At that moment, an explosion rang out, and the flames and dust it produced obscured the competition platform.
Then, as the dust thrown up by the explosion gradually settled, everyone finally saw that a huge crater had been blasted into the platform.
Seeing the state of the two men on the platform, the spectators and commentators in Mingdu Grand Stadium fell briefly silent.
Even Qiangu Dongfeng and the others in the viewing suite raised their eyebrows slightly.
Xie Xie and the others, who had either just finished their fights or had yet to take their turn, stopped to watch when they saw this scene on the screens, surprise appearing on their faces.
Even Ya Li and the others, watching the screen inside a building belonging to the Tang Sect in Mingdu, were somewhat surprised.
Only Tang Wulin, disguised as Yulong Yue below the platform, showed little surprise at the sight, and he now understood that Sima Jinchi might lose.
Still, Tang Wulin was curious. When facing Sima Jinchi's Dragon-Slaying Saber, A Bao's so-called Demon Dragon martial soul had actually not been suppressed to the point of being unable to fight.
Turning back the clock, A Bao was watching the crowds coming and going along the streets of Mingdu before him with some boredom.
As he spent this time living in the Sun Moon Federation, A Bao increasingly felt an indescribable sense of oppression here.
This oppression did not come from some suppression of bloodline or the pressure of a powerful expert, but from the way the vast majority of ordinary people before him lived.
Perhaps, had he remained among the Demon Race on the Holy Demon Continent of the past, amid its barren expanses and the vast majority of demons struggling on the brink of hunger and death, A Bao