Chapter 872 - 337: So We’re the Real Clowns!?
The brief deathly silence was shattered by the sudden elevation of cheers from outside the arena.
The blood and crushing force of the fifth match seemingly hadn’t dampened the audience’s enthusiasm.
Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, igniting a greater expectation.
The sound of the referee’s voice, amplified, clearly spread throughout the arena and into the waiting room:
"Sixth match! Zhao Canglan versus Thousand Threads, contestants please enter the arena!"
The two newly emerged Twelve Celestial Kings.
Everyone’s attention was instantly drawn back to the light screen and the battle about to commence.
Zhao Canglan was the first to step onto the platform.
This person was exceptionally burly, standing close to two meters twenty. His bare upper body was muscled like an assembly of rocks, his skin a weathered bronze from years of being soaked in seawater and scorched by the sun, his face covered by a menacing shark mask, leaving only his fierce, sharp eyes exposed.
Each step he took, the sturdy alloy platform beneath his feet emitted a deep groan, enveloped in a heavy scent of the sea and a palpable aura of power.
Following behind him was Liu Rumei, forming a striking contrast.
Her figure was slender, clad in a simple, elegant moon-white long dress.
Her face was covered with a silver mask lined with intricate thread patterns, her demeanor cool, her steps light, as if untouched by dust.
The two stood at opposite ends of the platform.
With the referee’s announcement of the start, the entire venue erupted in a clamor akin to mountains and seas.
Yet, the platform fell into a peculiar calm.
Zhao Canglan didn’t launch into a frenzied attack as his appearance suggested.
His fierce eyes, behind the shark mask, were locked onto Liu Rumei, his muscles tense, his Qi Blood surging like dark currents within him, readying.
Liu Rumei likewise remained still, her gentle hands at rest, her skirts moving in the wind, an invisible aura quietly spreading.
Both were waiting.
Shi Hao’s overwhelming punch.
Made all the Heavenly Kings unable to help but become vigilant.
No one knew if the next opponent would be another deeply hidden Shi Hao.
This uncertainty made the two equally renowned kings exceedingly cautious at the start of the battle.
"What’s going on? Fight!"
"What are you waiting for? Start fighting!"
"Canglan boss! Go! Tear her apart!"
"Fairy Liu! Use your Thousand Threads to wrap him to death!"
In the stands, impatient urges quickly sounded, intermingled with the cheers of their respective supporters.
A minute, two minutes...
The platform still maintained an uncanny standoff.
Only the aura rising from their bodies clashing silently.
The tense atmosphere spread in the air, like a tightly drawn bowstring.
Finally!
As the audience’s impatience was about to reach its peak, Zhao Canglan moved.
"Roar——!!!"
A roar like a deep-sea giant beast exploded from his throat.
Bang!!!
His feet stomped heavily on the ground, monstrous force causing the floor beneath them to crack like a web.
Dark blue Qi Blood smoke erupted like a dam-break wrathful sea, wrapping his massive figure instantly.
"Wrathful Sea·Whale Swallow!"
Zhao Canglan’s arms spread open, embracing forward.
In an instant!
The air above the platform seemed to be frantically sucked by an invisible giant force.
Countless tiny water droplets spontaneously condensed, gathering rapidly at an observable pace.
In just a breath!
A terrifying giant wave over thirty meters in diameter and nearly ten meters high, composed entirely of violent currents, as if summoned from the deep sea, with mountain-crushing, all-devouring momentum, crashed down fiercely towards Liu Rumei on the other end of the platform.
The giant wave had yet to arrive.
That terrifying oppression made the front-row spectators struggle to breathe, their faces turning pale.
"Good!!"
"It’s coming! Canglan boss’s signature move!"
"Drown her!"
Supporters of Zhao Canglan were instantly in an uproar.
Facing the overwhelming giant wave that seemed capable of destroying everything.
Liu Rumei’s cool eyes showed no trace of panic.
Her slender fingers danced swiftly in front of her like butterflies through flowers.
Buzz!
The air resonated with countless barely perceptible hums.
Countless threads finer than hair and nearly completely transparent instantly woven and spread in front of her.
"Thousand Threads·Heaven-Weaving Net!"
Liu Rumei called out clearly, pushing forward with her gentle hand.
The enormous net woven instantly from countless transparent threads.
Silently moved to meet the roaring giant wave.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss——!!!
A dense cutting sound that made teeth ache rang out like a torrential downpour!
The seemingly fragile threads, upon contact with the violent currents, burst forth with an incredible cutting force.
The terrifying giant wave capable of destroying cities and fortresses.
Suddenly as if thrown into countless high-speed spinning sharp blades.
Numerous fine water lines were precisely sliced and stripped away.
The raging currents impacted the resilient web, weakened layer by layer.
The giant wave visibly disintegrated by that seemingly fragile Heaven-Weaving Net.
Finally, less than ten meters from Liu Rumei, it completely collapsed into a rain of mist, soaking most of the platform!
"Hiss——!!!"
The stands instantly erupted in gasps of air.
"Blocked it?!!"
"My heavens! What are those threads?! They can even cut through Canglan boss’s Wrathful Sea Whale Swallow?!"
Liu Rumei’s exquisite defense and resolution instantly ignited the audience’s fervor.
A battle of evenly matched opponents!
This was what they wanted to see.
"Courtesy demands reciprocity!"
Liu Rumei’s cool voice transmitted through her mask.
Her fingers shifted once more.
"Thousand Threads·Dragon-Binding Rope!"
Buzz!
Countless transparent threads instantly converged, condensing into dozens of chains gleaming with cold sparks.
Tearing through the air, they spiraled towards Zhao Canglan from all directions.