393: Chapter 393 One-Click Screen Clearing

In the arena, the atmosphere was pushed to a peak of extreme madness.

The host roared, piling up Yan Pojun's past achievements with flowery rhetoric, as if he were not a fighter, but a deity about to descend upon the mortal world.

One hundred and forty-one burly men surrounded Yan Pojun; they were no longer contestants, but more like believers in some fanatical ritual, using their bodies to build the sturdiest rampart for the "divine statue" at the center.

Xu Biao stood among the crowd, his heart pounding wildly.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The pressure emanating from Yan Pojun was so tangible it made him almost unable to catch his breath.

This was no longer a match.

This was an execution.

A magnificent and cruel execution led by Yan Pojun, dedicated to a hundred thousand spectators!

And they, these one hundred and forty-one unlucky bastards, weren't even considered sacrifices; at most, they were decorations placed by the side of the altar.

The only variable was the girl standing opposite them, Lin Yao.

She still stood there all alone, without any fear on her face, but instead was extremely seriously preparing for something...

Xu Biao felt he must have seen it wrong.

The world had gone completely mad.

Xu Biao's brain had given up on thinking. Right now, he just wanted to be a proper background extra, wait for this absurd farce to end, and then go home for a couple of drinks.

Just then, Yan Pojun, in the center, moved.

He didn't burst into a beast-like charge at the start like he did ten years ago.

He simply took a step.

Step by step, he walked forward slowly and heavily.

With every footfall, the entire alloy arena emitted a dull resonance.

An invisible pressure radiated outward in circles, centered on his footsteps.

Xu Biao and the others standing behind him felt as if a transparent wall was pushing forward.

They involuntarily retreated.

One step, two steps, three steps...

One hundred and forty-one people were forced to keep retreating by the aura of a single man.

Their faces were written with horror.

No matter how strong Yan Pojun was back then, it should have been impossible to shock people into immobility just with his aura!

“Oh my god! God Yan's aura... He hasn't even started to exert himself yet!”

The host on the high-altitude floating platform, his voice cracked due to excessive excitement.

“He's accumulating! He's accumulating a power sufficient to tear the sky apart!”

“Friends in the audience! What you are witnessing is the most powerful sense of oppression in the history of the Organization!”

Yan Pojun was deaf to everything around him.

His gaze passed over the girl opposite him who was warming up her wrists, casting it toward the VIP room at the highest point.

Officer Wen Yan, Officer Zhong Huai.

They were all watching.

Commander Qin Zhan's voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

“Sever the past! Don't enter Fangs with a tail!”

What was the past?

The undefeated legend of the Organization? The uncrowned king of Linzhou's underground fighting circle?

The arrogant and domineering young master who thought he was number one in the world?

These were all his glories, and they were all his burdens.

Today, right here.

In front of a hundred thousand spectators, in front of the two officers.

He would personally hold the grandest funeral for his own glorious past!

This battle had nothing to do with the girl opposite him.

This was Yan Pojun's personal retirement ceremony!

Thinking of this, Yan Pojun's footsteps stopped.

He stood in the very center of the arena, fifty meters away from Lin Yao.

He slowly raised his right hand, reaching into the air.

His five fingers spread open, and then he suddenly clenched them!

Buzz!

The air emitted a high-frequency vibrating hum.

A long blade made entirely of transparent energy appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The blade had no color, no physical form, only spatial distortion caused by the extreme condensation of energy, outlining the silhouette of a sharp blade.

The majestic momentum that had been radiating outward, the moment the long blade formed, all poured back and was sucked into this transparent weapon.

All the pressure vanished.

Yan Pojun closed his eyes.

His entire being became as calm as a deep well.

It was as if the world-swallowing god of slaughter from just now was merely everyone's hallucination.

But everyone could see.

This was the ultimate tranquility before the storm.

Xu Biao's heart was almost jumping out of his throat; he tightly covered his mouth, fearing he would make the slightest sound.

Above the arena, the giant countdown numbers reached zero.

“Clang—!”

The bell signaling the start of the match rang throughout the venue!

At the very instant the bell rang.

Yan Pojun opened his eyes.

There were no extra movements.

No earth-shattering roars.

He simply raised the transparent long blade in his hand toward the front, toward the empty air.

Gently, he swung it horizontally.

A faint bright line, almost impossible to detect, extended out from the tip of the blade.

There was no sound.

No air burst.

That bright line silently traversed the fifty-meter distance, passing through the ground in front of Lin Yao, through the alloy guardrails of the arena, through the spectator stands, through the special glass of the VIP room... through the entire massive dome of the Organization.

One second.

Two seconds.

Nothing happened.

The host opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.

In the spectator stands, someone let out a confused boo.

Xu Biao was also stunned.

That was it? All bark and no bite?

Only Zhong Huai and Wen Yan in the VIP room tensed up simultaneously.

Yan Pojun looked at the cracked stone slab beneath his feet that preserved his footprint from ten years ago.

It was this very thing that gave him inspiration.

The best way to sever the past is to completely shatter it.

He raised his foot and stomped down heavily.

Crack!

A long, thin fissure appeared on the alloy floor beneath his feet.

And this fissure was the fuse that ignited the powder keg!

The next instant!

The bright line that spanned the entire arena exploded with light!

An indescribable, terrifying energy erupted along that invisible cutting line!

Rumble—!

The entire arena was neatly split down the middle!

Starting from the fissure at Yan Pojun's feet, a bottomless canyon instantly formed, dividing the entire circular field in two!

The violent energy shockwave didn't go upward, but instead swept along the ground toward the direction behind him.

Xu Biao only felt a flash of white light before an irresistible force slammed into his chest.

His consciousness plunged into total darkness in less than 0.1 seconds.

Just like him.

The one hundred and forty burly men behind him were like sand sculptures hit by a giant wave, instantly washed away completely.

Some were thrown directly into the air, tracing a parabola before crashing heavily outside the field.

Others fainted on the spot, collapsing limply.

During the entire process, there wasn't even time for a single scream.

With just one strike.

Except for Lin Yao, who stood on the other side of the fissure completely unharmed.

The entire field was cleared!