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As the Three Heroes of Heaven Dou lost all ability to fight, the dust gradually settled in the arena, but the uproar did not immediately subside.
Countless gazes converged on the throne and the purple figure who had remained seated there throughout.
After the initial frenzy of excitement, startled cries, and discussion, the boiling clamor swiftly ebbed like a retreating tide.
The eyes of hundreds of thousands of spectators were riveted on the throne. The uproar gradually faded, replaced by an uncanny silence that spread throughout the arena, as though everyone had been cowed by some profound, weighty majesty.
Ling Xinyao pressed her lips tightly together. A whisper so faint that almost only those beside her could hear escaped her lips. "How could she be so strong..."
Beside her, Zhi Xuan instinctively wanted to respond, but his mouth opened and closed, his Adam's apple bobbing once. In the end, he found that he could summon no suitable words at all and could only shake his head silently.
On the other side of the field, Xue Shiming was the only member of the Heaven Dou Team still barely able to stand. His body swayed slightly, yet he stubbornly kept his back straight.
His splendid captain's uniform had long since been torn and disheveled in the fierce battle, covered in dust.
He lowered his head and caught his breath briefly, then murmured in a voice laden with exhaustion yet filled with resolve, "It's time..."
With difficulty, he reached out his hands. His movements were painfully slow, yet carried a trace of unmistakable dignity as he did his best to straighten the mangled folds at the front of his uniform, trying to brush away the dirt and traces of