Mad Saber Han Hu! A bronze star skill shocks the entire crowd!
Inside the VIP box.
Holding a wine glass, Qin Feng coldly commanded through a miniature earpiece, "Han Hu, listen up! First, chop off his limbs inch by inch, then crush his dantian! I want to hear him scream all day long!"
On the arena, Han Hu with a face full of scars, nodded almost imperceptibly, a bloodthirsty and cruel smile spreading across his lips, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.
Inside the waiting area.
Looking at Mad Saber Han Hu a murderous aura, Leng Qingqiu hand gripping the sword hilt tightened involuntarily, a hint of tension appearing in her clear, beautiful eyes. "Sister Shen... this Han Hu is a notorious outlaw in the wasteland, a ruthless killer, my husband..."
Beside her, Shen Yuyan elegantly held a teacup, her mature and stunning face displaying the composure and pride of an empress.
She reached out and gently patted Leng Qingqiu's soft hand, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, and she spoke softly with endless infatuation and confidence:
"Sister Qingqiu, just relax and watch the show. Compared to these clowns... our husband is a true god who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist!"
Just then, the smart terminal on Leng Qingqiu's wrist suddenly started vibrating violently.
A holographic private message from Young Master Young Master Zhao, the heir to the "Zhao Consortium," one of the four top conglomerates in Fallen Star City, suddenly appeared in the Xukong:
[Qingqiu, did you see that? That good-for-nothing Dongfang Yueming is doomed to die today! If the Leng Family doesn't want to be isolated and cut off from supplies by the major financial groups, after today's competition... you'd better throw yourself into my arms! Otherwise, all of the Leng Family's Xuanbing mines outside the city will completely change hands tomorrow!]
Seeing this blatant threat and coercion, Leng Qingqiu's beautiful face was covered with a layer of extreme disgust.
"Boom--!!"
The alloy defensive light barrier around the arena suddenly rose up, completely isolating the entire arena from the stands!
The referee leaped into the air, retreating to the edge of the ring, and shouted sternly:
"The match begins!!"
"Hahaha! You little bastard, kneel down before me!!"
With the referee's whistle, the opposing team's Mad Saber Han Hu launched the first attack!
"Roar--!!"
A deafening, ferocious tiger roar exploded from Han Hu's body!
A [C-rank Blood-Eyed Mad Baleful Tiger] Star Soul, several meters tall, covered in scarlet aura, and possessing a pair of giant blood-red eyes, rose from the ground behind him with unparalleled ferocity!
Immediately afterwards, the immense Star Power within Han Hu's body, belonging to the [Star Vein Realm Third Layer], surged wildly like a volcanic eruption!
Three thick star veins appeared on his body, and violent, earthy-yellow Star Power frantically gathered on the two-meter-long, serrated heavy blade covered with sharp barbs in his hand!
"Buzz--!"
The massive, mountain-like Star Power fluctuations transformed into a dazzling, tangible blue light on the blade!
[Bronze II Star - Mountain-Sundering Mad Baleful Slash]!!
Whoa--!!
On the stands, tens of thousands of teachers, students, and wealthy elites erupted in a collective gasp and horrified screams.
"My God! It's a Bronze Level Two Heavy Armor Sword Technique!!"
"Not only did he awaken a C-rank Star Soul, but his cultivation also reached the terrifying Star Vein Realm Third Layer! He even mastered a Bronze-level two-star skill?!"
"This level of strength would rank him in the top thirty in the entire grade! How can Dongfang Yueming possibly stop him?!"
"He's dead! This little piece of trash can't even withstand one strike; he's going to be cleaved in two!!"
Inside the private room, Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot with excitement. He downed his glass of red wine in one gulp and roared with a ferocious laugh, "Chop him up! Chop him up for me!!"
However, beneath this terrifying bronze blade's edge, powerful enough to cleave mountains—
Dongfang Yueming, dressed in a black, fitted martial arts robe, stood with one hand behind his back, his expression as calm as a celestial being looking down upon ants beneath his feet.
He didn't even blink.
"Boom!!"
The heavy blade tore through the air, carrying a terrifying stench and murderous intent, and ruthlessly slashed towards Dongfang Yueming's head!