The air inside the arena seemed to have frozen.
Whether it was the SSR Contract Spirits who had been knocked down or the Contract Spirit Masters who had rushed over after hearing the news, all of them widened their eyes and stared fixedly at the center of the ring.
Some silently raised their phones, while others lifted professional cameras, aiming their lenses at the two figures.
Their fingers hovered over the recording buttons, afraid of missing any decisive moment.
M Superman stood on one side of the ring, his blue-and-red suit gleaming with an oily sheen beneath the lights.
A faint smile rested on his lips. Fighting spirit burned in his azure eyes as he stared at his opponent with a blazing gaze.
And Xia Yuan?
He still wore that dead-fish expression, his polished bald head reflecting a holy halo beneath the arena lights.
His khaki cape hung behind him, and his entire body gave off the laid-back aura of someone who did not care about anything.
He showed no change in expression just because his opponent had become M Superman, another UR.
It was as though the person standing before him was not a superhero who had instant-killed countless raid bosses, but a delivery guy dropping off food.
The spectators held their breath, barely daring to breathe.
"Can that bald guy... really do it?" someone muttered quietly.
"He instantly took down so many SSRs earlier, so his strength definitely isn't weak. But against M Superman..."
"Xia Yuan's form looks way too shabby. A bald head and that cape—how much fighting power could he possibly have?"
"What do you know? Every form Senior Xia Yuan has is invincible! Didn't he one-punch all those SSRs just now?"
"Those were SSRs! M Superman is a UR! They're not even in the same