The entire ruin was swallowed by the spatial impact.
The ground split apart down the middle.
Vast amounts of building debris were dragged into it and crushed to pieces in an instant.
That force shot straight toward Lu Chongwei, sealing off every possible route of escape around him.
The next second, Lu Chongwei vanished into the distorted space.
The entire arena fell silent.
The spectators stared fixedly at the giant screen.
No one dared to blink.
Minerva maintained the pose of pushing both hands forward, her chest heaving violently.
Her magic power had been completely drained.
Her legs no longer had any strength either.
Yet a smile returned to her face.
"It hit..."
"It finally hit..."
Minerva knelt on the ground and laughed softly.
"No matter how strong you are, there's no way you could survive taking that attack head-on!"
She looked up at the giant screen.
The distorted space was still continuously compressing.
Lu Chongwei's figure could not be seen inside, nor could any trace of magic power be sensed.
"I won!"
Minerva shouted with all her remaining strength.
"I won!"
Yet no one on Sabertooth's stands responded.
The remaining members watched the screen, even breathing more quietly.
On Fairy Tail's stands, Lucy gripped the railing nervously.
"Zhongwei will be okay, right?"
"He will."
Mavis stared at the center of the spatial impact.
"That kind of power can't hurt him."
Makarov nodded.
"That kid never does anything unless he's sure of it."
Just then.
A wisp of fire lit up within the distorted space.
The flame was tiny.
Yet it was not extinguished by the surrounding spatial turbulence.
Then a second and third flame appeared in succession.
In the blink of an eye, crimson flames had spread throughout the entire space.
The smile on Minerva's face froze.
"That's impossible..."