"Since you're done, it's my turn now, right?"
Han Yuchen grinned.
Revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.
In that instant, the harmless air around him vanished without a trace.
Replacing it was a terrifying pressure that made everyone's scalps tingle.
He did not use any flashy move.
He merely slowly raised his right hand.
Extended his index finger.
And pointed it at Feng Xiaotian and Huo Wu, who were still frozen in shock.
"First Soul Skill: Passive Trigger."
Han Yuchen silently recited it in his heart.
"Judgment: subjectively believes he is being restrained."
"Effect: damage reflection."
Buzz—!
An invisible ripple erupted from Han Yuchen in an instant.
This was not a Soul Power shockwave.
This was the power of rules!
All the damage Feng Xiaotian and Huo Wu had inflicted on him had been absorbed one hundred percent by the [Restraint] skill.
Then reflected back at two hundred percent power!
"Not good! Retreat!"
Passerby A, who had been through countless battles despite managing to offend Tang San, instantly sensed a deadly crisis.
He grabbed Huo Wu and tried to flee.
But it was too late.
Boom!!!
An energy storm twice as terrifying as the previous flaming tornado exploded into existence before them.
There was no firelight, no wind blades.
Only pure, invisible force of concussion!
"Puh—!"
Passerby A and Huo Wu did not even have time to scream.
It was as though they had been struck by a speeding train.
The two figures flew backward like kites with severed strings.
They sailed dozens of meters through the air.
And directly over the edge of the arena.
Bang! Bang!
Two dull impacts rang out.
They crashed heavily onto the grass outside the arena and immediately passed out.
Their clothes were in tatters, blood spraying wildly from their bodies.
One finger.