Lanloste desperately wanted for once to ignore Ye Ruozai's advice and battle him to the end, perishing together here. But sensing the terrifying energy about to be unleashed behind him, survival instinct propelled him to involuntarily fly rapidly away with Ye Ruozai.
Having lost the assistance of Jiaheris and his companion, Knight Boss could no longer control the rampaging energy within his body, which began to crack from the inside out. Seeing the enemy whose body was splitting with beams of light erupting from the fissures, Zheng Jia Ru increased the force in his hand, pried open his opponent's palm in one go, freed himself from the restraints, and simultaneously swung his fist at them.
"Then let's die together!" Knight Boss knew he had beco the defeated bull, and now he still had ti to withdraw his soul from the body that was going to scatter his soul. But lacking the dignity and honor of a knight, he wouldn't choose to retreat even in death in such a battle. With his disintegrating, grimacing face roaring, he swung his own fist to deliver his final strike of his life.
"gaton Punch!" Equally unwilling to show weakness, Zheng Jia Ru roared, also throwing a punch filled with all his strength.
The mont the two fists collided, the audience, expecting an earth-shattering noise, discovered that the arena was unusually quiet. Everyone held their breath, watching the images on the screen. In the dazzling brilliance, Knight Boss's body was shattered and turned into a beam of light shooting out rapidly, while everyone could feel the competition space sphere hovering at the center of the arena shook three tis potentially. At this mont, all the broadcasting screens malfunctioned and went blank.
"What happened!"
"Yeah! Why did all the images disappear! Who lost and who won in the end!"
"From the last glimpse I caught before it disappeared, it seems that the knight's body crumbled. Did the investigation hall's guy win?"
"Oh my god, the power from this dinsional cornerstone is too formidable! Is this still the legendary energy desert dinsion? It's holding its ground against the Magic Realm!"
The spectators in the stands were in a frenzy, while the elders responsible for maintaining the array below were spitting blood, looking dispirited and resentful at the competition arena in mid-air. One elder wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, panted heavily, and lanted, "In defiance of the heavens! What kind of freaks are they sending to this tournant? A single breakthrough of spatial boundaries forced another arrival almost cost my old life. This attack nearly penetrated the competition space! Do those competing ever consider the external world having tens of thousands of viewers? If the competition space is penetrated, the released energy would cause trendous damage!"
The reason Zheng Jia Ru and Knight Boss's strike could cause over twenty elders to vomit blood is not because their attack was formidable enough to severely injure these figures. Instead, it's the maintenance to keep the arrayed space intact while also broadcasting, healing contestants, and self-restoration within the venue that were overly taxing on these elders' physical and ntal strength. In past tournants, fighting for ten days wouldn't compare to the damage sustained within a few hours this ti. These elders couldn't help but collapse!
"Misjudgnt! Misjudgnt!" The elder beside shook his head and laughed bitterly, "Though we knew beforehand this tournant would be a clash of dragons and tigers, we still underestimated everyone's ambition to seize a ranking. These contestants far exceed the level their current realms should display. Hurry and have the Immortal Palace dispatch more personnel to maintain the array! These two caused such destruction by just dueling; don't forget there are still battles involving four Child of Origin contenders that have yet to resolve elsewhere!"
Upon hearing this, the Daoist Child responsible for serving all the elders was scared pale; Pei Yan's infamous reputation had spread throughout the Daoist Realm during this ti, and his counterpart Flal was no easy opponent either. He couldn't believe the destructive power generated by a skirmish among four of equal strength individuals. Without thinking further, he scrambled toward the arena entrance to report, but after only two steps, he halted and fell to his knees with a thud.
"What kind of spectacle do your hurried antics present, where is the deanor fitting of a Cultivator? The sky hasn't collapsed yet! After this tournant ends, return to the sect for your penalties!"
"Disciple accepts the order, thanks for Patriarch's teaching and punishnt!" Lowering his head until it touched the ground, the Daoist Child listened to orderly footsteps pass in front of him, feeling slightly relieved knowing that the Grand Elder of the Three Mansions of the Immortal Palace personally brought assistance.
At this mont, in stark contrast with the Daoist Child's temporary reassurance, were the Church Monks in the Magic Realm responsible for guarding the twelve sacred candles of the Round Table Knights. Rushing to the Holy Hall, the Cardinal hadn't had ti to inquire what had happened before he saw the sacred armor belonging to the original Round Table Knights on the Sacred Artifact rack glowing brightly. Being well-read, he knew this was because the sacred armor was summoned by its master.
Glancing at the sacred candles representing the soul strength of the Round Table Knights wavering, he didn't have ti to inquire details. On one hand, he ordered subordinates to stabilize the sacred candles, while on the other hand, he personally assisted in breaking through the spatial barrier between the two dinsions. He understood that with his assistance in breaking the spatial barrier, the energy consud at the match site would decrease, and the hope of victory would be greater.
Having broken open the spatial barrier, watching the sacred armor disappear from his sight into the spatial fissure, the Cardinal finally breathed a sigh of relief, turning to instruct his attendant to check the match broadcast. He wanted to know what kind of enemy would compel a Round Table Knight to take such a dangerous decision of cross-boundary summons with their energy form, disregarding their life risks. However, he hadn't waited for the attendant's report before learning of the outco from the Church Monks' piercing screams beside him.
"The sacred candle! The sacred candle has extinguished! Oh heavens! Knight Boss's sacred candle has extinguished!"
Upon hearing this news, and seeing the sacred candle thoroughly extinguished leaving only a wisp of blue smoke, the Cardinal felt as if struck over the head by a hamr, his vision blackened. He was almost collapsing but supported by nearby monks, his mouth agape for a long ti without words. Until regaining composure, he roared incredulously: "What are you standing there for, go investigate! Go see what happened exactly at the arena! And recall the souls of the remaining two Round Table Knights imdiately! There can't be any more losses!"
anwhile, within the Sword Contest arena of the Daoist Realm, after the Grand Elders from the Three Mansions of the Immortal Palace joined personally, the vanished broadcast image finally resud normal operations, with everyone imdiately focusing their gaze on the battleground where the image had disappeared earlier.
By now, the dust and glow from the explosion had dissipated, and the scene displayed on the image left everyone stunned and unable to close their mouths. A giant fissure hundreds of ters long stretched across the middle of the battlefield, bottomless. The burnt-red earth and the heat emanating from the fissure accused of the harm it suffered, and at the end of this crack was the originator of everything and the final victor of this duel—Zheng Jia Ru!
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