Ma Yingjun instinctively turned his head to look toward Chen Ping, only to discover that his figure had vanished at some unknown moment.
When he turned his head back, he was horrified to discover that Chen Ping had appeared a short distance ahead of him in an instant, as though he could teleport. Chen Ping slowly turned around, extended a palm, and struck a pose that said, "You shall not pass."
Ma Yingjun frantically braked his Flying Soul Tool, but even without its jets firing, the Flying Soul Tool carried him forward with tremendous inertia, skimming along the ground for more than ten meters. He only just managed to stop before crashing into Chen Ping.
Unhurriedly, Chen Ping extended his fist and tapped the other boy on the head, signaling that Ma Yingjun was out.
Seeing Chen Ping's fist coming toward him, Ma Yingjun squeezed his eyes shut nervously.
Only when he realized that Chen Ping had merely tapped his head lightly and let him off did his body suddenly go limp. He was drenched in sweat, as though he had just been fished out of a pool, and gasped for breath.
The Soul Fighting matches in the knockout stage that had claimed more than a dozen lives remained fresh in the memories of every member of every competing team. For the vast majority of the Soul Masters on those teams, it had also been their first time witnessing lives vanish right before their eyes.
Although the referees in the knockout stage were quite powerful, they could not cover every eventuality. Once the fighting became too intense, it was easy for them to attend to one thing and lose sight of another.
Precisely because of this, Ma Yingjun was certain that if Chen Ping had thrown this punch with the