If the Ziwei Troupe was like a pack of wolves charging into the King tier, then their head coach had crashed down like a comet appearing out of nowhere.
Three consecutive King-tier matches, the same move, ending at the same duration—the shock was unparalleled.
There had been people in history who ended every match at the same time, but never this quickly.
Especially when that number was pi—it was unprecedented! This meant Huang Ji could defeat his opponents within three seconds, or even less. After all, he had to leave himself some margin for error to hit such a precise timing.
He had done it with ease—absolute ease. Everything about his opponents was entirely within his grasp.
Many people at the scene had not yet realized how terrifying it was. They assumed it was merely a familiar trick, caused by their own lack of understanding of their opponent.
But after returning home, the more they reviewed the matches, the more stunned they became. This was a blitzkrieg style invincible against opponents of the same level.
First, it broke through all high-energy attacks. Every time, Huang Ji yielded the initiative, allowing his opponent to strike first before breaking their move and counterattacking.
No matter what kind of attack his opponent unleashed, no matter what mysteries of high energy it contained, Huang Ji used only one move—Shattered Gold Ripple—to dissolve it all. Facing the surging energy head-on, he charged through it, unstoppable, and killed his enemy with a single finger! Second came sensory isolation. Every defeated King said that the moment Huang Ji charged toward them, they could no longer feel the entire world. Only his shattered-gold figure remained in their minds.
This was not a metaphor or an exaggeration, but their firsthand experience. In that instant, vision, touch, hearing, even Energy