Humans were just this and nothing more!
Moya had used his strength and a short battle that completely crushed him from beginning to end to prove this point to the Transcendents! His reputation had reached its peak at that moment.
In the audience stands, Shi Xiaobai and company's expressions turned gloomy.
In the history of the Nine Revolutions Transcendental Tower, there were very few trial-takers that could force Moya to use his second form. And the number of people that could defeat Moya could be counted on one hand. Therefore, Feng Yuanlin's defeat to Moya, who had used his second form from the beginning, was within expectations.
However, Moya's words had infuriated them.
Humans were just this and nothing more?
What a joke. There were countless experts among humans. Any top expert could easily crush Moya and Leonis!
However, such words were too empty and powerless. This was because in this land of trials, they were the only humans. In Transcendence, they did represent humanity.
Pulp Farmer looked at Liu Yu and said in a deep voice, "Can you give me this opportunity?"
Liu Yu fell silent for a moment before he said seriously with a nod, "Alright!"
What opportunity?
Liu Yu had chosen to directly admit defeat in the second round of the semifinals.
Pulp Farmer and Moya would meet in the finals of the qualifiers!
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They did not wait for too long, or it could be said that Pulp Farmer and Moya did not wish to waste any time waiting. They had their own reasons and were eager to battle.
As such, the finals officially began a minute after the semifinals ended.
The finals of the qualifiers and the challenger for the championship were always the two matches that were most worth paying attention to in the tournament. It was different from the other qualifiers. The outcome of the finals was determined until one side lost the ability to continue fighting or voluntarily admitted defeat. The intensity and cruelty of the battles was something the other qualifiers could not compare with.
The Transcendents were looking forward to the beginning of the battle. Pulp Farmer's performance in the qualifying rounds was the best out of the three humans. His amazing fighting skills were impressive.
However, Pulp Farmer held a silver spear the moment he appeared. From the looks of it, he was prepared to use spear techniques to battle Moya.
When the referee indicated for both parties to be prepared, Moya once again 'perverted'. Just like when he faced Feng Yuanlin, Moya used his second form from the beginning!
Moya said with a sneer, "I will let everyone see the insurmountable gap between the Transcendents and humans!"
Pulp Farmer's expression was cold. He did not bother speaking to Moya. Before the referee announced the beginning of the match, Pulp Farmer had already charged forward with spear in hand!
Pulp Farmer's eyes were cold. As he ran, he thrust his spear at Moya!
"Conqueror Spear!"
Pulp Farmer was awe-inspiring and his aura was extremely domineering. With a thrust of his spear, space seemed to be torn apart. Even the sunlight was distorted from the stab. A gigantic spear shadow stabbed out, enveloping Moya like a dark cloud!
That terrifying scene caused the audience to cry out in alarm!
"Insignificant skill!"
Moya sneered. In the face of this majestic spear, he actually didn't dodge or evade. He even raised his chest to meet this spear!
Was Moya crazy?
Of course not!
Clang!
With a deafening sound of metal clashing, Pulp Farmer's spear tip stabbed into Moya's chest, but it was forcefully stopped. The gigantic spear phantom dissipated into nothingness!
The dark-green skin on Moya's chest was suffused with a metallic luster. He was actually unscathed after being stabbed by the spear!
What sort of terrifying physical defense was this?
Pulp Farmer's expression changed slightly as he hurriedly retreated, opening up a distance.
This time, Moya did not only want to win, he also wanted to win enough to posture. He did not pursue and instead remained standing in his original spot, calmly waiting for Pulp Farmer's next attack.
Moya's underestimation of his enemy and carelessness seemed to be exposed at this moment!
Pulp Farmer sneered as he raised his spear horizontally. With his right knee bent, his posture was mighty. A domineering aura slowly rose, as though he was brewing something.
"Humans are far stronger than you imagine."
Pulp Farmer took a deep breath and retracted his right arm. As he gathered his strength, a domineering aura surged violently. The light around him began to distort.
The audience held their breaths. This strike was extremely powerful even before it was used. It was likely the human's strongest strike.
"Take this!"
Pulp Farmer roared angrily as the spear that he had been accumulating strength for a long time suddenly thrust out!
A cold beam arrived first before the spear thrust out like a dragon!
As the spear thrust out, a gigantic illusory dragon phantom charged at Moya!
The dragon's roar caused the world to change colors!
The audience stared at the gigantic dragon phantom with widened eyes. They felt like they were prostrating themselves in worship!
However, against the gigantic dragon phantom, Moya remained unperturbed. All he did was slowly raise his right hand!
"Boom!"
Moya's right hand suddenly clenched!
The gigantic dragon phantom instantly dissipated!
The silver spear's tip was held in Moya's hand!
"Watch, human. This is the difference between races!"
Moya sneered as he tightened his grip on the spear tip with his right hand!
"Kacha! Kacha! Kacha! "
Shattering sounds resounded as the spear in Pulp Farmer's hand began to shatter inch by inch, like glass shattering into pieces!
At that moment, there was complete silence. There was only the sound of the spear shattering!
This was Moya!
This was the race of Transcendents!
His terrifying physique allowed Moya to use his chest to receive Pulp Farmer's spear without any qualms. He could use his hand to shatter the powerful spear dragon phantom!
"The race of Transcendents is the strongest race in the world! Humans are just that and nothing more! "
Moya shouted loudly!
Despite the spear shattering, Pulp Farmer's burning anger did not cease. He had requested a chance from Liu Yu, so he would not waste it!
Pulp Farmer took a step forward and punched at Moya!
Moya gave a derisive smile as he punched at Pulp Farmer's fist!
When the fists collided with each other, the sound of bones shattering rang out!
"Boom!"
Pulp Farmer was instantly sent flying as he flipped a few times in mid-air. Like a cannonball, he only came to a stop when he slammed into the stadium's wall!
An explosion resounded as the wall was filled with cracks. Pulp Farmer spat out boiling blood as he slumped to the ground. As for his right arm, it was completely twisted. Clearly, the fracture in his right arm was extremely serious!
As for Moya, he remained standing in his spot. He retracted his fist in an unhurried manner, as though he had done something trivial.
Pulp Farmer was completely defeated in the clash of fists!
However, Pulp Farmer did not collapse. As he vomited blood, he used his left hand to prop up his upper body. However, his extremely pale face was a clear indication of how serious his injuries were. He no longer had the strength to continue fighting!
This was a crushing defeat!
A crushing defeat that belonged to the Transcendents!
Moya raised his arm and said loudly, "Humans are just this and nothing more. They are born with weak bodies, destined to be a weak race! As for us Transcendents, we are born with a powerful physique that is enough to make us the strongest race in the world! Humans are not worth mentioning in front of the Transcendents! "
Moya's declaration made the audience, who were holding their breaths, finally burst out into the most excited cheers!
"Moya! Moya! Moya! "
At that moment, Moya was the center of attention!
"Then, let me end this boring battle!"
Moya sneered as he suddenly charged at the slumped Pulp Farmer like a wild beast. His speed was frighteningly fast as a cold beam flickered in his eyes. Suddenly, he raised his leg and kicked at Pulp Farmer like a spear!
The power of this kick was above Pulp Farmer's dragon shadow spear!
Victory in this battle only needed to knock the opponent unconscious, but Moya's kick clearly did not stop there!
If this kick were to hit the heavily injured Pulp Farmer, it would probably be a fatal kick!
"Go to hell, human!"
This human named Pulp Farmer had eliminated three of the eight Bravehearts. He deserved death for his crimes!
"Peng!"
The sound of a collision resounded!
Moya's expression changed slightly. His kick did not hit Pulp Farmer, and instead, it felt like he had kicked a metal plate. What was going on?
"Ah?"
The audience exclaimed!
A black-haired youth had appeared in front of Pulp Farmer at some point in time.
The black-haired youth had grabbed Moya's foot with one hand, forcefully stopping Moya's kick!
On a careful look, the black-haired youth's hair seemed to be enveloped in a faint silver halo, as though his black hair was turning silvery-white.
"You have successfully infuriated This King!"
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(PS: This plot has been set up for so long. Finally, it's time to welcome the first climax. The plot will slowly become more exciting. Today is the third update. Seeking recommendation votes, monthly votes and tips!)
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