379: The second move is to stop you from thinking about it!

In the VIP section, the flicker of hope that had just ignited in He Yongping and Chen Hean's eyes was slowly extinguished with each of Bai Yuanlong's futile attacks.

They saw clearly that Chen Beixuan had remained standing in place the entire time.

His feet seemed rooted to the ground; no matter how tempestuous Bai Yuanlong's attacks were, he neutralized everything with only the slightest movements of his upper body.

“Hoo… hoo…”

Finally, Bai Yuanlong stopped, his golden flames flickering erratically, his chest heaving violently, and his forehead covered in sweat.

He stared at his opponent, whose breathing hadn't changed in the slightest.

And Chen Beixuan, for the first time, raised his eyes.

“The first move is over.”

Chen Beixuan’s voice, reaching the ears of billions of people inside and outside the Mount Sumeru Battlefield, was no less impactful than obtaining a treasure chest.

It’s over?

What’s over?

Bai Yuanlong’s storm-like attacks, his world-destroying momentum.

The golden Dragon flames that had plowed through the entire arena.

In your eyes, it only counts as one move?

And, it was a move that allowed you to stand still, without moving an inch, and dodge everything just by swaying your body?

Sweat dripped down Bai Yuanlong’s resolute face.

His Dragon Blood was still boiling, his golden Qi flames were still burning, but his heart slowly sank, becoming cold.

He couldn’t understand.

He truly couldn’t understand.

In that minute just now.

Every punch, every kick, contained his full power.

But why?

Why couldn’t he even touch the opponent’s clothes?

It felt like a strong man swinging a sledgehammer with all his might, trying to hit a butterfly.

No matter how much strength you use, no matter how heavy your hammer is.

The butterfly just gently flutters its wings, and all your efforts become a ridiculous empty swing.

Powerlessness, despair.

These two emotions, like vines, tightly entangled Bai Yuanlong’s heart.

He recalled the feeling he had when he saw Chen Beixuan shatter a domain with a single finger after the semifinals.

At that time, he thought he was mentally prepared, thinking he could bridge this chasm with an indomitable will.

But it wasn't until he truly stood before this chasm that he realized.

The insurmountable distance between a Mortal and an Immortal God!

In the VIP section.

He Yongping’s facial muscles twitched continuously, and Chen Hean, beside him, was ashen-faced, clenching his hands tightly.

“He… how on earth did he do it?” a young staff officer asked, his voice trembling.

No one answered him.

Because everyone present wanted to know the answer to that question.

They could only see that Bai Yuanlong’s attacks were as fast as lightning and incredibly powerful.

They could also only see that Chen Beixuan merely dodged with minimal movements while staying in place.

“Is this… the strength of a Saint Lord’s general?” He Yongping murmured, his voice filled with bitterness.

He remembered how he shamelessly pleaded with Mo Yan before the competition.

Now, looking back, how ridiculous he was.

Mo Yan was right, towering trees don’t grow in greenhouses.

Without experiencing such a failure.

Bai Yuanlong, the Dragon Country Military, and even the entire Dragon Country, would never know.

Just how high the heavens are!

“I don’t believe it!”

In the arena, Bai Yuanlong suddenly let out a furious roar.

He couldn’t accept it!

He was the ace of the Dragon Country Military, the strongest among millions of soldiers, an S-rank Dragon Blood Warrior!

He carried the nation’s glory, his teacher’s expectations, and the trust of countless supporters!

He could lose, but he absolutely could not lose so ignominiously, in a way where he couldn't even touch his opponent!

“Roar!”

Golden Dragon flames erupted from his body once more, more violently than ever before!

His eyes had been dyed golden, his rationality burned away, leaving only Battle Intent.

“Secret Art: Dragon Soul Possession!”

Bai Yuanlong poured all his strength, will, and spirit into his Dragon Bloodline!

A more solidified golden Dragon phantom soared from behind him, letting out a Soul-shaking roar, then plunged down fiercely, merging into his body!

Boom!

Bai Yuanlong’s figure swelled again, the golden scales on his body becoming thicker and shimmering with a metallic luster.

His hands transformed into ferocious Dragon Claws, and faint phantom Dragon Wings even flapped subtly behind him.

“Oh my God! Bai Yuanlong is using his ultimate trump card!”

“This is the strongest state of a Dragon Blood Warrior, gaining power beyond their limits for a short time at the cost of burning their life force!”

“He’s going all out!”

The spectators gasped; they could feel that Bai Yuanlong was at least three times stronger than before!

A complex light flashed in He Yongping and Chen Hean’s eyes again.

They were proud of Bai Yuanlong’s resolve, yet heartbroken by the reality he was about to face.

“Chen Beixuan, take my final strike!”

Bai Yuanlong’s voice became hoarse and deep, like an ancient Dragon’s roar.

He stomped his feet fiercely.

This time, the ground beneath his feet didn’t just crack; it directly collapsed into a deep pit!

His entire being transformed into a golden streak of light, moving so fast that the naked eye couldn’t catch it!

“Dragon Fights in the Wild: Sky Incineration!”

He gathered all his power into his right fist.

That ferocious Dragon Claw, burning with golden flames capable of melting steel, tore through the air and slammed towards Chen Beixuan’s chest!

However, facing this earth-shattering punch.

Chen Beixuan finally made a new move.

He no longer dodged.

He raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers, forming a sword-finger.

He gently tapped the golden fist that was smashing down like a meteor.

Under everyone’s puzzled gazes.

Amidst the Eagle Country delegation’s mocking laughter of “Is he crazy? Trying to block an attack like that with his fingers?”

Chen Beixuan’s fingertip met Bai Yuanlong’s fist.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Bai Yuanlong’s fist stopped half a meter from Chen Beixuan’s chest.

The golden Dragon flames on his fist, upon touching Chen Beixuan’s fingertip, instantly extinguished as if doused with cold water, not even a wisp of smoke rising.

Immediately after, the thick Dragon scales covering his fist began to shatter inch by inch, starting from the point of contact with Chen Beixuan’s fingertip!

In the blink of an eye, it spread throughout his entire right arm!

Bai Yuanlong’s golden pupils suddenly contracted to pinpricks.

He felt the energy from the opponent’s fingertip pierce his flesh, crush his bones.

And brutally surged into the Meridians within his body!

“Pfft!”

Bai Yuanlong spat out a mouthful of golden Blood, and his entire body flew backward, falling heavily onto the ground a hundred meters away.

The golden Qi flames on his body rapidly receded.

The ferocious Dragon Claws and thick Dragon scales all disappeared.

He reverted to his original appearance.

Only his face was pale, and his right arm hung limply at his side, clearly crippled.

The entire audience widened their eyes, as if witnessing the most incredible sight in the world.

Another single finger.

And it shattered the ultimate strike of an S-rank Dragon Blood Warrior in his strongest state?

In the VIP section, Chen Hean swayed, almost falling to the ground, but was fortunately supported by He Yongping beside him.

And Mo Yan, still leisurely leaning back in his chair, raised his wine glass and gestured remotely to the ashen-faced Chen Hean.

As if saying: See, I told you so.

In the arena, Chen Beixuan retracted his finger, looking at Bai Yuanlong, who lay on the ground, his eyes unfocused, his fighting spirit gone.

He spoke calmly.

“The second move.”