It was as if the action of drawing the sword just now was merely an illusion in everyone's minds.
silence.
The silence, composed of the bewilderment and astonishment of countless people, spread throughout the venue like a plague.
Even the official live stream room became quiet, with a few strange subtitles occasionally floating across the screen, seemingly meaningless comments that were accidentally posted by someone.
"What exactly happened...?"
This huge question occupied everyone's mind.
But they dared not make a sound, as if afraid that their noise would break something.
The first to speak was Wang Shuo.
He maintained that strange posture, his facial expression finally calming down after several twists and turns, but his eyes were extremely complex.
It contained deep confusion, a touch of curiosity, a dash of fear, and a suffocating sense of disbelief and anger.
"I……"
His voice was hoarse, and he paused for a long while before continuing, "It was clearly blocked."
What is being blocked?
Everyone was eager to know what would happen next, but Wang Shuo remained silent.
Just as everyone was wondering, accompanied by a teeth-grinding tearing sound, a line suddenly appeared on Wang Shuo's body.
It started as a very thin line, but it spread across Wang Shuo's entire upper body in an instant at an alarming speed, from his left shoulder to his right waist.
immediately……
Pfft!
Blood spurted out, tinged with a pale gold, and Wang Shuo's body cracked open, revealing his bones and organs. His aura instantly weakened to the extreme.
Unable to hold on any longer, Wang Shuo, like a broken doll, fell from mid-air.
Bang!
Amidst splattering blood, Wang Shuo's body slammed heavily onto the arena.
The loud crash finally jolted the stunned audience awake.
Wow!
It was as if the meteor had pierced through the sea; the earth-shattering roar pierced through the clouds and split rocks, leaving many people unable to organize their thoughts effectively for a moment.
In an instant, the two switched places.
Shen Qian was suspended in mid-air, while Wang Shuo lay on the ground.
"This is fake, it must be fake, I don't believe it!"
"Wasn't it said that Wang Shuo could at least rival a powerhouse at the second level of the Mountain and Sea Realm?"
"One cut, one cut... Are you kidding me?"
"Could it be that Wang Shuo is just an empty shell?"
"Get lost! The illusory image of the Great Dao has already appeared, and you're telling me it's just an empty shell?"
The crowd was arguing frantically, but they weren't actually trying to convince each other; they just wanted to vent their unspeakable shock.
As for the martial artists above the Mountain and Sea level present, they all fell silent.
They were mostly thinking back to how they would have defended themselves if they were in Wang Shuo's position and faced with such a shocking and terrifying blow.
Or to put it another way... how to resist?
Ning Zhiyuan held onto the railing, his expression relatively calm. However, when he finally let go of the railing, he saw that the fence, which was originally as thick as a fist, had become as thin as a needle.
With such power, where in the vast Nine Heavens cannot one go?
As if relieved of a worry, Ning Zhiyuan chuckled and turned to leave.
"You little rascal, you've really grown up."
By the window of the lounge, Cheng Qingqing's gaze was also complex, but with less surprise. However, she seemed to be thinking of something, and her face flushed slightly.
"Professor Cheng, is Wang Shuo dead?"
After regaining his senses, Zhao Keyi suppressed his turbulent emotions and quickly asked.
"Hmm, it's still on its last breath... Don't worry, it shouldn't leave any trouble before it sinks."
Cheng Qingqing smoothed her hair and said casually.
“But Wang Shuo has not only Bei Wu behind him, but also Yan Shan Gong, and before he was slept, he…” Zhao Keyi frowned.
"So what?" Cheng Qingqing sneered. "Does that mean my Shen Qian was an orphan?"
Zhao Keyi remained silent for a moment.
On the arena, as if to confirm Cheng Qingqing's words, Chen Qian, who had been standing still for a while, gripped the hilt of his knife again.
Shen Qian felt a little regretful.
His Shadow Blade technique could not be as smooth as the system's. Although Wang Shuo was very strong and had the protection of a martial arts body, Shen Qian knew that he had the strength to kill his opponent with a single strike if he could perform it perfectly.
Looking down at the dying youth, Shen Qian's gaze flickered slightly before turning indifferent.
Since this is a battle to the death, then of course it must be decided whether one of us lives or dies.
As Chen Qian drew his sword, the still-shocked crowd seemed to sense something, and their bodies trembled once more.
The movement before sinking was already quite obvious.
Even though Wang Shuo is on his deathbed, this battle is not over yet.
He really wanted to kill Wang Shuo!
But no one can criticize Shen Qian for anything, because it was Wang Shuo's own choice.
This battle will not only determine who is superior, but also who lives and dies.
"stop!"
Just then, a loud shout that drowned out all the noise rang out, and before anyone could react, a figure appeared on the arena, standing between the two.
This was a young man dressed in black, with an air of hardship about him. He looked to be around thirty years old, and a deep scar ran across his eye and nose, adding a touch of ferocity to his otherwise handsome face.
He stood suspended in mid-air, his powerful aura revealing his realm, and his gaze towards Chen Qian was filled with suppressed rage.
"Who are you?"
He paused in his action of drawing his sword, and frowned.
"Seasonal Tour!"
The young man stared at Shen Qian with undisguised murderous intent and said coldly.
"The fourth disciple of Lord Yanshan?"
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