The entire arena seemed to shake.
Centered around the two people, a violent wave of energy swept out like a tsunami, causing the resilient force field barrier to twist dramatically, emitting an unbearable hum.
Amidst the swirling dust.
The Martial Monk looked like a wooden stake driven into the ground, his legs from the knees down completely buried in the cracked arena floor.
His arms hung weakly, the skin covered with a bronze sheen inch by inch cracked, and blood flowed freely.
On his chest, there was a horrifying sword mark deep enough to see the bone!
He stared fixedly at the figure in the dust ahead, like a Demon God, eyes full of unwillingness and disbelief, then his head tilted, completely knocked unconscious.
"Ring Three, Number 198, 'Rumbling Mountain' wins! Advancing to the top 32!"
Chu Kuanglan leaned on his Heavy Sword, breathing heavily, sweat streaming like a creek from his forehead, soaking his combat attire.
He won, but this time...
he truly burned out.
