The giant tiger slammed into the mountain like a cannonball. A mushroom cloud of leaden dust rose from where he landed, spreading without dispersing.
The instant the two clashed, comments flooded the livestream: "Holy shit! Yao Jun couldn't beat him in a contest of explosive power? And Tiger Form is about as fierce as it gets!"
"Fiery Tiger Dharma Form versus Blazing Flame Imagery Realm. The latter won hands down!"
"This is insane. What kind of monstrous body does Meng Chuan have? Look at his leg—it's completely fine!"
"I'm more curious how his leg got so huge in an instant. What martial art does he practice...?"
"Stop chatting! The tipping channel isn't open yet. Yao Jun's still alive!"
Plenty of people were still cheering the tiger on, shouting, "Yao Jun's a beast!"
After all, since the Overlord Challenge Tournament began, he was the first challenger Meng Chuan hadn't defeated in a single blow!
But the gap between them... was still plain to see!
"Meng Chuan's physical abilities are formidable. They've definitely reached Grandmaster level. In strength, speed, agility, and other combined qualities, he may even surpass an ordinary Grandmaster.
"I can say with certainty that the only thing separating him from a Martial Arts Grandmaster is astral qi!"
Even Li Wenshu, who had remained silent at the commentary desk, couldn't help offering praise after watching their collision.
At the mountaintop.
Half the dust had settled, revealing a furious tiger's head, mottled scarlet and orange-yellow, within the thick haze.
His tiger eyes brimmed with killing intent. Threads of red light ran along the stripes on his face like rising flames.
Scalding energy spilled from between his jaws. His breathing rumbled like thunder, his chest heaving violently, while his arched spine rose like a mountain peak.
At the sight, Meng Chuan put