Help, I can't cancel the secret technique!
Was Winter Melon Sage Lord's defense about to give out? Or was his throat about to give out?
In this battle, where whoever shouted loudest might win, the throat was an important weapon.
I really hope this style of fighting changes, several reporters thought.
To be honest, if the two Profound Sages kept shouting like this, their ears—and their sanity—might not hold up.
Perhaps even heaven couldn't bear to watch a fight where every attack depended on shouting and every defense on yelling.
Melon-Eating Senior, who had been roaring with all his might, suddenly began coughing loudly.
"Cough, cough, cough... What's going on?" Melon-Eating Senior said.
At the same time, the golden shock waves blanketing the arena rapidly dispersed—Melon-Eating Senior had actually cut off his own attack.
A massive pit had been melted into the center of the dueling ground.
Melon-Eating Sage and Winter Melon Sage Lord stood at its center.
Winter Melon Sage Lord was in poor shape. His Steel Fortress was riddled with cracks and looked ready to shatter at any moment.
But Melon-Eating Senior's sudden coughing was even more troubling.
At his level of cultivation, there was no way he would cough violently just because he had shouted for too long. And even if that were possible, someone as powerful as Melon-Eating Senior would never lose control of his attack over a cough.
Has something happened to Melon-Eating Senior? The reporters' hearts stirred, and they looked anxiously toward Melon-Eating Profound Sage.
Something must have affected him. That was the only reason he would cough so violently and lose control of his attack.
Inside the vast pit.
Melon-Eating Sage was still coughing, looking terribly uncomfortable.
"Melon-Eating Senior, are you all right?" Winter Melon Sage Lord called out. Could the senior have