On the Competition Platform, Lei Quan's expression gradually turned gloomy as he looked at Lei Yin, who had entangled himself with him without falling behind, as though he had become an entirely different person.
He had never imagined that the Lei Yin before him would undergo such a complete transformation and actually possess the strength to contend with him.
One had to know that just three days ago, the other party had been beaten by him like a dead dog, left in a sorry state.
Thinking of this, a trace of fury also surfaced in Lei Quan's eyes.
This guy had been hiding his strength and toying with him!
"Looks like you hid your strength just for this moment—to defeat me fair and square. I truly didn't expect you to harbor such sinister thoughts. Back then, I should have dealt with you directly to prevent future trouble."
Lei Quan looked toward Lei Yin, his gaze flickering constantly. A moment later, he spoke with a cold expression.
Hearing This, Lei Yin paid no mind to Lei Quan's wild conjectures and said indifferently, "If that's what you believe, then so be it. So, are you ready to welcome defeat?"
"Hmph, foolish guy. Before absolute strength, all schemes are merely futile."
Seeing Lei Yin's indifferent expression, the fury on Lei Quan's face erupted like a volcano. He absolutely could not tolerate the former ant standing above him.
As his voice fell, Lei Quan suddenly clenched both fists. In the next moment, under the gazes of everyone in the Colosseum, terrifying golden thunder burst forth, as though it would destroy the world.
"Supernatural Art, Golden Sacred Thunder Fist!"
Along with Lei Quan's shout, layers of golden thunder suddenly wound around his right fist. In an instant, the entire Competition Platform was filled with golden