181: Chapter 181 Amidst Ruins! The Collapse of Rules! Demolishing a Gundam with Bare Hands!

That throat-slitting gesture, clear, slow, and filled with undisguised killing intent.

Through the massive live broadcast screen, it was precisely transmitted to every corner of the arena, and it was also branded into the pupils of Li Qingcang in the VIP box.

Time seemed to be completely frozen by this gaze.

The vast arena, with tens of thousands of spectators, was deathly silent.

Everyone seemed to have their throats gripped, blankly watching the boy standing on the shoulder of the steel giant; his figure was not tall, yet he appeared like a god or demon.

Rumble—

Having lost its head and the core of all its commands, Titan's massive body could no longer maintain its balance.

It began to sway violently, like a drunken giant.

Subsequently, under the gaze of everyone, it crashed backward to the ground.

The massive steel body slammed heavily onto the alloy arena, emitting a deafening boom, and the entire ground trembled because of it.

Dust and broken parts were kicked up into the sky, as if offering a tragic funeral for the curtain call of this once domineering war weapon.

It was no longer a threat.

From this moment on, it was just a pile of cold, meaningless steel scrap.

The figure of Lin Qi drifted down lightly from the sky filled with dust, standing steadily atop the ruins of scattered parts.

His chest was rising and falling slightly.

The improved version of Heavenly Demon Disintegration placed a huge burden on his Physical Body; even for him, he felt a surge of blood and Qi at this moment.

But he stood straight, his eyes still cold and sharp, as if it wasn't him who had just torn through steel with his bare hands.

From the moment he began his counterattack to twisting off Titan's head, the entire process took less than three minutes.

Three minutes.

A "natural enemy of the physical type" once considered indestructible, a technological barrier claimed to have 80% physical damage reduction, just like that, turned into a pile of scrap metal.

The so-called "physical immunity," in the face of the most extreme, most unreasonable "structural destruction," was as fragile as a joke.

"..."

Dead silence.

A dead silence longer and more thorough than any previous time.

If Lin Qi defeating Xiao Kuangyun before was letting people see the barbarity of ancient martial arts.

Defeating Han Qianchi was subverting their understanding of class restraint.

Then this time, dismantling Titan with bare hands was pinning their entire worldview to the ground, using the most brutal method to completely shatter it, and then ruthlessly stomping on it a few times!

Is this even martial arts?

This is simply a myth!

"Gulp."

I don't know who it was, but they swallowed hard.

This tiny sound was like lighting the fuse of a gunpowder barrel.

After a silence lasting more than ten seconds, the entire online live broadcast room was completely submerged by the instantly flooding bullet comments.

"Holy crap!"

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"What the Hell did I just see? What did I see! That was Titan! The pinnacle achievement of the Mechanical Cult!"

"He dismantled a mecha? With his bare hands?!"

"Monster! This guy is definitely a monster! A humanoid monster!"

"Mom asked me why I'm watching the match on my knees..."

"From today on, I declare, God Lin is my only faith!"

Inside the arena, Zhang Wei in the spectator seats had his mouth open wide enough to fit an egg, and the expression on his face had changed from dullness to fanatical worship.

"Qi... Brother Qi is awesome!"

Beside him, Instructor Su Qing, on that icy, pretty face, a pair of beautiful Phoenix eyes widened, red lips slightly parted, having completely lost her usual calmness and composure.

"Using machinery as the ox, using Protective Aura as the blade... He really... did it..."

In the corner, Old Mo was trembling with excitement; he laughed loudly as if no one else was around, laughing until tears streamed down.

"Haha! Hahahaha! Did you see it! This is the 'Truth'! This is the stuff of our Old Ancestor! What data! What technology! In front of the true 'Truth', it's all bullsh*t!"

In stark contrast to the ecstasy and shock on this side was the Hell on the other side.

Inside the Mechanical Cult's lounge, there was dead silence.

A researcher in a white coat looked at the stock curve plummeting on the screen, his legs went weak, and he collapsed directly onto the floor.

"It's over... It's all over..."

And in the VIP box.

Li Qingcang stared fixedly at the figure standing in the ruins on the screen, and his throat-slitting provocative gesture.

He only felt a rush of hot blood straight to his crown, and his vision went black in waves.

All his trump cards, all his calculations, the "technological barrier" he was so proud of, in front of this monster, had become a huge joke.

That contemptuous look, that provocative gesture, was like a loud slap, fiercely striking his face.

"Pfft—"

Li Qingcang could no longer suppress the rage and blood Qi in his chest; he suddenly bent over, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, splattering onto the expensive carpet in front of him.

"Father!"

Li Pojun beside him exclaimed and hurriedly supported him.

The referee stood stunned under the ring for a full half minute, as if just waking from a dream, before scrambling up onto the chaotic arena.

He looked at the massive steel wreckage under his feet, then looked at Lin Qi, who stood on the wreckage with an indifferent expression, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

He walked to Lin Qi's side, tremblingly raised his hand, and announced in a voice that was almost distorted, roaring:

"The second match of the semi-finals! The winner—"

"Longya Academy! Lin Qi!"

"He... has advanced to the grand finals!"

Boom!!!

When the three words "Grand Finals" rang out, the emotions that had been accumulating for a long time in the entire arena were finally completely detonated at this moment!

The mountain-shaking and sea-roaring cheers almost lifted the dome of the entire venue!

This time, no one dared to question Lin Qi's strength anymore.

This time, no one dared to call him a "Blank Slate Trash" anymore.

In everyone's eyes, only awe and fanaticism remained!

On the huge electronic screen, the final matchup chart was finally generated.

Lin Qi's photo and another photo were placed side by side.

That was the biggest favorite to win the tournament, a man who had been undefeated since the start of the competition, crushing all opponents with absolute thunderous power.

Kyoto University, "God of Thunder" Li Pojun!

One was the pinnacle of utilizing digitized rules to the extreme, controlling thunder.

The other, however, was an Incarnation of ancient martial arts that was completely unreasonable, tearing through rules with bare hands.

A clash of Titans!

Everyone began to look forward to this ultimate showdown, which could be called the most incredible of this century!

In the VIP box, Li Pojun slowly stood up from his seat; he did not look at his father, who was spitting blood beside him, but instead looked at Lin Qi on the arena from a long distance away.

On that face that had always been arrogant and domineering, there was an unprecedented calmness at this moment.

He looked at the man standing on the ruins, looked at his cold eyes, and after a long while, he slowly opened his mouth and said to his father beside him:

"Father, this time, let me use an open conspiracy to send him on his way."