joke.
"Wait, no—there!"
Bryce Gu looked up at the sky, his pupils narrowed sharply.
Way up high, a tiny black dot was rapidly getting bigger.
"There!"
"That's so high!"
Holy crap! He's coming back down!
Everyone in the stands suddenly stood up, gazing at the sky.
Luke Lu’s power spiked again—muscles bulged, veins snaked, his whole body like a steel fortress. His face twisted, eyes cold and savage, all his inner strength swirling around his right fist like a mini tornado.
"Come on! I'll smash you to pieces with one punch! Mess with my Beast Arena and you die!"
Luke Lu roared, eyes bloodshot and full of battle-crazy energy. His wild hair whipped around, and his right arm swelled again, packed with muscle that looked ready to explode.
Even though he hadn't moved yet, the stones beside Luke Lu were already crushed into finer powder!
Up in the sky, Evan Lin’s hair whipped in the wind, his face cold as ice, profile sharp as a blade—he looked like he’d kill someone for blinking at him wrong.
Finally, the tiny black dot in the sky grew larger and larger.
"Ah!"
Luke Lu let out a wild howl, his muscle-packed right fist swinging toward the sky with unstoppable force.
Evan Lin dropped down with one foot outstretched, his sneaker tapping right onto the tip of Luke Lu's fist.
Time seemed to freeze for a full second.
In the very next instant—
BOOM!
A deafening roar erupted as the walls around the Beast Arena began to collapse, powder and dust instantly spreading through the entire arena.
A wild wind whipped up the sand and dust, scattering it everywhere.
Bryce Gu swept his sleeve with one hand, deflecting all the flying debris coming toward Yvonne Zhu.
People all over got pelted by flying rocks and couldn’t even open their eyes.
Inside the Beast Arena, smoke and dust swirled, blocking all vision—there was nothing but haze in sight.
The surrounding walls were covered in deep cracks, stones tumbling down, and many spots had completely collapsed.
The atmosphere in the arena was utterly silent.
"What could the result possibly be?"
Many people stared that way, not daring to breathe, all waiting for the dust to settle.
"Your Excellency..."
Shawn Shi swallowed hard, face full of worry.
Who died just now?" Yvonne Zhu muttered, her face going pale.
Fights of this level—even Yvonne Zhu had never witnessed anything like it.
Victor Frost huddled in a corner of the Beast Arena, arms over his head. He was closest to the center of the chaos, battered all over by the shockwave—his internal organs all suffering varying degrees of injury.
Only Victor Frost could truly feel the terrifying force of that impact—what kind of monstrous power was that?!
Victor Frost coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his eye with difficulty, and forced his eyes open to peer into the swirling dust.
The gray-brown dust started to thin out, bit by bit.
Amid all that dust, a black-clad figure slowly appeared.
"Something's happening!"
Everyone in the stands turned their eyes to the center of the arena, where the dust was beginning to clear.
The black figure stood there, looking a little lonely, his eyes pitch-black and full of silence.
It was as if nothing around him mattered at all.
He looked like he’d just walked out of ancient history—people in the crowd suddenly felt a chill of desolation in their hearts.
Evan Lin glanced around, then hopped down, hands shoved in his pockets, feet crunching into the powdered ground.
Every step he took left deep and shallow footprints behind.
Evan's black hair fluttered softly in the wind.
He walked straight out of the swirling dust, heading directly for Victor Frost in the corner.
As Evan emerged from the haze, everyone instinctively glanced at the spot behind him.
"Lu... Luke Lu?"
"Where is he?"
"Wait, I think... I think he's... over there!"
Someone spotted another shadow gradually appearing in the dust.
That shadow...
"Oh my god!"
No way... for real...?
As the dust cleared, the truth was finally revealed.