The verdant flas solidified into a large "fruit" resembling so sort of jade-colored crystal, crystal-clear and translucent. Inside, one could clearly see the distinctly granular and full "pulp," along with elegantly patterned "fibrous veins." The "fruit" rooted itself in the void, fiercely drawing in the endless heat waves from the surrounding air as it rapidly grew and strengthened.
As the Jade Fruit expanded quickly, those in the arena surprisingly experienced a hint of "cold." Apparently, the temperature of the surrounding environnt was dropping swiftly. The rolling lava on the ground had solidified at so point without anyone realizing. It seed as if all the heat in this space had been absorbed by the jade-colored fruit, hidden beneath its crystal-clear, green skin.
Yang Nan, wielding a war saber, was now the sole seventh-rank Supernova remaining in the arena. As he watched the Jade Fruit take shape, he felt the aura subtly radiating from the "fruit." His expression montarily fell into shock and a trance, as if struggling to believe what he was seeing. He muttered in a low voice, "This is... Au... Au..."
But before he could fully voice his murmur, the Jade Fruit at the center of the battleground seed to ripen to an extre. Its jade-green skin could no longer contain the thick, sweet pulp within. Shaking, trembling, gently... it burst open.
WHOOSH—
There was no earth-shattering roar, only near silence.
At the mont the fruit burst, everyone saw only pure green. It was as if they had been suddenly thrown into a raging jade sea. Their entire beings—body, mind, and soul—were consud by the vibrant color, almost lting into it. This ultimate sea of jade-green lasted for several breaths before quickly receding. In the blink of an eye, it vanished as completely as if washed away by water. The overwhelming sensation, as if they were about to lt away, now seed as distant as a beautiful, hazy, jade-colored dream.
When everyone ca back to their senses, it was as if nothing had happened at all. However, when their attention returned to the center of the arena, everyone’s pupils contracted sharply. Even the calst among them couldn’t help but gasp.
In the center of the battleground, a tall, upright figure stood alone. Beside him, of the six Sky-level chas that had been about to besiege him, only two remained relatively intact. Their exteriors had all lted and twisted, as if soaked in lava. The monstrous steel beasts had their outer plating peeled away, revealing scarred and mottled "flesh" underneath. The huge superalloy bodies stood silent and motionless, frozen in their postures. Upon closer inspection, one could sense that every inch of their fras seed to tremble slightly.
Lu Yuan let out a long, hot breath. PHEW—
At this mont, he felt as if he had been completely "drained." Not just him; the surrounding space also seed to have been "drained." The heat that had been flowing towards him like countless converging rivers was now just a trickle.
That single Super Kill had sent Lu Yuan’s [The Fire Chaser: Fla of the Azure (Legendary Level)] panel into "cooldown."
Is this the Super Kill of a Legendary Level Professional Panel?
A single move had "lted" four Sky-level chas. Even Lu Yuan himself was astonished by its terrifying power. But the cost of using such a move was also imnse; he had almost completely lost his "combat power" for a short ti. It felt as if he had just completely drained his "mana."
Thankfully, I have more than one Professional Panel.
Lu Yuan thought, gently tapping his glabella. The jade-green color in his pupils quietly faded, replaced by two blood-red lotuses that blood and revolved. The [Elephant God: Ming King (Extraordinary)] Professional Panel replaced [The Fire Chaser: Fla of the Azure (Legendary Level)] panel and began to glow brightly.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!—
Within a few breaths, Lu Yuan’s slender, handso figure swelled rapidly. An indestructible Demon Mountain seed to rise abruptly in the arena, and bewitching blood-red flowers blood... His previously weakened aura surged back to its peak, taking on a different form, a different posture.
When the three-headed, six-ard Ming King form was fully revealed, Lu Yuan stood fifteen ters tall. Towering like a mountain, the difference in size between him and the two remaining Sky-level chas in the arena no longer seed so vast.
"Still... this form feels more solid, more comfortable," Lu Yuan, now in his three-headed, six-ard state, murmured to himself. He slowly twisted his neck, and a dull RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE, like boulders grinding together, echoed from the friction of flesh and bone within his massive Ming King body.
He took a sudden step forward.
BOOM!
The next second, his figure appeared in front of a Sky-level cha.
He tilted his head back.
Lu Yuan squinted, calmly gazing at the behemoth before him. His eyes, shining with the Double Flower Rotation, seed to pierce through the thick superalloy shell, seeing the pale, terrified pilot in the cockpit within.
Before the steel behemoth could react, Lu Yuan reached out. His six arms lightly grasped the Sky-level cha’s massive fra.
CRUNCH! CRUNCH!—
His powerful fingers dug deep into the cha’s superalloy shell, a material forged from a mix of rare extraterrestrial tals.
Lu Yuan exerted a little pressure.
BOOM!
A terrifying aura, like an erupting volcano, suddenly surged from him.
Under the utterly disbelieving gazes of the onlookers, Lu Yuan’s six arms stretched out... He actually lifted the Sky-level cha, a machine tens of ters tall, clean off the ground!
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