Meanwhile, on the sidelines, the other competitors waiting to fight in the next round were deeply moved by the sight of this daoist art.
Hu Lili whistled. "That thing's cool as hell!"
Cao Xian's eyes narrowed. "He turned their entire offensive arsenal into a joke with no punchline. Heh, typical Asura War Demon behavior."
Bai Yegui's lips thinned. "If he has a perfect defense and overwhelming offense… ours will not be a pleasant rematch."
Shi Gaolin and Wang Feng both wore extremely ugly expressions because as offensive specialists, there was nothing more humiliating than watching attack after attack vanish like pebbles into a bottomless pond.
Shi Feng panted heavily with sweat beading his brow, his Hungry Ghost Avatar strained by the continuous output and beginning to flicker around the edges. However, the jeers from his enemies and fearful whispers from the stands stabbed at his back like needles.
