At this mont.
A sound ca from not far away.
"No need."
Qin Jin’s voice was calm, without any waves, as a thought moved slightly, the long saber in his hand was stored in his spatial equipnt.
He extended his hand, making an inviting gesture without saying much, the aning was self-evident.
"It seems you are very confident."
Inside the cha without a loudspeaker, Gao Hong’s voice grew deeper: "In that case, I won’t hold back."
He was not a hesitant person. The mont his voice fell, he stepped with his right leg, and primordial power surged out. On the surface of the cha, those rune lines burst into light.
The towering unnad cha stepped forward, approaching Qin Jin.
Not far away.
Seeing this, Su Xiangwan clenched her fist, her footsteps slightly moving.
Beside her.
Xie Wuya keenly noticed and transmitted his voice using spiritual power: "What are you going to do?"
"Join the battle."
Su Xiangwan’s expression was earnest, replying on the spiritual level: "Though simple, it counts as a basic Extraordinary cha, able to augnt a Martial Arts Family."
"The opponent is no easy match."
"If Qin Jin loses, we two are not opponents either. We might as well seize the opportunity now to cause a lee, tying down the person driving the cha, which might give us a chance."
"Are you so sure Qin Jin will lose?"
Before she could finish, Xie Wuya’s voice responded.
Su Xiangwan gazed at him.
From the district to this spot, along with their interactions in the camp, Su Xiangwan had gained a certain understanding of Xie Wuya. In her eyes, he was quite a carefree person, seemingly indifferent to many things.
But now, Xie Wuya’s eyes were exceptionally serious.
Perceiving Su Xiangwan’s gaze, Xie Wuya turned to look at the battlefield.
His voice echoed on the spiritual level.
"Wait and see."
"Since it’s a team match, trust our teammates."
"The opponent is willing to give a chance, but Qin Jin refused it, which ans he is confident."
"You have to trust him; he is, without a doubt, the number one among our batch of S-Class Students."
"Qin Jin..."
Xie Wuya’s eyes flashed with recollection, his spirit wavering slightly: "He’s really strong, unimaginably strong!"
The spiritual conversation was extrely fast.
On the other side.
Gao Hong, driving the cha, took large strides forward. As he advanced, his speed constantly increased. On the outside, the massive body was like a charging bull, primordial power surging out, experiencing amplification, and the aura spread around.
He had exchanged blows with Qin Jin before, knowing his prowess.
For this reason, at this mont, driving the cha created with the entire team’s efforts, he held nothing back. The power he unleashed was even more ferocious than when he previously fought Qin Jin. After the amplification, its might increased again!
At this mont.
Qin Jin moved.
Charging forward just like when they first t, the distance between them rapidly closing. Before contact, Qin Jin stepped and leapt, his right hand clenched into a fist, primordial power surging, thunder flickering to life.
On the other end.
Gao Hong clenched his fist, driving the cha, and the rune patterns above glowed ever more brightly. Power crazily surged into the fist, the iron fist swung forward.
On one side was a fleshy fist.
On the other was a steel fist.
Before the fists collided, under the clash of primordial power, deafening roars sounded, echoing all around. In the next instant, the two fists violently collided!
Boom!
At the mont of contact, an explosion sound occurred, at the point of contact between the two, ripples resonated in the air, spreading in all directions. The wreckage on the plaza floor shattered in the spread of the ripples.
The onlookers from afar had their garnts fluttering and instinctively deployed power to block the residual waves.
At the sa ti.
At the point of clash, when power erupted, a figure was directly knocked back.
It was...
Qin Jin!
On the spot, the cha driven by Gao Hong was steady as a mountain, while Qin Jin seed to be at a disadvantage in the power collision, directly knocked back.
Crowds in the Divine Strategy Academy broke into cheers.
"The plan worked."
"Our hard work in the rest area, besides exploration, paid off."
"The upper-year students of Martial Abyss are extraordinary, ranked top among all participants in the Limit-Breaking Cup. Senior driving the cha has gained the upper hand, giving us a combat power advantage in this team match."
"Next, it’s ti to showcase our skills."
"Wait, why didn’t Senior Gao pursue victory? The opponent hasn’t been eliminated yet?"
A voice sounded.
The cheers abruptly stopped.
All eyes focused, and the still unnad cha stood on the spot, its hand still maintaining a punching posture. But at this mont, accompanied by creaking and cracking sounds, cracks abruptly appeared starting from where the cha’s fists collided.
Then...
With an explosive sound, the palm part of the cha’s right arm suddenly blew apart.
Although the cha showed signs of damage, Gao Hong paid no attention. His gaze was fixed ahead.
At tens of ters away.
The blows exchanged, Qin Jin, who was knocked back, hadn’t lost his balance. After retreating so distance, his figure seed to abruptly halt, landing on the ground, as if the previous impact had no effect on him.
At this mont.
Qin Jin’s voice sounded.
"What a pity."
In his voice, there was a hint of regret: "You’ve played to your strengths, working together to create a cha and supporting the strongest. Your understanding of the team match is thorough enough."
"But it’s a pity that your materials limited you."
"If the materials were stronger, it could have been a more satisfying fight."
Qin Jin approached slowly.
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