158: Chapter 158 The entire audience was shocked—is this really a stand-in?!

Boom—!!!!

A thunderous sound exploded in the arena.

The sound was so loud that all the audio arrays overloaded simultaneously. The main broadcast channel was reduced to piercing white noise in that instant.

The fist made contact with the defensive barrier.

The first layer of the Holy Shield didn't shatter.

It melted.

The entire barrier was like thin ice thrown onto the surface of a star, instantly vaporizing from the point of contact with the fist!

The second layer, the Blessing of the Rock King, held on for only another 0.01 seconds.

The earthy-yellow runes all lit up.

And then—

Extinguished!

The Stand's fist landed on the crossed arms of the Molten Gold Holy Armor.

Helmet.

Arm guards.

Breastplate.

All the armor on the upper body of the heavy armored warrior lost its color simultaneously.

The metal didn't shatter.

It didn't deform.

Instead, it began to crumble from the edges into gray-white fly ash, swept backward by the wind of the punch!

Both arm guards disappeared.

A fist-shaped hole appeared in the chest, penetrating through from front to back.

That punch was still moving forward.

Behind the armor was the warrior's own chest!

The referee's pupils shrank violently.

"Teleport!"

White light exploded.

Before the Stand's fist could touch the skin, the heavy armored warrior was forcibly teleported out of the arena.

Only a set of completely penetrated, broken armor remained on the spot.

Chest.

Both arms.

Head.

Everything turned into fly ash!

The Stand's fist stopped in the center of the white light.

Dark gold energy surged along its arm, condensing into a straight air wave a hundred meters long.

The air wave pierced through the entire arena.

It slammed into the protective barrier in the distance.

The entire wall of light bulged outward violently, and thousands of cracks exploded simultaneously!

Quiet.

The entire arena was so quiet that only the sound of broken armor hitting the ground could be heard.

Chief Commentator Lu Ming kept his mouth open.

For a full two seconds, he finally found his voice.

"One punch—"

"Melted two layers of combined defensive barriers!"

"Pierced through a Tier 5 SS-grade Molten Gold Holy Armor!"

"From the punch to triggering the forced teleportation—0.017 seconds!"

Chief Commentator Lu Ming turned sharply to the data console.

"This is a new record!!"

"The professional league defensive breakthrough record, the previous record was held by the Tier 8 warrior Lei Zhen—0.041 seconds!"

"Contestant Qin Ye's punch just now was more than twice as fast as the fastest armor-breaking record of a Tier 8 professional player!"

"She—"

"Used a Tier 2 card to break the professional league record!!"

The audience stood up with a roar.

"Holy shit!!"

"That's the Molten Gold Holy Armor!! A card that ranks in the top ten for hardness among Tier 5 defensive cards!!"

"It didn't shatter, it melted!!"

"How high is the energy density of that punch?!"

"I've seen Lei Zhen's match! He used a Tier 8 burst skill to achieve 0.041 seconds! Qin Ye just used a normal straight punch?!"

"Normal my ass! That was 500,000 Mental Power condensed into one fist!!"

In the VIP box, War Emperor Wei Potian stared at the broken armor on the ground, his eyes terrifyingly grave.

Wei Tianlong leaned his entire body against the railing.

"No dissipation."

He muttered.

"That punch of hers, 500,000 Mental Power condensed on the fist, not a single bit of power leaked out until it pierced through the third layer of defense."

As a peak Tier 8 Berserker, he knew exactly what this meant.

The stronger the power, the harder it is to control.

Ordinary warriors use their full strength to punch, and at least 30% of the power is wasted on vibration, wind pressure, and physical resistance.

Top professional warriors can reduce the loss to 10%.

Wei Tianlong himself, in his peak state, could reduce power loss to 7%.

Qin Ye's punch just now—the loss during the punching process was close to zero!

It wasn't until the armor was pierced that the power, under her deliberate control, exploded from behind the fist, forming that hundred-meter air wave that hit the protective barrier.

"First condense."

"Then penetrate."

"Finally release the remaining force."

Wei Tianlong took a deep breath.

"She taught me a lesson."

Several masters nearby looked over at the same time.

The dignified peak Tier 8 Berserker, the Chief Instructor of Armed Combat at Jinghai Academy, actually said he was taught a lesson by a girl under twenty.

But no one refuted him.

Because they all understood the technical content of that punch.

500,000 Mental Power is terrifying.

What's more terrifying than 500,000 Mental Power is that Qin Ye could compress it into an area the size of a fist and then send it into the opponent's body without any waste!

This isn't brute force.

It's near-perfect power control!

On the arena, Qin Ye's right fist hadn't been retracted yet.

Three attacks had already landed from the side and rear!

"Don't stop!"

Han Ce's voice exploded in the mental network.

"Her movements are restricted after the punch! Attack her blind spot!"

A long blade slashed towards the back of Qin Ye's neck.

Two chains wrapped around her legs.

The thunder spear above her head fell at the same time!

The three worked together without a single gap.

Qin Ye had just finished the punch, and her center of gravity was still on her right foot.

According to normal movement logic, she needed at least 0.1 seconds to readjust her posture.

0.1 seconds.

For these geniuses, it was enough to kill.

The long blade fell.

The Stand's left hand reached out from behind Qin Ye's shoulder.

Two fingers clamped the blade.

The chains wrapped around Qin Ye's ankles.

Two dark gold energy flames condensed into entities under the Stand's feet, stepping on the chains, dragging the two control-type warriors off the ground.

The thunder spear was only half a meter away from the top of Qin Ye's head.

The Stand raised its head.

Opened its mouth.

No sound.

Only a visible mental shockwave erupted from its mouth!

Boom!

The thunder spear shattered into electric arcs in mid-air.

The young man holding the blade changed his expression.

Before he could let go, the Stand's two fingers clamping the blade twisted gently.

Snap!

The blade broke.

The Stand backhanded the broken blade and threw it backward casually.

The broken blade flew past an archer's ear and nailed into the protective barrier behind him.

The whole knife was embedded in the barrier, with only half an inch of the hilt exposed.

The blood drained from the archer's face instantly.

If Qin Ye had aimed at his glabella just now—he would have been teleported away.

But Qin Ye didn't look at him.

She retracted her right fist.

Her body rotated to the side, borrowing the power of the Stand pulling the chains, and her skirt unfolded in a dark black arc in the air.

Her right leg lifted.

She kicked out!

The Stand performed a sweeping kick simultaneously.

The two warriors dragged up by the chains didn't even have time to react before their chest defensive cards exploded at the same time.

Two white lights lit up.

Eliminated!

Meanwhile, Qin Ye lowered her body with the inertia of the rotation.

The long blade swept over her head.

Fire, ice cones, and wind blades sealed her retreat from three directions.

She didn't retreat.

The Stand suddenly took a step forward.

For the first time—it distanced itself from Qin Ye!

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps!

Qin Ye stood in place.

The Stand, however, was like a dark gold beast that had broken its chains, rushing into the incoming elemental torrent alone!

The right fist shattered the flames.

The left palm slapped away the ice cones.

The shoulder pierced through the wind blades.

All attacks landed on the Stand; even though they should have been synchronized to Qin Ye through damage feedback, no wounds appeared on Qin Ye's body.

Only her Mental Power value was dropping rapidly.

500,000.

490,000.

480,000.

Then it rose again!

"She converted the damage!"

Han Ce shouted in a lost voice.

"The attacks received by the Stand didn't directly feed back to the body! She converted the impact into Mental Power consumption before the damage was transferred!"

"Don't attack the Stand!"

"Attack the main body—"

Too late.

The Stand had already rushed to the center of the joint battle formation.

Its hands slowly clenched into fists.

All the dark gold gears at the joints accelerated at the same moment.

Hum—!

A layer of golden light film spread from under its feet.

The movements of the dozen or so contestants around it slowed down at the same time.

Not slow-motion magic.

It was the flow of time in their area, forcibly suppressed by the Stand!

Qin Ye stood dozens of meters away.

Raised her right hand.

Snapped her fingers.

Snap.

The Stand disappeared.

The next frame.

It appeared behind a mage.

A hand knife.

White light lit up.

Disappeared again.

Appeared beside a summoner.

A punch.

The second white light.

Disappeared again.

Third.

Fourth.

Fifth!

The entire arena seemed to have become a crazily edited film.

Every time the Stand flickered, a white light exploded.

All control, all defense, all cooperation, lost their meaning in front of it.

Because it didn't act according to the normal order of time at all!

In the VIP box, Zhao Dahai grabbed the railing with both hands, his fat face almost pressed into the protective barrier.

"The Stand can leave the main body?!"

"It can take damage for the main body?!"

"It can convert damage into Mental Power consumption?!"

"It can independently use Time Stop?!"

Every time he said a sentence, his voice went up an octave.

By the end, his voice had completely cracked.

Lin Xiao's phone fell to the ground.

She didn't pick it up.

The dust-proof box in Lin Weiwei's arms also slid down, and she didn't notice either.

The two of them watched as the Stand flickered continuously in the center of the battle formation.

In just three seconds, seven contestants were eliminated.

Zhao Dahai turned his head with difficulty.

"Su Bai."

"Didn't you say the Stand was just a guardian spirit manifested by Mental Power?"

Su Bai rested his chin on his hand.

Kyubey lay on his shoulder, its red eyes reflecting the white light constantly flashing on the arena.

"Yeah."

"Then why can it do everything?!"

Su Bai thought for a while.

"Mental Power is high enough."

"The functions are naturally a bit more."

Zhao Dahai opened his mouth.

In the end, he couldn't say a single word.

On the other side of the box, the purple-robed minister stared at the real-time data screen, and the jade plaque in his hand had been squeezed into a crack.

"Independent action."

"Damage compensation."

"Attribute conversion."

"Time interference."

"Long-distance mental connection."

"This is one card?"

He turned to look at Su Bai.

"Are you sure this isn't five or six top-tier systems forcibly sewn together?!"

Su Bai didn't answer.

Behind the beaded curtain, the Empress's dark gold pupils narrowed slightly.

She wasn't looking at Qin Ye.

She was looking at Su Bai.

Magical Girl System.

Stand System.

Two completely different directions.

Both touched the Law of Time.

Yet when Su Bai did all this, he only used low-tier materials.

The Empress tapped her finger lightly on the armrest.

"Su Bai."

For the first time, she didn't call him Minister Su.

"I am very curious now."

"How on earth did you forge something like this—into a card?"