The plaza, which had been boiling over only a moment ago, was now silent as the grave. Only the mechanical synthesized voice of the calculator announced the upcoming matches.
Even counting the time the two had spent trading threats, this match had ended astonishingly quickly—so quickly that by the time they were done, the calculator had not even finished announcing the arrangements for the hundredth match.
Even the disciples competing in the three adjacent arenas—Arena A-2, Arena B-1, and Arena B-2—had stopped fighting. They stared blankly at Wang Qi's retreating back and Fa Xiong, who was rolling across the ground and howling in agony.
Even the two masters, Chen Jingyun and Deng Jiaxuan, looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
This defied the Heavenly Dao!
Had Wang Qi practiced body-refining techniques? How had he faced head-on a cultivator of the same realm whose Thunder Battle Body had reached at least the fourth level?
Only after a long while did Bo Xiaoya sneer with a trace of horror on her face. "That idiot... Everyone knows Wang Qi cultivates the Tian Shang Jue, yet he still foolishly rushed in for close combat..."
The Tian Shang Jue was a bizarre technique that guided order into disorder. So long as a wisp of Tian Shang Jue mana entered an opponent's body, they would be plunged into the predicament of qi deviation. Fighting Wang Qi at close range meant that the battle would end the instant one was struck.
However, the force of entropy increase was too chaotic to form spells easily. Aside from a scant few supreme moves such as the Jimie Fentian Palm, the entropy-increasing power of the Tian Shang Jue simply could not reach far. Therefore, in Bo Xiaoya's mind, one could only deal with such an