The moment sword-light met thunder, the heavens seemed to tear apart.
A roar like a thousand storms erupted, drowning the arena in blinding light.
The ground split open, jagged cracks racing outward, while the air itself seemed to combust under the clash of two Heaven-Grade techniques.
The protective barrier around the arena shuddered violently, its translucent surface rippling as though it might burst at any moment.
"Formation Masters, now!"
Several robed figures leapt forward, their hands weaving rapid seals.
Streams of golden light surged from their palms, reinforcing the barrier just as a second wave of the explosion slammed against it.
The audience was forced to shield their eyes.
Boom!
Another shockwave tore through, rattling teeth and making hearts skip a beat.
The arena floor was barely recognizable—a wasteland of shattered stone and smoking craters.
Then… silence!
The blinding light dimmed, the thunder faded, and the dust began to settle.
