397: Chapter 397 Second One-Click Screen Clearing

The entire Organization shook violently.

Above the arena, the energy shield made of special materials let out a strained scream the moment it came into contact with the white light.

"Warning! Warning! Energy Core No. 1 is overloaded!"

"Energy Core No. 2 is... overloaded!"

"All maintenance devices have reached 300% power! The energy circuits are about to burn out!"

Piercing electronic alarms blared frantically in the backstage control room, but they were soon drowned out by even more violent explosions.

The Duel Arena's maintenance devices were running at full capacity, yet they were like a candle in a gale, flickering on the verge of collapse.

That sea of white light, centered on Yan Pojun, expanded outward frantically.

It swallowed the ground, swallowed that deep rift, and swallowed half the arena.

Immediately following that...

*Snap!*

A soft sound.

At that moment, every light, every screen, and every operating device in the entire Organization went dark.

A total blackout!

The massive venue holding a hundred thousand people was instantly plunged into pitch-black darkness.

Panic began to spread through the crowd.

However, in the next second, all panic was replaced by an even more extreme emotion.

It was... shock.

Because the darkness did not last.

In that absolute darkness, the only and most dazzling light source was the sea of white light in the center of the arena, still expanding and releasing destructive energy.

It was like a sun born out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

The light was so blinding, so pure, and so brilliant.

Everyone present, whether their eyes were closed or open, had their entire field of vision filled with this pure white.

An eternal mark was seared onto their retinas.

This scene was destined to be remembered by them for the rest of their lives.

The intense white light gradually receded, leaving behind a charred ruin.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of burnt metal.

At the center of the arena, on the edge of that massive crater, tiny electrical sparks leaped across the broken alloy plates.

A hundred thousand spectators held their breath, staring intently at the dust-filled core area.

A blurry figure slowly stood upright amidst the wasteland.

Most of Yan Pojun's dark silver battle armor had shattered, and exposed energy conduits were constantly spewing blue smoke.

The armor, which originally embodied a violent aesthetic, now hung on him like a heavy burden.

Part of his hair had been singed by the high heat, sticking messily to his forehead.

Bright red blood slid down from the corner of his brow, past his cheek, and dripped onto the scalding ground with a faint hiss.

However, his eyes were incredibly bright.

That arrogant, overflowing battle intent hadn't diminished in the slightest despite the devastating blow.

"God Yan... he's not dead!"

In the stands, someone was the first to shout.

This shout was like lighting a powder keg; the entire Organization instantly boiled over.

"Holy crap! He's okay after that? Is God Yan even human?"

"If he had been this fierce six years ago, Linzhou would have changed long ago!"

"This is ridiculous. An explosion of that scale should have turned even steel into liquid!"

The discussions in the audience were like a tsunami, crashing against the arena walls.

Yan Pojun couldn't hear those cheers.

His ears were filled with a heavy roaring sound, and his internal organs throbbed with pain from the violent impact.

He could feel that at least two of his ribs were broken.

But he remained standing, like an iron nail driven into the ruins.

Opposite him, those tens of thousands of "Lin Yaos" still stood quietly in the shadows.

Their expressions were cold, and though the light at the tips of their staves had dimmed slightly, that oppressive aura still enshrouded the entire venue.

With just a single thought from Lin Yao, this army could charge once more.

However, Lin Yao clearly didn't intend to end it just like that.

Those ten thousand clones raised their staves again, and elemental energy began to gather in the air once more.

Watching this, a ferocious smile actually curled onto the corner of Yan Pojun's mouth.

"Interesting, truly interesting."

He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with madness.

He suddenly gripped the physical giant blade plunged into the ground before him.

With a burst of strength from his wrist, the giant blade let out a piercing screech as it scraped against the floor.

"Little girl, against a truly strong person, a siege of this level only requires one strike."

He leaned forward slightly, and the floor beneath his feet instantly shattered.

Yan Pojun moved.

His movements weren't fast; they even carried a heavy sense of ritual.

The muscles in his sword-arm bulged suddenly, making the remaining armor plates creak and groan.

A streak of deep red light erupted from the tip of the blade, rapidly spreading across its entire length.

He swung the blade.

Again, there was no flashy blade qi, nor any deafening explosions.

It was that same thin red line, expanding silently in all directions from him as the center, like ripples on a water surface.

Wherever that thin line passed, space seemed to undergo a subtle distortion.

The dozen or so Lin Yao clones in the front row froze the moment they touched the red line.

They didn't collapse like before; instead, they directly turned into countless gray motes of light and vanished into the air.

The red line continued to spread, turning into a circular tidal wave in an instant, covering the entire field!

A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...

Under the reaping of that red ring, the "Lin Yao Army"—which was originally enough to destroy a city—was like stalks of wheat swept by a scythe.

In the span of a single breath.

The arena was empty; not a single clone could be seen anymore.

Except for Lin Yao herself, standing on the other side of the rift, completely unharmed.

The entire screen was cleared!

Yan Pojun plunged the cracked giant blade back into the ground once more.

He gasped for air, sweat mixed with blood streaming down his chin.

He looked up, staring across the distance of dozens of meters at the young girl, whose face was filled with shock.

He reached out a hand and brushed aside the wet hair covering his eyes.

"This wasn't some illusion created by external forces, but unfortunately, you're no match for me. Child, I've won! But I have received your courage."

Yan Pojun's voice was a bit hoarse, yet it carried a rare sincerity.

He didn't look down on Lin Yao just because she was a high school student.

On the contrary, this battle had allowed him to find something that had been missing for a long time.

"Little girl, are you interested in coming to Fangs for an interview?"

Yan Pojun stood in the center of the ruins.

The armor plates on his chest were still emitting a faint hum due to the overload.

The smell of burning entered his nostrils, giving his frayed nerves a slight sense of relief.

He looked at the young girl opposite him.

Lin Yao stood at the edge of the rift, her hair ruffled by the wind.

Yan Pojun was certain he had won.

With that strike just now, he had used the secret [Lawbreaking] technique passed down within Fangs.

It was a killing move specifically designed for large-scale summons and energy bodies.

He was waiting for her to admit defeat, or for a response to his interview offer.

But at that moment, Lin Yao looked up.

The ruined arena was reflected in her clear eyes.