In his eyes, Duan Chongfang was like a handful of furnace ash, ready to vanish with a gentle puff.
If that was the case, why bother dragging this fight out?!
Beneath his faceplate, Yu Yongxing's gaze sharpened.
As Yu Yongxing leaped toward Duan Chongfang, he quickly shed the armor on his right arm. At the same time, a bizarre vortex formed in his right hand.
The vortex distorted the air, its true form impossible to discern, as though it could swallow everything around it.
"Duan Chongfang, you've lost!"
As he spoke, Yu Yongxing reached Duan Chongfang and hurled the vortex in his hand at Duan Chongfang's right shoulder.
The vortex shot out like a grenade. The armor on Duan Chongfang's right shoulder was already barely holding together. If this blow landed, he would likely lose his right arm!
At that moment, Duan Chongfang, who had remained motionless for some time and let the attacks batter him, suddenly clenched his right hand into a fist.
Bang!
An ordinary muffled report blended into the roaring fire of the Tier Four guns, almost impossible to notice.
But everyone saw a cloud of blood suddenly burst from Yu Yongxing-the very man who had taken the offensive and just hurled that strange vortex.
His right arm, stripped of its armor so he could unleash his skill, was blasted into the air, torn from his body. Yu Yongxing himself was flung helplessly sideways, and the vortex he had thrown vanished without a trace.
Duan Chongfang had struck!
Everyone stared, frozen, unable to process how Duan Chongfang and Yu Yongxing had reversed their positions.
The powerful explosion sent Yu Yongxing flying, but he suddenly stopped in midair.
A closer look revealed that Duan Chongfang had reached out and caught his ankle.
Duan Chongfang gave a hard yank,