Snap.
With a light crack, the entire center of the arena shattered in an instant like a crisp biscuit.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Accompanied by a heavy impact far greater than before, white smoke erupted violently, forming a mushroom cloud at the center of the arena made purely from the shockwave. Yet the moment it formed, it churned and surged outward in all directions with astonishing force.
The entire arena was buried beneath smoke and dust.
The stands fell silent. It was not that the match lacked excitement, but that it was simply too horrifying. This level of fighting power... could they really still be called human?
The dust gradually dispersed, and the situation on the arena became clear once more.
Two figures stood on opposite sides of the arena, while a massive crater two meters deep had appeared at its center. This arena had been built to withstand martial artists' battles, and its durability was fully comparable to a Hero Association shelter.
Yet the sight before them left even the tournament organizers speechless.
On one side of the arena, Bang's muscular upper body was covered in bloody marks. Faint fist imprints could be seen all over him, and a trace of red seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Wu Biao was no better off. His entire body was covered in blood. Although he looked utterly miserable, he still stood as straight as a spear.
Bang glanced at the dense fist marks covering Wu Biao's body—far more numerous than his own—and could not help but smile bitterly.
He had clearly held a huge advantage in their exchange of fist techniques, yet the other man seemed to have suffered only minor injuries. On his side, even after deflecting most of the force, every punch still hurt his old bones enough to