Within the battle space, only two figures remained.
Yuan Mu and Wang Teng locked eyes, an invisible tension gradually solidifying, an atmosphere of imminent conflict.
Anyone could sense the intense suspense.
At this mont, in the spectator space, everyone held their breath, even forgetting to breathe.
This was exhilarating.
The excitent of this match was overwhelming!
All nine prodigies had fallen to Wang Teng. Now, only Yuan Mu, the original number one on the Freshn Leaderboard, remained. Could Wang Teng defeat him?
Everyone was curious about this result.
After Lu Tian, Zhulong Shan, and the others were eliminated, they entered the spectator space one after another.
Many noticed them, but at this mont, no one paid attention. A quick glance and all eyes were imdiately back on the battle space, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
Zhulong Shan, Wu Yan, and several prodigies who had been beaten up by Wang Teng wore sowhat unpleasant expressions. Though the injuries were inflicted only within the battle space and didn't carry over to reality, the humiliation was sothing they had never experienced before.
Of course, for Zhulong Shan, this was the second ti!
Puff!
Within the battle space, a fierce wind swept through, lifting the dust from the ground, and creating a swirling cloud.
Boom!
In the next mont, both Wang Teng and Yuan Mu moved, transforming into afterimages colliding in the void, erupting with a resounding roar.
Their speeds were extraordinary, nearly invisible to onlookers.
They continued their clash from the sky to the ground, powerful waves of primal force creating a terrifying aura that swept the surroundings.
Wang Teng stood above, pressing down with a fist that left a massive mark on the ground.
The ground sank, and spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions.
Yuan Mu, resolute, stood in the deep pit. Force erupted from his body, radiating outward from him. His silver hair danced in mid-air, accentuating the dazzling glow of Force, making him appear god-like.
Boom!
He thrust out a palm, blocking Wang Teng's fist imprint, then soared into the air, eting Wang Teng head-on.
Astonishnt appeared on everyone's faces. Wang Teng's power was terrifying, as demonstrated in the previous battles, and no one expected Yuan Mu to withstand it, even if he seed to be at a certain disadvantage.
Wang Teng squinted his eyes, locking onto Yuan Mu. The guy's strength was not much inferior to his own, which was quite surprising.
"I told you, your vision is too shallow!"
"It doesn't matter if you accept it or not!"
"In the eyes of so people, you are just an ant!"
Yuan Mu's expression remained calm, and a detached voice emanated from him. Cold light shone in his eyes as he sent a palm imprint crashing toward Wang Teng.
Wang Teng chuckled. It had been a while since soone had called him an ant. Who was the first to call him that?
Was it the Eight Arms Devil General?
Oh well, it didn't matter. That person was already dead.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of thunderous roars echoed in the void as Wang Teng's fist imprint and Yuan Mu's palm imprint collided head-on. The residual waves of Force continuously rolled outwards, causing the void to rupture with dark cracks appearing.
These were dinsional rifts!
The dust lifted from the ground was engulfed, and Wang Teng and Yuan Mu maneuvered within these dinsional rifts, an extrely perilous situation. However, their expressions remained calm as if they didn't care.
Multiple flas of different colors burned in Wang Teng's body. The Ocean Whale Fla, the Star Phoenix Fla, the Scorching Beast Fla, the Wood Polaris Fla, the Ash Fla… These mutated beast flas fused into his body, forming scales akin to the flas of a dragon.
Yet, these scales were all covered by the green flas of the Erald Glazed Fla, making it impossible for outsiders to discern.
Boom!
Wang Teng's power surged instantly. The more flas he used for the True Dragon Battle Physique (pseudo), the stronger he beca.
He unleashed punch after punch, shattering Yuan Mu's palm imprint and forcefully suppressing his opponent's assault.
Yuan Mu's expression finally changed slightly.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Teng swept a foot horizontally. Terrifying power spread from his waist to his legs, then erupted, crashing into Yuan Mu's chest.
Bang!
A muffled sound reverberated as Yuan Mu crossed his arms in front of his chest, intercepting Wang Teng's attack. However, he still flew backward, stopping sowhat awkwardly thousands of ters away.
"How about that? Can the attacks of this ant catch your eye?" Wang Teng didn't rush to pursue. He looked at Yuan Mu from a distance and casually remarked.
"Not bad!" Yuan Mu lowered his arms and folded them in his loose sleeves. They were trembling slightly but he spoke calmly.
"Oh? Let's give it another try then." Wang Teng grinned, his gaze slightly cold. Force surged into his fists and he struck out forcefully.
Boom!
In the next mont, he appeared in front of Yuan Mu. His fist imprint, carrying terrifying force, shattered the void and imprinted itself on Yuan Mu's stomach.
Yuan Mu, at a slanted angle, shot toward the sky. The Force defense outside his body was directly shattered by Wang Teng's punch. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, and his face turned slightly pale.
Seizing the advantage, Wang Teng pursued. His figure flashed, parallel to Yuan Mu. He pierced through the void with his elbow and slamd it on Yuan Mu's back.
Boom!
Yuan Mu spat out another mouthful of blood, and a cracking sound echoed from within his body. His figure plumted towards the ground, instantly crashing into the underground.
Within the spectator space, a hush fell!
This battle was too intense, igniting the audience's passion from the start. Unexpectedly, Yuan Mu could contend with Wang Teng in a pure physical clash.
However, he seed to be at a disadvantage.
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