Mauritius's Terrifying Strength

With a gentle flap of Tiffany two enormous white wings, a powerful hurricane, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, roared up above the arena.

This hurricane, like a raging dragon, swept across the entire arena space.

The fierce wind blew so hard that the surrounding air emitted a sharp whistling sound.

Even a burly man who was over two zhang tall appeared tiny in the face of this hurricane.

The gale-force winds lashed his face like countless sharp knives, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. He could only squint into a narrow slit to resist the onslaught of the wind.

The next moment, a large bow appeared in Tiffany's slender, fair hands.

The bow is pure white, as clear and translucent as the first snow of winter, radiating a sacred light that inspires awe.

However, beneath that sanctity, there was also a faint sense of oppression, like Mount Tai Crushes Down, as if this bow carried the mysterious power of heaven and earth.

Tiffany gripped the bow tightly with her left hand while slowly pulling back the bowstring with her right.

The bowstring hummed and vibrated as she pulled it, drawing the bow to its fullest extent.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth on the bow, and then a mysterious arrow crackling with purple lightning miraculously appeared on the bow.

The electric sparks, like nimble little snakes, darted across the arrow, crackling and flashing, emanating a chilling aura.

Tiffany's eyes shone with unparalleled confidence as she shouted, "Purple Lightning Calamity Arrow - Quad Shot!"

The sound, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, reverberated throughout the entire arena.

Immediately afterwards, a purple arrow, carrying World-destroying momentum and accompanied by lightning and sparks, shot towards the burly man on the arena at lightning speed, like a burning meteor.

Wherever the arrow passed, the air was scorched and distorted, emitting a hissing sound.

Upon seeing this, the burly man was greatly alarmed. After all, he was a veteran of many battles, and he quickly swung the thick iron rod in his hand, as thick as a tree trunk, and smashed it fiercely at the oncoming arrow.

The iron rod sliced through the air with a whistling sound, seemingly capable of shattering the arrow in one blow.

However, to the great man's surprise, there were three more arrows following behind this one.

The first arrow collided with the burly man's iron rod with overwhelming force. For a moment, it seemed as if the entire world froze, followed by a deafening crash.

The sound was like a thunderclap in a clear sky, echoing around the arena for a long time, making everyone present feel a slight pain in their eardrums.

The immense force of the impact was like a charging bull rushing towards the big man. He felt an unparalleled force coming through the iron rod, and he was shaken back a step.

The heavy footsteps slammed onto the arena, producing a muffled thunderous sound that made the arena floor tremble slightly.

The second arrow followed closely behind, striking the giant's iron rod with even greater force.

This time, the impact generated immense force, crashing against the giant man wave after wave like surging ocean waves.

He felt a sudden tightness in his heart, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his heart tightly. The force of the impact made his blood surge, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The burly man's body could no longer withstand the force, and he staggered back several steps. Each step he took was like a boulder crashing to the ground, and the heavy footsteps made the arena rumble loudly, as if the arena itself was groaning in pain.

At this moment, the burly man was already in a sorry state. He felt that the iron rod in his hand had become incredibly heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down on his hand. Every second he held it for was exhausting all his strength, and he could barely lift it anymore.

But the disaster did not end there; a third arrow followed with lightning speed.

The burly man gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and with all his might, he swung his iron rod outwards to parry.

"Bang!"

The arrow collided with the iron rod again, and the enormous impact force erupted instantly like a cosmic explosion, with a powerful shockwave spreading outwards.

This time, the burly man could no longer hold onto the iron rod in his hand. The rod flew out of his hand under the force of the impact, drawing an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground below the arena, creating a large crater.

The burly man's body was like a leaf caught in a gust of wind, staggering backward more than ten steps before he could barely regain his balance.

The burly man had barely regained his footing and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when the fourth arrow shot at him again like the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

At this moment, he was unarmed, like a ferocious beast without fangs. Faced with this deadly threat, he was extremely anxious.

In the nick of time, he could only use his arms to shield his chest, trying to block the energy arrow.

Unfortunately, the arrow contained too much energy, and it pierced through his arm like a devastating blow, directly embedding itself in his chest.

"Boom!" Another violent explosion occurred, the light from which was as dazzling as the sun, and the powerful impact sent the big man flying like a cannonball.

His chest was mangled and bloody from the arrow, his tattered clothes mixed with the flesh, and you could even clearly see the white bones and still slightly pulsating internal organs inside.

Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, splattering onto the arena and creating a gruesome scene.

"Thump!"

The burly man slammed heavily to the ground like a broken sandbag, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled on the ground for a long time, his body convulsing, the light in his eyes gradually dimming, and finally he collapsed powerlessly, with no more will to live.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence, with only the lingering smoke and the pungent smell of blood filling the air.

Arena Number Three.

Mauritius and Betohan Gu were also fiercely fighting in the ring, and the battle was extremely brutal.

The two were like two ferocious wild beasts, each attack carrying immense force, each dodge fraught with peril.

Their figures intertwined as they attacked each other, their fists and legs creating a chaotic storm.

At this moment, they all had multiple wounds on their bodies, and blood was gushing out like a gushing spring, staining their clothes bright red. The glaring red color looked particularly terrifying in the sunlight.

This is already Mauritius's fifth opponent in the world.

His large, bell-like eyes swept around the arena, and he saw that there were still several people gathered in front of the arena.

These people's eyes burned like flames, their gazes fixed on the two people locked in fierce combat on the stage, their eagerness almost tangible.

Upon seeing this, Mauritius felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and an ominous premonition welled up within him.

He knew that if this high-intensity battle continued, his stamina would be quickly depleted, like sand in an hourglass.

If he runs out of energy, he will be unable to defeat any of the challengers who await him.

But if he were to lose, the title of champion that he had painstakingly defended would vanish like a bubble, something he could never accept.

Thinking of this, Mauritius gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He raised his large, fan-like hand and slapped it hard against his chest.

With a "pfft!" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth like an arrow.

Surprisingly, as he spat out the blood, his aura suddenly increased dramatically.

His body also began to undergo strange changes, gradually growing larger than before, with muscles bulging, as if containing infinite power.

The powerful aura spread outwards like surging ocean waves, and the surrounding air seemed to be compressed by this aura, making a "buzzing" sound.

Betohan Gu also sensed this sudden change and was greatly surprised. He couldn't help but wonder what unknown secret technique he had used.

The power of this secret technique was so astonishing that he felt a faint sense of fear.