The noise caused by the collision shocked everyone, including Song Wenfeng and others.
The impact speed and frequency of the shock wave slow down and gradually disappear.
The gravel and dust raised in the field also fell down.
The scene in the middle of the ring gradually became clearer.
At this moment, there were countless potholes in the originally intact arena.
They vary in size, with the smallest being no more than twenty centimeters in diameter.
The largest one is undoubtedly the huge hole in the center, which is about several meters deep and a hundred meters in diameter!
"Fuck!"
"With this destructive power, it would be difficult for a third-level spiritual master to reach this level in direct combat, right?"
"As expected of a strong man who has passed the thirtieth level!"
"..."
Everyone looked at the arena riddled with holes and spoke in amazement.
The destructive power produced by the battle between Luo Tang and Yang Yunlong has exceeded their imagination.
The shock wave stops.
Duan Yuanji and others couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Put your hands down, and the protective array pattern will be removed at any time.
"The destructive power of the battle between these two little guys has almost reached the ordinary fourth-level standard!"
Ke Maoyan looked around and spoke slowly.
As the person in charge of the combat zone, Ke Maoyan knows very well what standard attacks the arena's material can defend against.
Li Zimin and others nodded in agreement.
…
"Who's winning?"
"That one standing there is... Overlord!"
"Where's Yang Yunlong?"
"Over there, it seems that it has lost its combat effectiveness!"
"..."
The rubble and smoke cleared, and everyone was able to see clearly what was going on in the field.
In the pit in the center of the ring, Luo Tang held a halberd in both hands and maintained a forward posture. His clothes were torn, but his steps were still solid and his breath was very steady.
But hundreds of meters away, everyone could only see a figure lying motionless in a pothole.
Everyone knows that that is Yang Yunlong.
Being blown away a thousand meters by this blow and leaving such a big hole, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
Now he is lying in there motionless, which further proves everyone's thoughts.
"It's over...it's over! Lao Yang has lost! It seems that he has lost completely."
Bai Yuxuan spoke in surprise.
Song Wenfeng nodded slightly.
"Yes, although the two of them only collided once, this time should be the strongest attack of the two. Otherwise, the protective formation pattern would not have needed Duan Guanshi and the others to protect it."
"Everyone, get ready and think about how to comfort Yunlong."
"After all, he has always only regarded his brother as his opponent. He challenged Overlord because he believed that Overlord was powerful enough for him to take him seriously."
"It doesn't matter if he loses this battle. With Yunlong's ability, every time he fails, his strength will increase rapidly."
"It's just that he lost so quickly and so completely, I'm afraid it's hard for him to accept."
Having known Yang Yunlong for eighteen years, Song Wenfeng knew Yang Yunlong's temperament very well.
Qian Bo and others nodded slightly.
Song Wenfeng had a very high voice in their circle.
This is something Song Wenfeng achieved bit by bit by relying on his own abilities.
Just when everyone was thinking about how to comfort Yang Yunlong.
Suddenly feeling something, Song Wenfeng and others quickly turned their heads to look at the hole where Yang Yunlong fell in the distance. Sensing the changes that had taken place there, their expressions gradually turned from dazed to solemn.
Next to the arena.
Duan Yuanji looked towards the arena in front with a complicated expression.
"The Overlord's clothes are torn like this, and there are still some blood stains on his body, but his breath is still stable. The Yang family boy has lost this battle."
Li Zimin and others nodded.
Luo Tang won and Yang Yunlong lost.
Once this news gets out, I'm afraid the top federal officials will hold an emergency meeting soon.
Discuss whether to change the current charter for educating the younger generation.
"Xiao Ke, get ready to announce."
"yes."
Ke Maoyan nodded and stepped forward, preparing to board the ring to check Yang Yunlong's condition.
If there are no other questions, we can directly declare that Luo Tang won this battle.
However, just as he stepped out with his left foot, he sensed a strange aura coming from the pit where Yang Yunlong fell in the distance.
…
Arena center.
Luo Tang changed his hands to one, holding the halberd and standing diagonally backward.
Luo Tang didn't hold back the slightest blow just now.
Under the gaze of the Eye of Time Delay, Yang Yunlong was easily found among the blizzard silver dragon.
Then, with the blessing of the Overlord's power, he smashed the Tianlong city-breaking halberd on Yang Yunlong.
Even the attack of Tianlong City Breaking Halberd was consumed by the Blizzard Silver Dragon by nearly 90%.
It is not something that a second-level non-corporeal spiritual master like Yang Yunlong can resist.
Now, just wait for Ke Maoyan to announce the results.
You can just take your own battle trophies.
But just then.
Sensing the hint of sharpness coming from the front, Luo Tang frowned slightly.
"Strange... Why does this aura feel much stronger than before... However, it seems to be less popular?"
Luo Tang was very confused.
With the blessing of the Eye of Time Lag, Luo Tang knew that Yang Yunlong must have tried his best.
But the aura released from the pothole in front is much stronger than what I felt before.
What Luo Tang couldn't understand even more was that the part of the 'popularity' in this aura that originally belonged to Yang Yunlong was less than before.
When Luo Tang was confused, the next moment.
“Peng!
!”
A powerful aura suddenly erupted from the hole where Yang Yunlong was!
…
In a pothole.
Blood spilled from the corner of Yang Yunlong's mouth, and he was lying inside with a large font, his eyes were vacant and motionless.
"I lost...lost so completely..."
At the beginning of the battle, combine some information you know.
Power type, uses halberd.
Yang Yunlong simulated the scene of his battle with Luo Tang countless times in his mind.
Half of them win or lose.
Regardless of the outcome, both sides were evenly matched during the battle.
But he never expected it.
After just the first collision, he was already defeated.
Although this attack was a full force one, Yang Yunlong believed that he should not be defeated so easily.
Regardless of his strength or identity, it is not allowed.
The empty eyes were a little blurry.
The scene in front of me became like a lake.
A tall black figure appeared in front of him.
Seeing this figure from behind, Yang Yunlong murmured.
"elder brother……"
The shouts came out, but the figure did not turn around, still facing Yang Yunlong.
But the voice has come.
"You're a waste... you lost the battle at the second level... you're really a waste. Your talent is too poor. Cut off this path as soon as possible and just live your life as a kid from a rich family!"
Hear this sound.
Yang Yunlong felt as if he had been hit hard.
"Am I...really a waste..."
While my brain was buzzing, my heart felt a twinge of pain.
The word "waste" kept impacting Yang Yunlong's heart.
With dull eyes, Yang Yunlong stared motionlessly at the illusory back that had not dissipated.
Various scenes from the past come to mind.
Yang Yunlong seemed to have returned to ten years ago.
It was raining heavily, and his brother, who had just celebrated his tenth birthday, held him in one hand and held a photo frame in the other.
More than a dozen coffins covered with the flags of the Federation, the Spirit Master Association, and the military followed behind.
Cross the Imperial Capital and send to the northern suburbs of Kowloon.
During the whole process, my brother said nothing, while Yang Yunlong cried non-stop on the side.
The funeral is over.
On the way back, Yang Yunlong heard that word from his brother for the first time.
"waste……"
Memories quickly passed through Yang Yunlong's mind like a fleeting glance.
"Pa~ stuck!"
The screen is broken.
Yang Yunlong was still lying in the pothole, his eyes gradually recovered, and silver light shone in them.
"Trash... I'm not trash... I'm not trash!"
A low roar came out.
The Snow Silver Spear, which had been silent in the Yuling Space before losing its spiritual support, burst into dazzling silver light at this moment!