The Sparring Platform for the galaxy finals had been reinforced by professional Formation Masters and could withstand extremely powerful eruptions of force.
However.
Just as Ling Li roared and charged forward.
The entire Sparring Platform instantly collapsed, its spreading cracks even reaching the Spectator Platform.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, the spectators all retreated in unison, and the scene nearly spiraled out of control.
Gu Tianxing stood up.
He was not trying to flee. He simply stared wide-eyed at the Sparring Platform shrouded in shockwaves and dust, muttering, "How is this possible..."
Snap.
Jun Changxiao coolly took out a lighter, lowered his head to light his cigar, then blew out a smoke ring and smiled. "That hit the spot."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just then, a fierce wind swept through the venue, blowing away the shockwaves and dust and revealing the situation inside at a glance.
He Wudi stood where he was.
His legs were spread wide as though he were holding a horse stance, his right fist pressed downward, only a short distance from the ground...
Oh, no, there was no ground left, because the platform had completely fallen apart, leaving a crater beneath his feet.
Just now, He Wudi had looked like a dead-eyed fish. Now, he had shifted into an ultra-realistic style. His entire face was incomparably resolute—his calmness gone, his indifference gone, leaving only two words—serious!
Where was Ling Li?
At the bottom of the hundred-zhang-deep crater, his entire face was embedded in the earth. The lump bulging from the back of his head was practically about to burst through from within.
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, He Wudi dragged him out and held him high. "You came here to be beaten."
Those words were still delivered calmly, but paired with his current actions, this could