"Boom!"
The wall on one side of the circus was torn open, and a burst of force blasted diagonally into the sea, forming a terrifying ocean vortex on the surface three hundred meters from the circus. It took three minutes for the currents to gradually smooth it out.
"That was close... Just a little more! Thank you, Master."
The two spectators from the lower district were currently caught in the hands of a mysterious figure from the divine kingdom. If they had not been rescued just now, their bodies would have been torn apart.
"Be more careful."
The mysterious figure released them, and the two fell back into their original positions.
Hidden beneath the mysterious hood was an astonishingly handsome face. Eyes shimmering with the radiance of souls gazed at Yu Gan, seated upon the throne of corpses, and offered an assessment: "I never thought there would be someone like this in the world. His entire life has been spent walking a road covered in thorns. His instinct for slaughter is already deeply rooted, yet his eyes contain a steadfast brilliance ordinary people lack."
"Let's keep watching his performance. That old doctor from the Dihua Ability Institute is no simple person either."
At the center of the battlefield.
Yu Gan slowly withdrew his spinning right hand, with only a trace of blood clinging to his fingertips.
On the mountain peak opposite him, Master Fu landed steadily on both feet. The sleeve of his right arm had been completely shredded, and blood slid tightly along his arm.
Yu Gan's full-powered double strike of Rakshasa had almost never failed.
Weaker opponents would have their bodies crushed by the superpowered rotational pressure of the first move, 'Heaven-Piercing.' Even experts of the same level, once they lost their balance and were pulled over,