Galaxy Finals
Li Shangtian's roar was more like an outlet for his emotions, telling the world: Though I was born ordinary, I still shone across the Firmament.
"Junior Brother."
Smiles appeared on Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, and the others' faces.
They were proud of Li Shangtian's victory, but their smiles vanished the next second when he suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Over these five years of cultivation, the Eternal Sect Disciples had all studied the Nine Dragon Splitting Palm. Though they had gained something, they had only grasped its surface. Li Shangtian had forcibly used it to instantly defeat Chu Wange, draining seven or eight tenths of the energy in his Dantian.
In short.
The fiercer his earlier showboating had been, the greater his weakness was now.
"Damn!"
Jun Changxiao sat down, clasped his hands together, and roared inwardly, He used his ultimate move right from the start and drained himself dry. How is he supposed to compete afterward?
"Contestant, can you get off the stage by yourself?" the referee asked.
"I can..."
After catching his breath for a moment, Li Shangtian struggled to his feet and slowly walked down from the Sparring Platform. Li Qingyang and Xiao Ziji hurried over to support him on either side, afraid he might collapse again.
"Senior Brothers..."
"Did I overdo it..."
"You did."
Li Qingyang and Xiao Ziji answered in unison.
The first round of every group ended.
Yet the entire venue remained deathly silent, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
The male martial artists watching widened their eyes, while the female martial artists covered their mouths, staring in disbelief at Chu Wange as official personnel carried him away.
The hope representing our Dutian Realm had been defeated just like that by an apparently insignificant Eternal Sect disciple?
"Uncle."
Jun