The collisions in the sky boomed like great bells, as though echoing in the hearts of the spectators. Every impact carried a tremor that made their scalps tingle.
They stared fixedly at the battlefield overhead, scarcely daring to breathe. Time seemed to have stopped.
Chen Mo and Qing Tong became entangled, moving so fast that the naked eye could barely distinguish them.
Qing Tong had taken the initiative, adopting a rare offensive stance. He attacked like a raging storm, stirring up towering waves. For a moment, Qing Tong seemed to hold the upper hand in the sky.
It had been a long time since anyone had seen Qing Tong fight. Perhaps he had fought Dan on Shi Gan Star, but the outside world knew nothing of the specifics.
Bang! Sparks burst from their weapons. The instant the two weapons collided, they snapped apart, and the Short Pulse Lasers went dark. Immediately afterward, both men were flung backward and steadied themselves in midair.
Chen Mo looked up. Combat Thorns emerged from the elbows, knees, shoulders, and fists of his armor, shaped similarly to Jing Ge's earlier configuration. Clad in black-and-red armor, he hovered in the air like a war god descending into the world.
At the same time, a sharp glint flashed through Qing Tong's eyes.
He raised his right hand, and a sharp blade emerged from it.
Their momentum was evenly matched. Like two war gods facing off, they became the focal point of heaven and earth.
Beneath the Tianxing Stele Forest, none of the spectators dared make a sound.
Every spectator wore an expression of shock, their minds replaying the battle they had just witnessed. The experts present had all grown solemn as they reassessed Chen Mo's strength. His attacks and defenses seemed effortless, yet every exchange was fraught