Boblin stared, dumbfounded.
His face was frozen in utter disbelief.
He refused to believe Zhou Sining could construct a Star Constellation so quickly, in almost a single second.
He also refused to believe Zhou Sining had so effortlessly cast an Advanced Level Three Heavenly Flame Funeral.
Even more unbelievable was that, despite having already unleashed Heavenly Flame Funeral, Zhou Sining's control over his flames was so powerful that he could instantly withdraw a strike capable of destroying the entire National Pavilion!
A Soul Seed, a domain, Advanced Level Three, and utterly monstrous control...
Boblin simply couldn't beat him. There was no possibility of winning.
He finally understood why, after his surprise attack, Zhou Sining had been able to smile so casually and say he would "play around" with him.
The guy really had been playing!
If Zhou Sining had wanted to finish things quickly even in the slightest, he could have unleashed a Level Three Heavenly Flame Funeral boosted sixfold by a Top-Tier Soul Seed the instant the match began, ending it outright!
And judging by Zhou Sining's nonchalant expression, that Level Three Heavenly Flame Funeral probably barely counted among his abilities...
"I... I lost."
Boblin's face had gone several shades paler. The blow to his confidence was clearly severe.
But the gap in their strength was right there. He couldn't dispute it at all.
"Your National Pavilion coach picked a good moment to surrender. Any later, and I wouldn't have been able to pull it back either." Zhou Sining smiled.
Aoluna had never thought the American side could win. After all, with Zhou Sining taking the field, the outcome had never been in doubt.
Forget the National Pavilion—even if they brought in members of the National Team, they might not be able to handle that Level Three Heavenly Flame