A low shout fell, and a vast golden pillar of light descended from the sky, instantly swallowing the entire MPF Tester.
Violent energy ravaged the arena. Blinding light covered every direction, and everyone shut their eyes and turned away.
Rumble!
The deafening roar lasted for more than ten seconds before it slowly faded.
As the light receded, the numbers on the screen jumped wildly, finally freezing on a terrifying value.
"8544!"
"More than eight thousand five hundred points?!"
Commentator Jabba pressed close to the microphone and shouted himself hoarse.
"Eight thousand five hundred and forty-four points! The highest record ever set in the Grand Magic Games!"
The stands erupted completely. Applause and cheers almost flipped the roof off the venue.
On the cheering platform, the smile on Makarov's face slowly faded, his expression turning grave.
"Eight thousand five hundred and forty-four points..."
"Jura's strength has improved far too much compared with seven years ago."
"That combat power is already no weaker than Gildarts."
In the arena, Jura slowly withdrew his magic power.
He ignored the thunderous cheers around him and turned his head, staring fixedly at Lu Chongwei at the very end of the line.
His eyes burned with fighting spirit. He urgently wanted to use this test to gauge the true gap between himself and Lu Chongwei.
"Lord Lu Chongwei, it is your turn."
Under the eyes of the entire crowd, Lu Chongwei slowly walked out of the line.
He looked at the giant tester before him, scratched his head helplessly, and muttered under his breath.
"What a pain."
He knew exactly how destructive his moves were.
If he went all out, forget one tester—even most of the arena and the spectator stands would be razed to the ground in an instant.
To avoid needless casualties, he could only