Four-winged Angel Tiffany

"Roar--"

A tremendous roar, as if from the Jiu You hell, suddenly exploded in the air above the arena like a thunderclap.

The sound carried boundless power, as if it could shatter this entire space.

The eyes of everyone present instinctively followed the captivating sound, and there they saw a figure roaring to the sky as if in a frenzy, the roar seemingly containing some mysterious and ancient power.

Then, something shocking happened.

His body began to tremble violently, as if an invisible force was raging within him, trying to break free of some kind of restraint.

With a series of crackling sounds, his once intact clothes shattered into countless fragments, like fragile pieces of paper, and flew in all directions.

The many female contestants in the audience were stunned at first, then blushed and quickly covered their eyes with their hands.

But their curiosity gnawed at them like cat claws, so they couldn't help but peek at the ring through their fingers.

When their gazes fell upon the completely naked figure, especially upon certain parts they shouldn't have seen, they all felt as if their eyes were being burned by fire, quickly averting their gazes, their blushes growing even more intense.

John Traus, at this moment, had no time to worry about his exposed private parts.

Thick, stiff fur quickly grew on his skin, spreading and growing rapidly as if it were alive. In no time, he had completely transformed into a majestic tiger.

The four claws landed firmly, supporting the massive body. Each step on the arena produced a dull thud, as if the earth itself was trembling.

"This is Beast Transformation!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise, and immediately, the audience erupted in an uproar.

Everyone knows that once they enter Beast Transformation form, their strength will experience a qualitative leap, which also means that this battle will become even more brutal and bloody.

The man who fought John Traus watched in horror as his opponent suddenly transformed into a ferocious tiger.

His eyes showed fear, and his mind was as flustered as a startled fawn.

Their once nimble hands and feet now felt incredibly heavy, and their movements became sluggish.

John Traus, seeing his opponent's disheveled state, let out a ferocious laugh.

"Hahaha, you... I must say, your luck is absolutely 'good,' you've actually come after me! Today is your death day!"

His powerful voice was filled with contempt and mockery towards his opponent.

With that, John Traus kicked off with his hind legs, his massive body leaping forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The force of this lunge actually stirred up a gust of wind on the spot.

The wind howled, as if cheering on a tiger, and John Traus, taking advantage of the wind, moved even faster, instantly pouncing on his opponent's head.

In his haste, the man instinctively raised his broadsword, attempting to deflect the oncoming attack.

The broadsword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, yet it appeared so fragile before this ferocious tiger.

Seeing this, John Traus's eyes flashed with disdain. He raised a thick, powerful hand and struck the large knife hard.

With a loud clang, the broadsword was deflected from its original direction by his strike.

Immediately afterwards, he used his other tiger claw with tremendous force to slam it down on the man's head.

The man was terrified; he twisted his body desperately, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

At the last second, his head barely avoided the tiger's claw attack, but his shoulder was struck hard by the claw.

There was a sharp "crack" sound, the sound of a shoulder bone breaking, crisp yet jarring.

Then, the man's body flew backward through the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing a tragic arc before crashing heavily onto the arena, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hoo-- Hahaha!

"Who else!"

John Traus stood up in the ring, looked at the person who was trying to challenge him, and shouted arrogantly.

On arena number four, a thrilling battle is unfolding.

A giant man, nearly two zhang tall, stood in the center of the arena, resembling a majestic small mountain.

He raised his thick arm high, gripping a massive iron rod as thick as a stone pillar.

Each swing created a whooshing sound, like the roar of Evil Ghost, chilling to the bone.

His opponent was a tall girl in a white dress.

The girl had a graceful figure, and her exquisite face seemed to be God's most outstanding work, with every line perfectly proportioned.

Her figure, with its prominent curves, was absolutely perfect, like a fairy stepping out of a painting.

However, at this moment, under the fierce attack of the burly man, she appeared somewhat flustered, her once bright eyes now filled with a look of disarray.

Tiffany knew that the big man's attacks were too fierce. The dense and powerful attacks, like raindrops, were gradually making it difficult for her to defend herself.

She understood that if things continued like this, she wouldn't be able to defeat him in her current state, and might even lose to this big man.

Thinking of this, her eyes flickered, and a resolute look flashed in her bright eyes.

Immediately afterwards, her body floated back more than ten meters, like a feather dancing in the wind, skillfully escaping the range of the burly man's storm-like attacks.

Just when everyone thought she was going to catch her breath, an astonishing scene unfolded.

Her body slowly left the arena and gently rose into the air.

As she rose, wisps of air began to appear around her.

The air currents were initially very weak, like a gentle breeze, but soon they became stronger and stronger, constantly swirling around her body.

The rotation speed increased, and gradually, the airflow converged, forming a transparent yet sturdy wind shield that steadily enveloped her.

Just then, an even more miraculous sight appeared.

Behind the girl, a woman who looked like an angel slowly emerged.

The angel had long, glossy black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, each strand shimmering with a soft sheen.

Her face was absolutely stunning, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by God, every detail exuding breathtaking charm.

Her figure was even more devilish, with stunning curves that seemed to exude endless allure.

Moreover, two enormous wings grew from each side of her body.

Those wings were as white as snow, each feather seemingly carved from the purest jade.

With a gentle flap of its wings, a gust of wind arose, howling and sweeping across the surroundings. Yet, the angel remained silently floating behind the girl, as if a god had descended.

The next moment, the angel began to move slowly, her ethereal and beautiful figure gradually merging with the girl's body.

In an instant, a dazzling light appeared, and the girl transformed into a Four-winged Angel, radiating a sacred and majestic aura.