The cool touch was fleeting.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his world begin to spin.
He saw his own body, still in the forward-leaning posture, frozen in place.
He also saw the back of the boy in white, still so upright and clean.
Is this... me dead?
This was his last thought.
Thump.
A head rolled to the ground, its expression forever frozen in that moment of horror and bewilderment.
The headless corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud after a brief delay.
The gushing blood added a new splash of color to this black soil once again.
The entire venue fell into an even more complete and utter silence than before.
If they could explain away the first instant kill by saying "Barker underestimated his opponent" or "the opponent was a speedster," then...
What about this time?
"Ghost Claw" Moro, a powerful fighter known for his speed and unpredictable techniques, won for forty-nine consecutive matches, but was beheaded in a single encounter.
In fact, the boy in white never even glanced at him once.
That casual wave was like shooing away an annoying fly.
This is no longer a matter of strength versus weakness.
This is crushing.
Those fallen individuals who had previously loudly analyzed and clamored for Moro's inevitable victory now felt a burning pain on their faces, as if they had been slapped hard several times.
They kept their heads down, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the ground, afraid that the person in the room would look at them.
This time, fear was no longer a plague, but a tangible iceberg, pressing down on everyone's hearts and making them even more cautious in their breathing.
In the field.
Ning Liu slowly raised the Asura Demon Sword to his eyes.
That sword strike just now, seemingly casual, actually contained the sword principles of his "Dreamless Sword" soul skill, "Sword Shadow Overlapping in the Void".
Although he did not use his soul power, the divine charm of using sword intent to manipulate space, turning the illusory into the real, and locking onto all directions had already begun to emerge.
This Moro thought he was fast enough, but he didn't know that from the very beginning he had stepped into an invisible net woven by sword intent.
The fresh blood that had just stained the sword was being rapidly absorbed, and the hideous demonic runes seemed to come alive, wriggling slightly and emitting a satisfied groan.
Ning Liu withdrew his gaze, his voice remaining calm.
"continue?"
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