On the Competition Stage, the tension instantly reached its breaking point.
Luo Guixing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart. He knew perfectly well that against an opponent of Tang Wulin's caliber, any hesitation would be fatal.
"We can't let him dictate the pace!"
Luo Guixing's gaze sharpened, and he decided to strike first. As a space system Soul Master, his advantages lay in unpredictable variations and instantaneous bursts. He planned to use Spatial Displacement to bypass Tang Wulin, their toughest shield, and deal with the seemingly more "fragile" control system and support system Soul Masters behind him.
"Spatial..."
Luo Guixing rapidly formed seals with both hands. The air around him began to distort, and pale golden patterns spread beneath his feet.
Yet just as he was about to unleash his skill, Tang Wulin moved in midair.
His movement seemed slow, yet it carried an indescribable rhythm, as though all of space pulsed along with him.
Tang Wulin raised his right hand and casually grasped at the empty air.
Buzzz—!
The phantom Blue Silver Grass filling the sky instantly seethed, countless blue motes frantically converging. In the blink of an eye, a deep-blue spear radiating terrifying pressure appeared in his hand.
The spear was not physical. It was condensed from countless strands of blue silver grass imperial bloodline compressed to their utmost limits, and a faint dragon's roar echoed around its tip.
"Blue Silver—Dragon Spear!"
His expression blank, Tang Wulin gave a slight flick of his wrist. The enormous blue spear swept down with the might to rout a thousand soldiers, smashing straight toward Luo Guixing below!
There were no fancy techniques, only absolute strength and speed.
"No!"
Luo Guixing's pupils contracted sharply. He felt a terrifying presence lock onto him, and the surrounding space seemed