A colorless energy was faintly gathering in his right fist...
Truman said, "Fang Wu wants to deliver the final blow, using his most powerful move."
"However, Mu Xun will not give him that chance."
"I will intervene and interrupt him."
Veins bulged on Fang Wu's forehead, and all the soul power in his body concentrated towards his right fist.
The soul power was compressed to its limit on his right fist, making it almost like a physical entity!
Fang Wu suddenly opened his eyes, which had turned completely white, even his black pupils had disappeared: "Martial Skill - Soul Cannon!"
However......
Mu Xun had already made his move.
"Dust flies and shadows fade!"
Swoosh—
Mu Xun moved with incredible speed, his sword piercing right through Fang Wu's body!
By the time the audience could see Mu Xun's movements clearly, Mu Xun had already completed the sword strike and appeared behind Fang Wu, while slowly sheathing his sword.
Fang Wuze remained rooted to the spot. He looked down at his right hand and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, collapsing to his knees.
"The match is over. There's nothing we can do about it; this is the consequence of having too long a casting animation."
Truman picked up a silver pocket watch, glanced at the time, and gave a somewhat regretful look. He sighed, "It's a bit of a pity. One minute and fifty-four seconds and thirty-nine seconds. My calculation was more than a second off. It seems I'll have to reorganize all the data and recalculate when I get back."
Meng Feifei, Yu Yuanyuan, Hua Lingze, and Hua Yingwen: "..."
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