394: Chapter 394 Huh? Can I snap my fingers?

The entire Organization fell into a deathly silence.

A hundred thousand spectators lost their voices simultaneously.

Everyone stared blankly at the surreal scene before them.

The massive arena had been split in two by a deep rift valley.

And the extension of that rift had left a uniform, clean cut across the stands beneath their feet, the walls beside them, and the dome above their heads!

The entire Organization, this landmark building of Linzhou...

Had been split open by a single strike!

More terrifyingly, aside from the contestants on the stage, not a single spectator was harmed.

The explosion of energy had been controlled to an exquisite degree!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Until...

"Holy... shit..."

Someone, squeezed out those words from a state of extreme shock.

It was like a signal.

The silent venue was instantly submerged in a landslide-like roar of wild cheering!

"God Yan!!!"

“Aaaaaaaaaah—!”

The landslide-like roar, after lasting for a full minute, subsided eerily.

It didn't fade; it stopped abruptly.

Everyone's eyes were fixed firmly on the center of the arena.

That bottomless rift, like a hideous scar, split the world in two.

On one side stood Yan Pojun, like a god or demon.

On the other side stood Lin Yao, all alone.

Yan Pojun didn't speak, nor did he make any extra movements.

He just stood there quietly as the transparent energy blade in his hand dissipated silently into the air.

His attitude was clear.

This was a line.

It was the boundary he had drawn.

It was also the final bit of dignity he was granting his opponent.

If she surrendered now and left the stage, no one would laugh at her.

For a high school student to even be standing after that strike was an honor in itself.

But if she dared to step across that line...

Then he would treat her as a true opponent who needed to be completely crushed.

This was his answer.

An answer for Officer Wen Yan, an answer for the hundred thousand spectators, and a period mark placed at the end of his own past.

How difficult it was to sever the past.

But he, Yan Pojun, had done it.

In the most violent, most magnificent, and most undeniable way.

As for the girl opposite him...

A strange sense of anticipation actually rose within Yan Pojun's thoughts.

Come on.

He hoped even more to see her bravely step across.

Even if the result was destined to be a crushing defeat.

That courage to face absolute power, that courage to calmly accept failure, was more precious than any victory.

If she stepped across, Lin Yao's future would be no worse than his own!

This could be considered the final lesson he, as a senior, could teach her.

In all honesty, he was much gentler than those freakish instructors at the Fangs Base.

On the high-altitude floating platform, the host's mouth was half-open, his mind a complete blank.

It was over.

Everything was over.

In his ten years in the industry, having commentated on thousands of matches, he had never seen such an absurd scene.

This was no longer a battle; this was a miracle!

This strike would surely go down in history.

Not only because of God Yan's return, but because this was the first time in Linzhou, and even the entire Blue Star, that a top Professional had vented their power so unreservedly in such a public setting!

The fact that Lin Yao could still stand was a miracle in itself.

God Yan's strike had shattered the arena, and it had also shattered all doubts and public outcry.

Conspiracy theories? Bullying the small?

In the face of absolute, overwhelming strength, any words seemed pale and powerless.

He had slapped everyone's faces with his actions.

The host tremblingly picked up the microphone; he felt he had an obligation to announce the result of the match and end this absurd performance.

However, at the very moment he was prepared to speak...

Lin Yao, on the opposite side, moved.

She slowly lifted her foot.

One step.

Toward that abyss, she took a tiny but incredibly firm step.

"Thud."

The crisp sound of the footstep was heard clearly within the silent venue.

The host's body froze.

The breathing of a hundred thousand spectators stopped collectively at this moment.

The focus of the entire venue converged on that petite figure.

What does she want to do?

Does she still want to fight?

Is she crazy!

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Yao took a second step.

Her foot hovered at the edge of the rift.

Just one more inch forward, and she would enter Yan Pojun's domain.

That absolute domain of death carved out by a single strike!

A rattling sound came from the commentator's throat; he wanted to scream, to warn her, but he couldn't utter a single word.

If!

If Lin Yao could really take this last step!

If she could face this world-destroying power, face that fear enough to crush one's soul!

Then regardless of victory or defeat, she would be qualified to truly stand opposite God Yan!

Not only did Yan Pojun break the doubts, but this young girl could also break all doubts!

She was a powerhouse worthy of the name; no one would laugh at her for this, they would only respect her.

After all, she was facing such a strike, such an opponent!

Lin Yao's foot landed.

She stepped across that gap.

Steadily, she stood on the half of the field belonging to Yan Pojun.

The entire venue erupted!

A hint of an approving smile finally appeared on Yan Pojun's face.

Perhaps it was relief, perhaps it was admiration.

Or perhaps, he was truly seeing Lin Yao as a reflection of his past self.

Very good.

You've got guts.

He didn't say another word.

Respect isn't given through words.

Come!

He raised both hands, bringing them together slightly in front of his chest.

In the next second, the ordinary black combat vest he was wearing shattered inch by inch, turning into powder.

In its place, pieces of dark silver armor plates shimmering with a cold metallic light emerged out of nowhere from under his skin, rapidly spreading, connecting, and assembling!

"Clack! Clack clack!"

The crisp sounds of mechanical interlocking were endless.

Shoulder guards, chest plate, bracers, greaves... every piece of armor seemed to possess a life of its own, automatically finding its most perfect position.

The sleek lines were full of violent aesthetics; what was exposed at the joints were energy conduits as intertwined as human muscle fibers, with pale blue brilliance flowing within them.

Finally, a ferocious faceplate that covered half of his face extended from the back of his neck and snapped firmly into place.

Only a pair of eyes burning with intense fighting spirit were visible!

He took a step forward.

"Boom!"

The entire arena shook once more.

This time, it was no longer the pressure of an aura, but pure, physical weight and power!

He looked at the girl opposite him.

Good, she wasn't scared off, she didn't even retreat.

Her courage had earned his final respect.

Come on, little one.

Let me use a most hearty defeat to lay the first cornerstone for your brilliant future!

Yan Pojun thought this as he raised his right hand again.

This time, it was no longer a transparent energy blade.

Instead, within his palm, the metallic parts of the armor shifted and deformed, and a physical giant blade with a wilder, heavier design suddenly ejected out accompanied by the piercing sound of electric current!

Blue electric arcs leaped wildly upon the giant blade.

The hundred thousand spectators also held their breath, waiting for that final, unstoppable blow.

Yan Pojun moved.

He didn't charge; he simply raised the giant blade in his hand high, preparing to swing it down.

However, at the very moment he raised the blade over his head and his momentum reached its peak...

Lin Yao, on the opposite side, also moved.

She simply, lightly, snapped her fingers.

"Snap."

That's strange, Lin Yao thought to herself.

When did I learn how to snap my fingers?