"Void Scar—Finger!"
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A thin black line, almost too fine to see, flashed from the direction of his fingertip.
"Pfft!"
The powerful Force Battle Suit shield surrounding the blue-scaled young man was pierced as easily as paper. He was struck hard and sent flying backward, slamming into the energy barrier at the edge of the arena. He had lost the ability to fight on the spot!
The battle was over.
From start to finish, it had taken no more than a breath. Qin Zhao hadn't even moved a step. With nothing but his control over the Gravity Domain and a touch of spatial cutting, he had effortlessly dealt with his opponent. Clean and decisive—a crushing display of power!
Arena No. 12.
Lian Luo's battle had ended just as quickly. His opponent was a Spirit Reader who controlled hundreds of sharp golden flying shuttles, arranging them into a profound formation that swept toward him in a deadly attack.
"Drifting Blood—Sword Rain!"
Lian Luo's gaze was icy. The Hidden Origin Sword, his Force Weapon, blazed with light behind him, instantly splitting into over a thousand concentrated golden sword beams that surged back like a violent storm! Pure sharpness, utter destruction! The shuttle formation was no match for the golden sword rain and was torn apart in an instant. His opponent couldn't even mount a proper defense before being swallowed by countless sword beams and eliminated.
Arena No. 89.
Mo Yuan's figure darted through his opponent's raging Flame Domain like a phantom. His dark Phantom Body flickered between real and unreal, making him impossible to pin down. His opponent was a powerful martial artist whose punches were fierce and whose flames soared skyward, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of Mo Yuan's clothes.
"Shadow—Devour!"