On the papal throne, Bibi Dong's eyes flickered, and the faintest smile touched her lips.
Her gaze swept discreetly over a spot below the stage. Yu Xiaogang stood there with his hands behind his back, watching the arena with a calm expression.
Bibi Dong sighed inwardly. Xiaogang, you truly never disappoint...
On the stage, the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy Team reacted very differently.
Yu Tianheng's face went deathly pale. "Clear Sky Avatar? That's a Soul Skill you can only use after reaching Soul Sage!"
Dugu Yan's pupils contracted, and she instinctively took half a step back. "They were hiding this? No wonder they were so confident before the match!"
The others looked just as horrified.
Only Ning Chen remained where he stood, motionless.
He watched the enormous black hammer hurtle down with mountain-crushing force and felt its terrifying pressure wash over him. Understanding flashed in his eyes.
So that's it.
This is your trump card?
Tang San gripped the hammer's handle with both hands. Every muscle in his body was taut, his veins bulging.
At his current level, forcing his body to bear the Soul Power of all seven fighters to unleash Clear Sky Avatar placed an enormous strain on him.
But his gaze was unwavering, fixed firmly on Ning Chen ahead.
"Cao Benqi!"
Tang San's voice rang across the square like thunder, low and powerful, carrying crushing force. "Take this!"
Before the words had faded, he swung the mountain-sized Clear Sky Hammer down at Ning Chen's head!
The hammer had yet to land, but the wind from its swing struck first.
Violent pressure descended ahead of it. The stone slabs of the stage cracked one after another, fissures racing outward from Ning Chen in every direction!
The compressed air erupted in a piercing shriek, as though even space itself