In the stands, beneath the audience's fervent gazes,
The second half of the semifinal arrived right on schedule!
"Lin Sheng!"
"Lin Sheng!"
"..."
"Nikos!"
"Nikos!"
"..."
Fans of both sides shouted themselves hoarse from the stands!
"The second half of the semifinal begins!"
As the mechanical voice rang out, the second half of the semifinal—so gripping the hearts of countless spectators—began.
Lin Sheng and Nikos appeared at opposite ends of the arena.
The terrain was nothing but barren wasteland, without even a blade of grass in sight.
The match began!
Lin Sheng's toes touched the ground, and he shot toward Nikos like an arrow loosed from its bow. His sword remained sheathed, yet already stirred a fierce gale.
"Extreme Wind Blade!"
He let out a low cry. Hundreds of emerald-green wind blades appeared out of thin air and shot toward his opponent like a torrential downpour.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The shrill whistle of blades slicing through the air was piercing!
Nikos stood his ground, his crimson eyes seeming to blaze with raging flames.
"Second Ring Spell, Extreme Flame High Wall!"
A staff appeared out of thin air in his hand.
In an instant, a searing wall of fire, three meters tall and five meters wide, rose from the ground.
Crimson flames surged and danced, so hot that even Lin Sheng, hundreds of meters away, felt a faint stinging on his skin.
The moment the wind blades struck the wall of fire, they failed to tear through the defense as expected. Instead, the heat melted them in an instant, and they vanished in wisps of white smoke.
"What kind of move is that?"
"I know! It's magic, magic!"
The audience broke into heated discussion at the sight.
Seeing this, Lin Sheng couldn't help thinking that something was wrong.
How could Nikos,