Ghost Mask's fist was packed with power. He had not deliberately suppressed his strength.
Crack!
Bang!
His fist slammed into Qin Jishi's chest, and the crisp, almost pleasant sound of bones breaking rang out.
Immediately after!
Came a dull impact.
Ghost Mask was immensely powerful, capable of completely withstanding Qin Jishi's attacks.
Now, with that punch brimming with force, even Qin Jishi at his peak would likely have found it difficult to block.
What about now?
There was no defense around his body whatsoever. Wouldn't this punch be a devastating disaster for him?
Before the crowd could recover from their shock, Qin Jishi was sent smashing toward the arena by that punch.
He did not even have time to let out a scream.
"Jishi!"
"Little Friend Qin!"
"Hall Master!"
The people of the Black Fiend Realm rose to their feet, cries of alarm bursting from their mouths.
"Brother Qin!"
Lei Xuan'er could no longer restrain herself and wanted to rush onto the arena.
Fortunately, Lord of Thunder Realm was quick-eyed and quick-handed, stopping her at once.
Even so, her actions still drew the dissatisfaction of many.
After all, this was the Divine Son Competition. How could anyone make such a clamor?
"Qin Jishi!"
Su Qi's delicate brows twitched, a trace of worry showing in the depths of her eyes.
Boom!
At that moment, amid a tremendous crash, Qin Jishi slammed heavily into the ground...
The entire arena shuddered violently beneath that thunderous impact.
What was more... it shook intensely from top to bottom...
As though the entire arena might collapse at any moment.
Everyone: "..."
As they stared at the deep crater in the arena, their pupils contracted sharply.
With the crater as its center, dense cracks spread in every direction.
"Damn it!" Xuanyuan Qi no longer cared about Ghost