Lu Yin didn't make a move. Across from him, Yun snorted and raised a finger. A sharp blast of energy shot out.
The scene was familiar. In her earlier match against Liu Shaoqiu, she had canceled the First Sword of the Thirteen Swords with a single finger. It had looked effortless, but that finger had carried terrifying power.
Lu Yin's gaze turned sharp. He watched the blast tear through the air and raised his palm. He had planned to scatter it with Stacked Power, but as the blast bore down on him, the pain inside his body eased a little. Surprised, he unconsciously slowed the hand he had already raised. The blast struck him directly in the shoulder, sending him flying back a hundred meters.
Many people's hearts leaped. No way—had he really lost that easily?
Yun looked down on him. He couldn't even withstand a single strike from her. What a good-for-nothing.
Outside the arena, Star Picking Girl's gaze sharpened.
The smile on Night King Yan Qing's face widened. This was exactly the result he wanted. Lu Yin was about to suffer the greatest humiliation.
On True Yu Star, Huo Qingshan and the others looked grave. Surely Lu Yin hadn't lost that easily? After all, he had defeated Liu Shaoqiu before.
On Earth, countless people watched the screens, their feelings complicated.
Lu Yin lowered his head and felt the blast hit him. The pain in his right arm really had eased a little. It was working. He looked up at Yun in delight. "Keep going."
The disdain on Yun's face faded. "Are you provoking me?"
Lu Yin shrugged. "Think whatever you want. Go on."...
At his words, many people let out a breath of relief. He hadn't lost; it looked like he could still take it.
A killing