The sword in Nutcracker's hand suddenly grew several times longer, shooting more than ten meters forward.
It looked as though he were holding a giant silver needle.
That needle should have pierced his opponent on the spot.
Yet not a trace of blood stained the blade.
Far from impaling Golden Flash, it had not even scratched his handsome face.
Nutcracker looked down. A pair of shallow footprints marked the gleaming metal platform where Golden Flash had stood.
Shocked, he raised his head.
Golden Flash was directly above him.
Golden Flash lifted his leg, his thigh tracing a graceful arc through the air.
That perfect arc ended at Nutcracker's face.
Nutcracker's already comical face twisted out of shape, and his whole body flew into the air.
Wind Blade Kick!
The crushing airborne kick sent Nutcracker straight out of the arena!
Nutcracker hurtled toward the audience, but someone suddenly leaped up and caught him securely.
The man wore a Vought International uniform. He was clearly one of the company's superheroes.
To ensure the spectators' safety, Vought International had made thorough security arrangements, even deploying some of its top- and second-tier superheroes to prevent accidents.
The superhero landed safely, carrying the unconscious Nutcracker.
The reversal had been so sudden that the crowd fell briefly silent before erupting into applause and cheers.
Some women even stood on their chairs and waved frantically at Golden Flash, hoping the extravagant display would catch his eye for a moment.
It was the first time the Finals had seen such a roaring crowd.
Golden Flash had shown everyone how thoroughly he outclassed his opponent. Any doubts that he deserved to be a leading contender for strongest newcomer vanished.
While most of the women in the audience could hardly stay seated, one blonde woman remained unusually calm in her