This clash was truly earth-shaking.
What had begun as a martial arts performance had actually escalated to this point. It could practically be considered a life-and-death battle, far from a mere sparring match.
"Such terrifying power! Mo Changye is one thing, but Fan Lang is a freshman who just enrolled. How does he possess such strength?"
"This move should decide victory and defeat. I wonder which of them will win and which will lose."
"I thought Mo Changye had this in the bag, but now... it's hard to say!"
Everyone stared fixedly at the arena. Hardly anyone had the mind to eat or drink anymore.
A moment later, the force of the massive explosion weakened, and the light gradually dimmed. At last, everyone saw the outcome of the battle.
Fan Lang was suspended in midair. His armor, weapons, and other equipment had all been damaged. His face was covered in grime, and wounds covered his body.
He looked thoroughly bedraggled, but Mo Changye on the other side looked even worse!
Mo Changye lay on the arena floor, his clothes shredded to rags. His entire body had been scorched by energy, with scarcely a patch of intact flesh left. Through his wounds, one could see the Life Stars within his body, and those Life Stars had been injured as well.
Fan Lang was still in his berserk state, with only a few precious seconds remaining. Forcing his injured body onward, he charged at Mo Changye and delivered a fatal blow—or rather, a finishing move.
Mo Changye watched helplessly as Fan Lang rushed toward him, powerless to resist.
Boom!
Fan Lang drove the damaged Black Dragon Sword into the ground beside Mo Changye's head, plunging it deeply into the arena floor.
"Victory and defeat are decided." Fan Lang spoke those four words,