On the training ground, the Seventh Elder was pressed firmly to the ground by terrifying gravity, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was also pressed tightly against the ground. No matter how much he activated his Soul Power, he could not lift it even an inch.
The small black hole, suspended in Welt's palm, slowly rotated, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly. Despite being only the size of a fist, it exerted an unprecedented pressure on the Seventh Elder.
"You bastard! Who do you think you are?!"
The Seventh Elder gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and struggled to raise his head, roaring at Welt, "How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Clear Sky Sect! Do you want to be an enemy of my Clear Sky Sect?!"
Welt ignored his threat and simply looked down at the disheveled Titled Douluo.
"The match is over, and the outcome is clear. As Titled Douluo, you attacked your opponent from behind while he was turning away. Don't you even understand the most basic rules?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the Seventh Elder's ears.
The Seventh Elder was unwilling to accept this, especially with so many people watching. He, a dignified elder of the Clear Sky Sect, was being forced to kneel on the ground by a middle-aged man of unknown origin, unable to even stand up!
"Stop lecturing me! Open the door!"
He roared and desperately urged the remaining Soul Power in his body. The power that had not yet subsided after the Ring Detonation was forcibly mobilized again, and the black light on the Clear Sky Hammer suddenly intensified. The Seventh Elder braced himself on the ground with his arms and tried to stand up.
No matter how hard he tried, the weight pressing down on him didn't lessen at all; instead, it squeezed cracks into the stone slab beneath him.
Welt looked at the Seventh Elder, who was still struggling, and gently raised his right hand.
"Boom!"
With a muffled thud, the stone slab beneath the Seventh Elder shattered violently, and he sank even further into the ground!
The already cracked ground collapsed, and rubble rolled down in all directions. The Seventh Elder's knees sank deep into the ground, and his arms were bent under the pressure.
But just a few steps away from him, the stone slab was perfectly intact, without even a crack.
The Soul Master in the audience were dumbfounded.
"What kind of Soul Skill is this? How come it's only suppressing the Seventh Elder?"
"He didn't even reveal his Soul Ring! Could this be a special method used by extraterrestrial visitors?"
The Seventh Elder no longer cared about the discussions around him.
"I am Titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect! You think mere gravity can trap me?!"
He gripped the hammer handle tightly with both hands, roaring as he poured all his remaining Soul Power into the Clear Sky Hammer. The pitch-black giant hammer trembled violently, and he actually lifted it slightly off the ground.
Although it was only a few inches long, it gave the Seventh Elder renewed hope.
"Hahaha! Did you see that? My Clear Sky Hammer isn't something you can easily suppress!"
Welt glanced down, his expression unchanged.
"It seems that's still not enough."
After saying that, he gently twisted his wrist, and the Simulated Black Hole in his palm began to rotate.
The smile on the Seventh Elder's face froze completely the next moment.
"Boom!"
An even more terrifying gravitational force descended instantly!
The Clear Sky Hammer, which had just been raised, slammed back to the ground, causing the Seventh Elder to sink as well. The already broken stone slabs were crushed to pieces, and even the foundation beneath them began to collapse.
In just a few breaths, he was pressed into the ground, with only his upper body still sticking out of the pit.
The Seventh Elder gripped the hammer handle tightly with both hands, his face flushed red, and his bones creaked under the strain. But no matter how he circulated his Soul Power, his body could not move an inch.
He looked up in alarm at the middle-aged man who remained standing still, without moving an inch.
The opponent didn't even summon Martial Soul or release Soul Ring; he merely raised his hand twice, leaving this Titled Douluo utterly powerless to retaliate!
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
Upon hearing this, Welt simply reached out and adjusted his glasses.
"I'm just an ordinary, Nameless on the Astral Express."
The Seventh Elder opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Ordinary Nameless?
How could an ordinary person possibly drive Titled Douluo into the ground like a nail?!
At this moment, the Second Elder in the audience could no longer remain seated.
Seeing that the Seventh Elder was unable to move, he disregarded everything else and jumped off the stands, landing in the center of the training ground.
"Sir! Please show mercy!"
The Second Elder strode toward the Seventh Elder, intending to help his good-for-nothing junior brother up.
Welt turned his head and glanced at him.
"You want to fight too?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently twisted his wrist.
The Second Elder suddenly felt his body sink, and his previously easy steps became incredibly heavy, with the stone slabs beneath his feet making a muffled thud.
His expression changed drastically, and he quickly circulated his Soul Power to resist.
However, that gravity continued to press down on him, and no matter how much he tried to activate his Soul Power, he could only barely keep standing. His arms were so heavy that he could hardly lift them, and even breathing became difficult.
The Second Elder was greatly alarmed.
He was Titled Douluo, and although his cultivation was still inferior to that of veteran powerhouses like Golden Crocodile Douluo, he was by no means someone that ordinary Soul Master could contend with.
But this man in front of me only twisted his wrist, and it made it so difficult for me to even move normally!
Thinking of this, the Second Elder quickly began to explain.
"You misunderstand! I have no intention of making a move!"
He forced himself to stand up and awkwardly bowed to Welt.
"It was my junior brother's foolishness. The match was over, yet he still launched a sneak attack. It was indeed his fault. We hope you will show leniency. Our Clear Sky Sect is willing to compensate for our previous actions and apologize to Miss Xing!"
Welt looked at him for a moment, and seeing that the Second Elder really had no intention of continuing to make a move, he gently closed his five fingers.
The Simulated Black Hole in his palm dissipated, and the gravity enveloping the two Clear Sky Sect elders also rapidly weakened.
The second elder suddenly felt a lightness in his body and almost lost his balance.
He quickly adjusted his posture, then strode to the edge of the pit and helped the Seventh Elder out of it.
The Seventh Elder was now in a terrible state, his clothes covered in dust and bloodstains at the corner of his mouth. The forced Ring Detonation and the continuous exposure to such terrifying gravity had already taken a toll on his body.
The second elder helped him up and looked up at Welt.
"Thank you for your mercy."
Welt tapped his cane lightly on the ground and calmly said, "I hope you will keep your word. Since this is a public sparring match, the agreement should be respected. To launch a sneak attack from behind after the outcome is already decided is going too far."
The Second Elder nodded quickly.
"Rest assured, Your Excellency, I will certainly give you all an explanation."
At this moment, Hoshino had already arrived behind Welt.
" Uncle Yang!"
Welt turned around and saw Xing smiling at him, his expression softening considerably.
Are you alright?
Xing scratched his head and chuckled, "No! Although that old man launched a sudden attack, I could have blocked it even without Uncle Yang's intervention."
Welt.
"That's good. Let's go."
Xing responded and followed Welt out of the training ground.
In the audience, watching the two figures leave, few people spoke for a moment.
The once imposing Seventh Elder of the Clear Sky Sect is now being supported by the Second Elder, and even walking is becoming difficult.
The middle-aged man who suddenly intervened seemed to have done something utterly ordinary.
In the audience section where the Pope Hall was located, Bibi Dong looked in the direction Welt had left, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
She had sensed before that the black-haired man who often appeared with Himeko was incredibly powerful, but he was usually very low-key and rarely revealed his strength.
Now that she had witnessed Welt's attack firsthand, Bibi Dong realized that she had probably underestimated him.
She turned slightly to the side and whispered to Himeko beside her, " Himeko, what exactly is Mr. Yang's strength? I've never seen that kind of power before."
Himeko picked up her coffee, smiled, and took a sip.
" Welt has been through a lot and rarely fights with others. But when something like this happens, he always steps up."
At this point, Himeko looked at Welt, who was leaving with Hoshi, and her smile softened.
"After all, he's a reliable mentor to our Astral Express Crew."
After listening, Bibi Dong turned her gaze back to Welt.
A powerful figure capable of easily suppressing Titled Douluo was actually just a gentle elder on the Astral Express.
Just how many incredibly powerful individuals are hidden within that so-called Astral Express? Do those three young people also possess some kind of concealed strength?
On the other side, on the viewing platform where the Worship Hall was located, Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression also became very serious.
He had lived for so many years and seen countless powerful figures, but the power that Welt had just displayed completely exceeded his understanding of Soul Master combat.
Without Martial Soul or Soul Ring, it was able to suppress a Titled Douluo to the point of immobility simply by using that small black hole.
What concerned him even more was that the other party was able to control such terrifying power with extreme precision, and apart from the ground beneath the Seventh Elder's feet, the surrounding area was almost completely unaffected.
The Mighty Lion Douluo sitting beside him was also shocked and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Second Brother, if it were you...?"
He didn't finish what he was saying.
Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent for a moment, then shook his head with a solemn expression.
Seeing this, Mighty Lion Douluo wisely shut his mouth.
Meanwhile, in another section of the audience, Aventurine remained seated with a smile, casually toying with a gold coin between his fingers.
The Golden Dragon King, who was sitting next to him, had already put down his drink.
He stared intently in the direction Welt had left, his expression grave.
When that small black hole appeared, he sensed an extremely dangerous force.
Especially the scene where the Seventh Elder was forced underground; this bespectacled man is definitely not simple.
It now seems that the other side probably still has a lot of skills they haven't shown yet.
Aventurine noticed the Golden Dragon King's reaction and turned his head away with a smile.
Why aren't you drinking anymore?
The Golden Dragon King's face darkened, and he ignored his teasing.
The Aventurine didn't care; he simply tossed the gold coin in his hand up gently and caught it steadily.
He looked at Welt, who had already left the training ground, and a smile still lingered on his lips.
" The Astral Express Crew travel across the globe, relying on more than just the identity of Nameless."