The battle had clearly reached a fever pitch.
The spectators looked eager, but there was a trace of fear in their eyes.
They wanted to see how the match would end, yet the shockwave from moments ago had left them uneasy.
With both contestants fighting at full strength, they could hardly spare a thought for the safety of the stands. The audience might be caught in the fallout again, and serious injuries or even deaths were possible.
Vought International, the event organizer, had failed to plan for this. It should have put stronger safety measures in place, but neither Vought International nor the event operators had expected a battle of this caliber during the preliminary rounds.
It was no exaggeration to say this match belonged on the stage of the Finals, and it might even have been one of the Finals' peak showdowns.
The waves of Psychic Power Psykos unleashed hurtled toward Crash Boy at astonishing speed.
Crash Boy spotted the visible Light Waves at once. Each was about the size of a flying disc, and he could sense the terrifying energy contained within them.
He had no choice but to stop pressing Psykos and deal with the threat right in front of him.
Crash Boy let out a low growl. Dazzling golden light burst from his body, and with a shout, he drove everything around him back.
The jade-white discs shattered before Crash Boy, breaking into flecks of starlight that vanished into the air.
With Crash Boy's attention elsewhere, the thick wall of sand before Psykos lost the support of her Psychic Powers. It crumbled into loose sand and fell to the ground.
Psykos let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Her chest rose and fell sharply, and a fine sheen of sweat covered