Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Nonplussed, Mars fell to the ground. Even in his last moment, Mars was unconvinced. Even he would not have thought that things would end up this way.
The surrounding forest quietened. An aura of fear permeated. This was Mars. How could he have fallen in one hit?
Wang Zheng straightened up and beckoned Zhang Zhun, “Help me carry him over.”
Zhang Zhun immediately came over to help Mars. When he looked at Wang Zheng again, it was not just with respect, but reverence.
He could feel Mars’ weight, and the power contained within his body. This meant that Mars had been felled before he had even used his power. How was that possible?
Any pro, especially at Mars’ level, would expend all their energy once they sensed danger. This was true the more dangerous the situation was. Had Wang Zheng’s attack speed and change actually surpassed Mars’ instinct for danger?
Normally in such a situation, it meant that there was an outclass between the opponents. Was there one between Mars and Wang Zheng?
If that was the case, then who at SIG could stop Wang Zheng?!
Zhang Zhun’s instinct told him that the gap between the two was not that big. Even if Wang Zheng was a little stronger, there was a limit. But how could this have happened? What had just occurred?
Zhang Zhun did not know. Given his level, he could not comprehend it.
Aragorn brooded for a while, then disappeared into the forest. He needed to work out what had just happened. Due to his angle and the distance, he had not seen that blow clearly. Could Mars be faking?
It did not seem too likely. Against outsiders, Arbiters were very united. Even if they did not help each other, they would not pull one another down.
Without clarifying, Aragorn could not make impulsive moves.
“Wang Zheng, Mars…”
Wang Zheng smiled as though nothing had happened, and sat back down again. “Let him rest for a while. He’ll wake after five or six hours.”
Zhang Zhun nodded. Why were there no scars on Mars’ body?
More accurately, there seemed to be a red mark on his chest. Something seemed wrong.
In the monitoring room, Bolet, Lin Hong and Sarabujal were stunned as well.
“This segment,” Sarabujal said. From the side, the personnel immediately jumped on it.
Given the gods’ eye and their own experience, these three should be able to see it most clearly. But in that instant, their eyes could not even follow the events.
Out of the three, Sarabujal had the most experience, but even he did not dare to make a judgment.
The slow motion camera immediately appeared on the right side of the screen.
Wang Zheng and Mars had fought hard. Mars’ explosiveness was first rate. To play with speed and agility was asking for it in close combat. Attack rate and power were the deciders in such close melees.
As Mars was attacking, his right fist had flown out, and his left shoulder had braced itself. He did not need to dodge Wang Zheng’s elbow. He wanted to test its power. Mars had truly believed that this elbow could not fell him.
But Wang Zheng’s right arm had shook, and it was not the elbow move. Just as he closed, his left hand flashed out. But this distance…
It was… a finger!
Wang Zheng’s finger had jabbed Mars, and the change had been uncannily quick. It was not that Mars could not dodge, but that there was no need to. Such a violent last-minute attack switch was the poorest choice. Forget a finger, even if Wang Zheng had delivered a few punches, it would be ineffective. Mars had been confident that he could connect his punch.
But that finger.
In that instant, the screen blurred, and the technicians thought there was an error and hurriedly checked. The finger was sharp on the screen, but the attack was blur.
Sarabujal waved them off, gesturing for the technicians to cease their fiddling.
That finger had instantly stopped all of Mars’ movements, and turned him rigid.
Lin Hong was silent, but his eyes were filled with excitement. In all of physical technique’s development, Aslan’s military colleges had stood at the forefront of the Milky Way Alliance. Their training and their breathing techniques were also understood by the Aslan Royal College, even if it was not yet widespread. But even so, he had never seen such mysterious power.
Bolet also did not know where that power had come from. “Finger strength is concentrated, but also frail. How could a body like Mars’ not block it? These two wouldn’t be putting on a show, would they?”
Of course, Bolet also knew that was not very possible. In truth, even he did not know what to say anymore.
Sarabujal was still silent. He was still watching. Both Bolet and Lin Hong could feel the growing aura from Sarabujal, and a breeze was actually blowing in the room.
But the gust of wind quickly vanished. Sarabujal… was a pro!
Sarabujal nodded apologetically. “Sorry. I did not think that this class of student would appear at SIG.”
“Sarabujal, stop prevaricating. Say what you see. I know I’m not as good as you in this regard,” Bolet said. This Manalasuo general never cared about pride. He only cared about learning.
“Actually, Mars had lost from the start,” Sarabujal said. “Mars only had the intent to kill, but not the power. Bloodthirst creates the aura, and killing power kills. Creating the aura, but not unleashing killing moves. But Wang Zheng could unleash killing moves with his bloodthirst.”
Sarabujal pressed the pause button. Mars’ eyes were completely different from the look in Wang Zheng’s eyes.
One could deceive an opponent, but not oneself. Mars only had the intent to battle. Under such circumstances, it was ideal if both sides could constantly exchange. But Wang Zheng had no time or ability to do so, which was why he had unleashed a killing move. But this killing move was not so easily unlocked at the press of a button.
Similarly, against Mars, Wang Zheng had no killing power either. But in that instant, Wang Zheng had brought it to bear.
Lin Hong frowned. “I understand what you mean. Wang Zheng can switch at anytime between bloodthirst and killing power. But even so, his killing power had not killed him.”
This was also the question on Bolet’s mind.
Sarabujal stared hard at Wang Zheng sitting composed. When he had reached such a state, he had been 38, and already a leader in the army. After killing countless, he could control his aura at will. This was something that countless life and death moments had brought to him. From the fear of killing to numbness, and finally to understanding. It had been a long-drawn process.
But this Wang Zheng was so young, and he already understood. In this regard, he was two whole tiers above Mars.
More accurately, he had capitalized on Mars’ “flaw” to deliver the blow. If killing power and killing power matched, Mars might not be much weaker than Wang Zheng. But bloodthirst on killing power? That was too wide.
It was difficult to switch. Just like a machine starting up had to warm up, and get into gear, people were much the same.
Of course, this was not the main point, because killing power was only a state of mind. Unless you were a god, you could only hold it for so long. That was why Wang Zheng had not killed Mars in the end. He had switched it again, and not brought his killing power to the peak. More importantly was Wang Zheng’s move.
Bolet and Lin Hong looked at each other. With a little prompting from Sarabujal, they had understood. But that finger?
Sarabujal shook his head slightly. “Even I have no idea what that move is. Perhaps some secret physical technique from Earth.”
Actually, Sarabujal knew. But he would not say it.
Bolet rolled his eyes. He knew that Sarabujal was lying. From the side, Lin Hong seemed to have recalled something, and actually shivered. In that instant, if Bolet could not make the lateral connection, he did not deserve to be standing there.
But Bolet was shocked.
It was not that he had recognized the move, but to execute a physical move that the monitors could not capture – one type of person could do that.
That type of person… was restricted in every country. Every country had to strictly monitor them with no emotion.
Heaven-rank pro!
