On the arena.
Ma Shihao weighed things privately.
Even though Yang Jing had entered the True Qi Realm, his breakthrough was recent. His foundations were still immature, nowhere near as solid as those of established Heavenly Prodigies like Jiang Yun, Lü Chongrui, and Duan Wenjun.
A newly advanced cultivator like him probably lacked experience wielding true qi. If Ma Shihao attacked swiftly and fiercely enough, he might disrupt Yang Jing's rhythm, leave this new True Qi Heavenly Prodigy scrambling, and put on a worthy showing himself.
Having decided, Ma Shihao swept both arms wide. His ten fingers danced and crossed, claw shadows crisscrossing as fierce gusts instantly swept around him.
In a heartbeat, dense, overlapping eagle-claw phantoms appeared around him. Real and illusory attacks intertwined, blotting out the sky as claw winds tore through the air with an unbroken, thunderous howl.
A terrifying aura of slaughter instantly enveloped the entire arena, its oppressive force striking everyone head-on.
The tens of thousands watching below were awed by the tremendous ferocity of his attack. Their scattered chatter abruptly vanished, every gaze fixed unblinkingly on the arena.
As expected, every Heavenly Prodigy who reached the Main Competition's Top Thirty-Two possessed astonishing reserves. None was ordinary.
Seizing the moment when his momentum peaked, Ma Shihao took several rapid steps and abruptly accelerated, charging toward Yang Jing with a skyful of savage claw shadows. His assault was ferocious and domineering.
The dense, omnipresent eagle-claw phantoms advanced in layers, sealing every escape route around Yang Jing and enclosing him at the center of the attack.
An ordinary martial artist facing such a densely packed killing move, with its immense coverage and indistinguishable real and false attacks, would have instantly fallen into helpless panic.
With fierce claw shadows filling their vision, they could never distinguish genuine attacks