The Competition Ends, Imperial Battle Team Takes the Championship!

"That move again!"

Inside Demon Charm, Hu Liena and Xie Yue's expressions darkened. Yan had told them that all of Yun Tian's moves were control-based, and that he could even seal the earth veins, completely suppressing Yan.

Now, this gravity had once again restrained the speed they relied on to maneuver.

"How is it? If I hadn't wanted to test my current level, I would've knocked you two out long ago."

"You mean you can defeat us whenever you want? Even Feng Xiaotian couldn't do that!"

Did they seriously have no idea why Feng Xiaotian had been able to do it?

Yun Tian was practically speechless. The other guy had stacked every possible boost and still nearly lost. Weren't they embarrassed to say something like that themselves?

As they spoke, Yun Tian's gravity rose once more. This time, even the mist was noticeably slowed.

Its sense of flowing motion vanished completely, as though time itself had been frozen.

"What will you do now? Without speed, you're just an iron shell. If you separate, your Soul Power will be drained dry because of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

"By now, your teammates should have all been defeated as well. Even if you beat me now, you won't be able to fight another match. Rather than wait to lose, why not give it everything you've got?"

Yun Tian's words were like a demon's whisper. Hu Liena and Xie Yue's furious expressions froze at once when they heard him. Clearly, they had not expected Yun Tian to actually want them to go all out.

"Fine. How about a bet? Lower the gravity, and we'll settle this in a decisive battle. If we win, we won't lose consciousness after releasing our Martial Soul Avatars, and you and everyone else on the Imperial Battle Team