It took a full ten minutes for the blinding light to gradually fade, while thick smoke still billowed above the Jingfeng Ship.
The arena within the protective field was filled with harmful radiation.
Scott petrified himself the instant he was about to be hit, but even skin of bronze and bones of iron could not withstand such a blow.
"Quick, save him!!" someone in the stands stood up and shouted.
"Damn, who could beat that?! Did she throw a nuke?!"
"I've watched several of this contestant's matches. Every single one was an instant kill!"
"Where was security? That gun-shaped weapon hits like a nuclear bomb. How did it pass inspection?!"
"The organizers are really making this look ugly."
"Have they gone crazy for money?!"
"Everyone, please don't get worked up!" Jimi hurriedly called out to calm them down.
"It seems some friends have only just arrived, so let me explain again."
"This contestant who looks like she's throwing nuclear bombs—the gun in her hand isn't some black-tech weapon. It's a weapon manifested from her own power!"
"Just like how some contestants can condense ice swords, fire blades, and so on... those all fall within the scope of the contestants' own strength. There is absolutely no violation!"
"What the hell?"
Yan Huan, seated in the stands, looked at the gloomy March 7th beside him. "You really got hit by a nuke? How did you survive?!"
"I used Soul Revival. Is that not allowed?"
"..."
Such a terrifying opponent was the strongest person Yan Huan had seen apart from Scott.
With her around, Yan Huan felt that Yan Qing, Yunli, March 7th... even if Jing Yuan came with the Divine General, they still would not be able to win.
Not to mention Luka, who was trembling beside them.
"I-I won't get matched