Beneath that layer of bronze skin.
There seemed to lurk a resilience beyond comprehension.
Shi Hao stood still dozens of meters away.
He seemed to realize that this pure confrontation could not destroy the equally non-human opponent before him.
Crack... crack...
A faint sound of breaking emerged.
Under Fang Qingyu's cold gaze, the hard dark-gray metallic mask on Shi Hao's face suddenly split open a crack from the brow.
Then, like a chain reaction, web-like fissures instantly spread.
Slam!
Mask fragments peeled off, falling to the shattered ground below.
A face was exposed under the glaring dome lights.
However... the entire arena instantly plunged into an eerie silence.
Hundreds of thousands of eyes, fixedly focused on that face.
That was not a human face.
The skin appeared in a lifeless pure black.
No trace of blood, no texture, smooth as polished metal, yet with a flesh-like quality.
Within this pure blackness, only those eyes.
