Chapter 782: Terrorous Aura! The Entire Arena Stunned!

"Decisive match......"

Wang Tai shook his head and said, "It seems the daughter you favored will lose."

He admitted that Xu Jingming was indeed a genius unseen in a hundred years.

But age and rank stand in the way—twenty-year-old Xu Jingming at seventh-rank lower tier finds it nearly impossible to defeat Wu Xuan, who is over sixty and at eighth-rank upper tier.

"Xiao Xi was already at a disadvantage; her defeat is normal."

Leng Cang couldn't help but sigh.

Though he said so, his eyes remained fixed on Xu Jingming.

He hoped for some miracle in the coming match.

"Wu Xuan, eighth-rank upper tier, Element Wind System, A-class Grand Master."

In terms of speed, even if I unfurl my Thunder Dragon Wings, I still couldn't catch him."

"That means close combat is utterly impossible..."

Xu Jingming stood tall and upright at the very front of the floating island.

While waiting for the match to begin, he silently pondered his next strategy.

With a full major rank difference, as a Thunder-element adept, challenging a Wind-element adept in speed was tantamount to suicide.

Simply closing in meant being endlessly kited—likely never even seeing Wu Xuan's shadow before being obliterated by Wind-element combat arts.

But Xu Jingming was not merely a warrior—he was also an Elementalist!

His body couldn't catch Wu Xuan, but his Thunder-element combat arts could!

"Let's see whose spell-based combat art is stronger."

Xu Jingming silently thought, as the referee's voice echoed in his ears:

"Both combatants, prepare—the fourth round match is about to initiate teleportation!"

As the words ended, a teleportation button appeared before Xu Jingming's eyes.

Without hesitation, he pressed the button.

Before the audience's expectant gazes, Xu Jingming and Wu Xuan vanished from their spots and reappeared in the virtual city ahead.

Shhh—

In the simulated city, at a crossroads, Xu Jingming's tall, muscular figure slowly materialized.

"Thunderstorm Form!"

Crackling—

Golden lightning flared as Xu Jingming instantly entered his over-three-meter-tall enhanced form.

His cold, reptilian pupils glowed with endless bloodlust and fury.

To fight an eighth-rank upper tier Grand Master, he had to give everything.

Thunder Extreme Form only boosted his power fourfold—far weaker than the sevenfold boost of Thunderstorm Form.

Whoosh—

He activated his SS-rank perception combat art, "Heart Net," and his spiritual energy surged outward.

All scenery within a three-kilometer radius appeared in his mind like a 3D model.

Yet he found no trace of Wu Xuan's presence.

"He must be outside my combat art's perception range. If so, then straight up into the sky."

Boom!!

With a thunderous crash, Xu Jingming crushed the hard earth beneath him into a deep crater!

Using the recoil, his body, wreathed in lightning, shot skyward like a rocket!

Only when he reached nearly two hundred meters above ground did his bone-spiked Thunder Dragon Wings snap open behind him with a sharp sound.

He gently flapped them, hovering midair.

Swoosh!!

Simultaneously, five kilometers away, a figure burst upward from the city below.

It was Wu Xuan!

He was enveloped in deep azure gales, radiating the formidable pressure of an eighth-rank upper tier Grand Master.

In his right hand, he held a staff nearly two meters long.

His elemental weapon.

"Oh? You're not hiding? You actually dare to fly up to fight me?"

Wu Xuan, having spotted Xu Jingming, was surprised.

In his view, Xu Jingming should have been hiding in some building right now.

"Still, better—no need to waste time searching."

Wu Xuan smiled faintly, and the azure gales swirling around him surged into the wind-element weapon in his hand.

Boom!!!

A terrifying energy surge erupted as he swung his staff.

A colossal hurricane, as if piercing heaven and earth, roared toward Xu Jingming!

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

The gales howled, uprooting buildings and swallowing them into the hurricane.

Ordinary hurricanes, though powerful, weren't highly lethal.

A typical third-rank adept could endure a natural hurricane with sheer physical strength.

But Wu Xuan's hurricane was different.

The howling winds were like razor blades; the entire hurricane resembled a meat grinder.

Once towering buildings were pulled in, cement and steel alike shattered into dust in an instant!

Clearly, Wu Xuan at eighth-rank upper tier was more than twice as strong as previous Grand Masters who had appeared.

"It's the Wind-element S+ combat art—'Blade Hurricane'!"

"He opens with such a powerful art—he's leaving Xu Jingming zero chance."

"Who says otherwise? Xu Jingming's in serious danger now."

"......"

A wave of stunned exclamations rose from the audience seats.

Almost every Grand Master had a signature combat art.

Wu Xuan's signature art was precisely this "Blade Hurricane."

He had refined it to Master-level proficiency; once unleashed, the hurricane possessed terrifying lethality.

Most crucially, it was an area-of-effect art—no escape, no evasion possible.

Because it also carried a binding effect: once pulled into the hurricane,

Wu Xuan would follow up with a barrage of spell-based combat arts, leaving no chance to defend.

"This is what an eighth-rank upper tier Grand Master can do? Truly formidable."

Above the city, Xu Jingming stood proudly erect.

Deep within his crimson dragon pupils, a burning battle intent had ignited.

"Ultimate Radiant Thunder Ring!"

Hum—

A brilliant golden wheel slowly rotated behind Xu Jingming.

At that moment, his suppressed aura exploded outward without restraint!

Within a thousand-meter radius around him, the ground became a golden sea of lightning, mercilessly devouring the city below.

Simultaneously, a spectral image of the Thunder God manifested above his head.

SSS-rank combat art—"Thunder God Descends!"

The already furious Dautian Divine Lightning grew even deeper in hue, raging wildly across the city below.

But this wasn't over!

Thunder Domain!

A strange ripple spread from Xu Jingming's body.

The lightning swirling within a ten-meter radius around him boiled violently, radiating terrifying energy.

Thunderstorm Form, Thunder Domain, Thunder God Descends!

At this moment, Xu Jingming's power surged to its peak—terrible energy radiated outward.

This aura, processed by the virtual world's holographic projection, reached the audience seats.

Each person felt as if they were there, engulfed by that terrifying pressure.

"Is this SS-rank elemental power? I feel my heart pounding!"

"What's going on? Xu Jingming feels no weaker than Master Wu Xuan!"

"This aura feels off—when did Xu Jingming break through to seventh-rank middle tier?"

"......"

Instantly, the entire audience erupted in shock, staring in disbelief at the holographic projection of Xu Jingming.

Things... weren't unfolding as they'd predicted?