The second match between the Body Sect and the Clear Sky Sect ultimately ended in a draw.
The Body Sect's second awakening of their martial souls faced the Clear Sky Hammer, hailed as the continent's strongest Tool Martial Soul. In the end, neither side could claim victory.
The vast Competition Stage had nearly been completely destroyed and could only be repaired in an emergency.
That was how battles between Strength-Type Soul Masters were—plain and unadorned.
The blazing sunlight, coupled with the passion of the match, ignited the audience's anticipation.
At last, beneath the gazes of hundreds of thousands, the captains of the two teams emerged from the Waiting Area one after another and stepped onto the Competition Stage.
Neither Long Aotian nor Tang Wei had made a move before, but anyone with insight understood that the two of them were strong contenders for the greatest individual strength in this tournament.
For a time, the teams still in the resting area began discussing among themselves. Everyone had their own thoughts about who would ultimately win, making the place quite lively.
The instant they entered the Competition Stage and met each other's eyes, two suffocating auras collided head-on.
On the left was a perfectly rounded aura, like an impregnable barrier, yet it vaguely carried the sharp edge of countless armies moving in unison across a battlefield.
On the right was heaviness, as magnificent as a mountain that had stood for ten thousand years. The moment one came into contact with that aura, an inexplicable feeling arose in the subconscious—as though one were trapped amid endless mountains, lamenting one's own insignificance.
Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan did not stop the two from staring at each other. Deep in his eyes, there was only shock.
In terms of cultivation, he could easily crush these two