Hippopotamus Meteor Fist!
Amid Dawn Young Master's laughter, the middle-aged scholar heard that thunderous roar.
He could not understand why there was a fist technique in this world called Hippopotamus Meteor Fist. Not only him—the master using this technique did not quite understand it either, because its creator had actually been some prank-loving transmigrator! But understanding did not matter; it did not hinder its power... The moment the middle-aged scholar heard that roar, he felt every bone in his body being smashed viciously by countless heavy hammers, all of them shattered, not a single intact bone left. He even felt all his internal organs explode into pulp and rush up his throat.
Yet at the instant they surged from his throat—
A palm so frozen that even the soul would congeal pressed against his face.
There was no pain. The middle-aged scholar merely felt his entire body, soul included, freeze solid. Even the pain froze with him.
The middle-aged scholar fell... then shattered across the ground. His body and soul became countless fragments, which were annihilated under the Golden Arena's defeated-party rules, finally vanishing into nothing as though he had never come into this world at all.
Not only him—even every battle beast he had contracted exploded and died at the same time.
A Golden Codex burst out of the Void.
It fell.
When it struck the Golden Arena, it had already become a dim, discarded Codex, no longer possessing the dazzling splendor of a Golden Codex.
Dawn Young Master's laughter cut off like a blade. Staring dumbfoundedly at the scene before him, he could not react for a moment. This battle had clearly been entirely within his calculations, a battle in which absolutely no accident could occur—so how had he suddenly lost such a capable assistant, like his right