Divine Might.
How could Yu Jing, who had faced several Old Gods head-on, be overawed by the majesty of this false god?
With the Chaos Green Lotus guarding his soul, Yu Jing was completely unaffected by this Ganesha's imposing presence. Next came a true clash of strength.
Although Yu Jing was more than one level weaker than his opponent in strength, he understood how to microscopically control his body.
During the arm-wrestling match, he used the "rotational force" to continuously deflect Ganesha's strength.
Visible to the naked eye, high-frequency ripples kept spreading outward with the two of them at the center. These ripples represented the strength Ganesha had deflected.
"This strength is really something..."
Yu Jing struggled to hold on. The flesh around his wrist slowly reached the limit of what his body could withstand and exploded.
Blood flowed down his arm. Soon after, his entire upper arm began to tremble, and the flesh showed signs of imminent collapse. Even weaving plant vascular bundles through the flesh did nothing to help.
Yet this stalemate was enough to shock everyone present.
No one had thought Yu Jing could win—not even the members of the Jing Zhi Team.
Earl, who had been waiting for Yu Jing to embarrass himself, felt as though he had been slapped in the face.
He could not understand how Yu Jing's thin frame and slender arms had managed to hold out before Ganesha, or even avoid being overpowered.
"Rakshasa Style..."
"Kid, I advise you not to push yourself so hard."
"All right, I give up!"
After half a minute of deadlock, Yu Jing had planned to gamble on an explosive burst of Rakshasa Style. Who could have known that the moment he began gathering strength, Ganesha would notice and issue a verbal warning? If he forced it,