166: Chapter 166 Ora Ora Ora!

Hum!

Dark golden ripples spread outward.

The entire world suddenly lost all sound.

The warrior throwing a punch stopped in front of Qin Ye.

The nine contestants behind maintained various charging poses, frozen in the grayish-white time.

The dust in the air stopped floating.

The flames stirred up by the explosion froze into a crimson-red flower.

Qin Ye walked past underneath the fist.

She didn't even attack anyone.

She simply came to the middle of the ten contestants and adjusted their forward directions one by one.

The first person was aimed at the second person.

The third person was aimed at the fourth person.

As for the last two people, Qin Ye placed them face-to-face together, leaving less than a centimeter between their foreheads.

After finishing all this, Qin Ye returned to her original position.

The soul gem on her chest rotated.

Time resumed.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The ten contestants didn't even have time to react before crashing into their teammates with their strongest close-combat attacks.

Fists smashed into breastplates.

Sabers slashed into shields.

The two fastest assassins collided head-on, their foreheads bumping together with a teeth-aching dull thud.

Screams rang out one after another.

Afterwards, [The World] appeared above them.

Its arms turned into dark golden afterimages.

"Ora, ora, ora, ora, ora!"

Countless fist shadows crashed down!

The ten contestants were hit head-on by an invisible meteor shower, smashing into the arena one after another.

Defense cards shattered.

Weapons slipped from hands.

Ten huge deep craters exploded on the ground back-to-back.

The tournament formation detected fatal damage, and ten white teleportation lights lit up almost simultaneously.

Another ten people eliminated!

Qin Ye turned around.

Only three seconds had passed since she truly launched her attack.

The twenty-three-person joint battle array completely collapsed.

Seventeen national prodigies were eliminated.

The remaining people stood far away in the arena, lacking even the courage to approach further.

Chief Commentator Lu Ming grasped the microphone, opening his mouth several times, but unable to say a single word.

In the end, it was the Purple-Robed Chief who slowly stood up.

"She didn't shatter a single card."

The old man gazed at the cards scattered across the arena, his voice spreading across the entire venue through the sound-gathering formation.

"Those cards are still intact."

"The energy hasn't dissipated, and the core circuits aren't damaged either."

"Qin Ye simply made them lose the qualification to take effect."

Chief Commentator Lu Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"What does this mean?"

The Purple-Robed Chief was silent for a moment.

"It means that card levels, hardness, and defense are all meaningless in front of her."

"No matter how strong your card is, as long as it still needs to accept your control, a connection must exist."

"And as long as a connection exists..."

The old man looked at the dark golden Stand behind Qin Ye.

"She can take it apart."

Boom!

The entire audience instantly boiled over!

"Unreasonable! This ability is completely unreasonable!"

"A Tier 2 card dismantling a Tier 5 S-rank master card?"

"She doesn't even need to shatter the card; touching the connection is enough to render the card scrap!"

"Then who would dare to fight a Stand user in the future?"

"Is the focus the Stand? The focus is the person who made this card!"

Countless gazes crossed the arena, landing uniformly on Su Bai.

Qin Ye's power came from her Stand.

The Stand came from Su Bai.

She was merely the user.

The person who truly turned "why cards can take effect" into an attack target was that Tier 2 Card Creator sitting in the VIP box, looking more leisurely than anyone else!

The Empress slowly straightened her posture.

She gazed at Su Bai, her dark golden pupils revealing undisguised shock for the first time.

"What Imperial Minister Su made is not just a strong card."

"He has created a natural enemy for all cards across the world."

The entire venue fell silent once more.

Coming from the Empress's mouth, these words carried far more weight than the analysis of any grandmaster.

Every Card Creator knew what this meant.

Su Bai did not create a card with higher numerical values or greater power within the existing system.

He bypassed the orthodox path that everyone had researched for hundreds of years.

Not comparing energy.

Not comparing hardness.

Not comparing materials.

Directly attacking the underlying logic of how cards take effect!

This was no longer a simple matter of strength or weakness.

This was dimensional reduction strike!

Shen Ye gazed at the arena, his hands trembling slightly.

He suddenly recalled the evaluation his teacher Qi Yuan wrote in a confidential letter.

The teacher said that the person who proposed the Stand theory was a grandstanding liar.

He also said that the other party would only make prodigies strike circus-like poses.

But now, those once-ridiculous poses, with the dark golden Stand standing behind Qin Ye, left only a nearly suffocating sense of oppression.

For the first time, Shen Ye doubted his teacher.

Did the teacher really understand the Stand?

Or perhaps, Qi Yuan's proud thesis hadn't even touched the true threshold of the Stand System?

On the arena.

The remaining figures gradually separated.

Han Ce had already lost combat capability and was judged eliminated by the tournament formation.

The other prodigies also exited one after another in the previous battle.

In the center of the giant clock, only three figures remained.

Qin Ye.

Master Mage Chen Taixu.

Wei Xiaoyu.

Master Mage Chen Taixu held that unremarkable wooden sword. The seven elemental veins around him had already been proactively severed by him, leaving only a final wisp of a breeze winding around the sword's edge.

The Titan Furnace inside Wei Xiaoyu operated at ninety-three thousand revolutions, dark golden flames constantly gushing from the gaps in her armor.

The two stood on opposite sides of the arena respectively.

No joining forces.

No retreating either.

They simply locked all their aura onto Qin Ye at the same time.

Qin Ye stood right at the dead center of the giant clock.

Her black-golden battle skirt gently rose with the heatwave.

She raised her head, looking at the countdown timer suspended in mid-air.

[Purgatory Mode remaining time: forty-one seconds.]

"Another forty-one seconds?"

Qin Ye stretched her wrists.

[The World] behind her clenched its fists accordingly.

Dark golden pupils lit up within the black-and-white world.

"Too much."