This heart-stopping duel finally ended with Tang Chen's Clear Sky Hammer being blasted dozens of meters away like a meteor under the bombardment of the towering pillar of lightning, flying straight beyond the arena's boundaries.
Tang Chen himself was swept into the air by that irresistible force, embarking on a "grand airborne adventure."
Meanwhile, although Chen Jianjun barely held off Tang Chen's fierce assault, he was also knocked forty or fifty meters back.
Still, he remained inside the arena!
During that fierce clash, his clothes had buckled under the strain. The surging force had torn them into tattered shreds, leaving only scraps hanging from his body, unable to conceal his powerful, muscular physique.
Yet those muscles he took such pride in were now covered in fine cuts and bruises, as though a frenzied fan's fierce embrace had left mottled marks all over him.
He panted rapidly, every breath accompanied by a faint ache. His eyes betrayed unmistakable exhaustion and pain, yet an honest smile still lingered on his lips, making him look both resilient and optimistic.
Tang Chen was hardly any better off.
His clothes had been all but destroyed by the rampaging lightning and fire. His upper body was almost bare, and even his underwear was close to showing. He looked as though he had just crawled out of a beggars' den, utterly bedraggled.
His muscles were covered in burns and scratches, battle scars left by his fierce clash with Chen Jianjun.
Even so, his muscles remained full and powerful, seeming to twitch without end.
His face was pale, and a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had suffered no small injury in this battle.
The sight left many of the girls present "deeply moved," prompting shrieks from them, while the boys