175: Chapter 175 This championship was too easy.

A violent humming sound, as if it were about to tear the entire space apart, erupted from the core engine of the armor!

Countless brilliant golden runes, filled with an aura of sanctity and majesty, surged crazily out of every crevice of the armor!

Like the most devout believers, they rapidly circled and intertwined around Newton's body!

Eventually, they converged behind him into a colossal figure, a hundred meters tall, wearing golden divine armor, holding a Sword of Judgment, and with twelve wings of light unfurled behind it...

A phantom of a god!

That divine phantom stood tall, reaching the heavens and the earth!

Its eyes, composed of pure light and filled with indifference and condescension, coldly stared down at the tiny Wang Pingan, who looked like nothing more than dust!

A supreme, sacred pressure, impossible to describe in words and seemingly originating from a higher dimension, descended with a boom!

It enveloped the entire arena!

"Holy crap! What is this?! Have… have the gods descended to earth?!"

"The Descent of the Heavenly God! Is… is this the legendary strongest school-protecting divine skill of Tianshen Military Academy, 'The Descent of the Heavenly God'?!"

"It is said that this divine skill can only be cultivated by the most brilliant and monstrous geniuses of each generation! Once mastered, one can summon the will projection of an 'Ancient Heavenly God' and gain terrifying power comparable to a Seventh-Rank Grandmaster!"

"Too… too terrifying! Newton has actually cultivated this divine skill to such a level!"

Everyone in the audience who knew their stuff stood up from their seats in shock upon seeing that towering golden divine phantom!

Their faces were filled with extreme shock and fear that could not be described in words!

They knew that Newton was staking his life on this!

He was gambling all his life, all his will, and all his honor on this final strike!

On the arena.

Wang Pingan raised his head.

He looked at that towering "birdman" radiating blinding golden light.

Then he looked at Newton, who had merged with the "birdman" phantom and wore a look of "sanctity" and "determination."

His perpetually lazy face finally revealed a hint of…

A look of "disdain."

"Sigh."

He sighed softly again.

"Why is there another one?"

"Can't you have some originality?"

"One turns into a gorilla, the other turns into a birdman."

"Are you guys participating in a competition or opening a zoo?"

Although his voice wasn't loud, this mockery filled with "innocence" and "curiosity" was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the arena's amplification equipment.

"Pfft…"

Countless people in the audience were once again amused to the point of spitting out their drinks by his mockery, which was full of "divine plot twists."

As for Auston, when he heard Wang Pingan's insulting words…

…his face, hidden beneath the cold helmet and filled with sanctity and determination…

…instantly twisted.

He felt that he had suffered an unprecedented, extreme insult!

"Die!"

He no longer had any hesitation!

At this moment, he and the golden god behind him merged into one!

The hundred-meter-tall golden god suddenly raised the Sword of Judgment in its hand, which was composed of pure light!

It carried a supreme will capable of judging all living beings and purifying everything!

Towards the tiny Wang Pingan, who was already a dead man in his eyes!

It slashed down fiercely!

Before the sword could even fall…

…the entire Central Sacred Hall began to tremble violently!

The energy barrier surrounding the arena, which was composed of special energy and claimed to be able to withstand the full-force strike of a Seventh-Rank Grandmaster…

…emitted "crack, crack" sounds of unbearable strain under that terrifying sword pressure!

It seemed as if it would shatter completely at any moment!

It's over!

This time, that arrogant youth is done for!

This thought popped into everyone's mind.

However.

Just at the moment before the Sword of Judgment, which was capable of severing stars, was about to fall…

Wang Pingan finally moved.

He didn't extend a finger like he did before.

Nor did he use any strange illusions like before.

He just slowly raised his right hand.

Clenched it into a fist.

Then, towards that golden god descending from the sky, exuding an aura of destruction…

…he threw a punch casually.

He didn't use any martial arts techniques.

It was just a seemingly ordinary, even somewhat soft punch, as if he were just trying to shoo away an annoying fly in front of him.

But.

The moment his fist was thrown…

Boom!!!

A terrifying power, impossible to describe in words and seemingly originating from the very beginning of the universe, the most ancient and primal source…

…erupted from his seemingly plain fist!

At that moment.

The entire world seemed to lose all sound and color!

In everyone's eyes, only one ray of light remained!

A silver light, brilliant to the extreme and dazzling to the extreme, as if it were gathered from billions of stars!

That light tore through space!

It pierced through time!

With an inconceivable posture that transcended all laws of physics and everyone's cognition!

It instantly appeared before that towering golden god!

Then.

Amidst countless gazes that had completely petrified in extreme horror…

…it passed through it nonchalantly.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There was no world-destroying explosion.

That arrogant golden god, which seemed to want to judge all living beings…

…along with the Sword of Judgment in its hand…

…the moment it touched that ray of silver light…

…just quietly, silently…

…vanished.

Yes.

It vanished.

It was like a phantom bubble illuminated by sunlight.

Not even a trace of its existence remained.

It dissipated with the wind.

Newton's tall, upright figure, clad in silver power armor, tumbled out from the sky full of golden light particles.

He stood there blankly.

His eyes, hidden beneath the helmet and filled with horror and disbelief, stared fixedly at his empty hands.

His mind was blank.

"Now."

Wang Pingan's voice rang out leisurely.

He slowly retracted the fist that had created the miracle.

Then he looked at Auston, who had become completely dumbfounded.

His face revealed a look of "boredom," the loneliness of an expert.

"I already said it."

"I have never been one to like fighting and killing."

"Now look at this."

"The championship is mine again."

"Sigh."

"Winning is so boring."