The entire stadium erupted into an uproar. This time, Misa's Boundless Ocean was completely different from the one she had used in the past. Its might was more than 10 times stronger than before, and had already completely exceeded the limits of a Casted Soul Stage. This was a power that only Divinized special ability users could unleash!
It was as though they were standing in the depths of the raging ocean.
How was Pomo going to block this attack? How could a mere shield withstand the fury of the ocean?
Pomo's eyes sparkled. All of a sudden, he leapt into the air, smashing his large shield fiercely towards the raging ocean!
"Toppling the Mountains and Filling the Seas!"
Crack! Crack! Crack …
The power of extreme frost shot out from Pomo's shield, causing countless cracking sounds to ring out. At the same time, the excited atmosphere in the stadium froze, as they watched the ocean being pierced by a sharp sword of ice, freezing over! A berserk surge of power pierced through the huge wave rushing towards Pomo, leaving a straight path between him and Misa. The descending ocean had been forcefully split into two by a wall of ice, causing people to think back to the biblical story of Moses parting the sea!
However, the waves that had split into two had been frozen solid!
It was just like the reappearance of a legend!
What was this? How was this possible? Pomo … was he a devil?
"Is this all you have?"
Pomo spoke out in an indifferent voice, his voice still terrifyingly calm. However, this made him appear even more like a demonic god.
Finally, Misa's face lost its usual calmness, replaced by genuine shock and panic.
Pomo ferociously rushed forward. Just like before, with his giant shield in front of him, he charged forward like an armored tank.
However, in an instant, Misa's expression changed once again. Panic and panic caused people to let down their guard.
She was the daughter of the Sea God, and the future Supreme Pontiff of the Sea God Sect.
A soft chuckle rang out from her mouth, sounding extremely pleasing to the ears.
In the next instant, a song rang out. It sounded like a low whisper, like a whisper, like a gasp, like a gentle charm …
The entire stadium was intoxicated, their minds immersed in this song. Everyone felt as though their hearts had been pierced through by this song, revealing their deepest secrets …
Grai's eyes were blurred, and his throat was trembling. He was walking in a boundless desert. The ground was sand. This was a desert. However, when he lowered his head, what he saw wasn't yellow sand, but a stretch of pitch-black darkness …
Wang Zhong took a deep breath. It was as if time had turned back. He was in a very flourishing city, and his surroundings were bustling with activity and laughter. All of a sudden, miserable screams rang out. The entire city was collapsing, and the sky was filled with waves. The entire world was shaking, and everything around him seemed to have evaporated.
The world turned into darkness. Endless loneliness. Endless darkness. At this moment, a huge object in the sky pressed down on the tiny him. He was helpless and hesitant …
However, at this moment, Wang Zhong opened his eyes …
Wang Zhong broke out in a cold sweat. What a frightening illusion special ability! He had thought that his willpower was sufficiently firm, but he had still fallen for it unknowingly. It was a pity that Simba wasn't present in the darkness, so how could he believe it!
The frozen giant waves in the arena started to become unstable, while Pomo's head drooped lower and lower. He had also fallen into an illusion.
Misha was like a goddess. She also liked to conquer such men.
However, just as victory appeared in Misha's eyes, Pomo suddenly raised his head, before shooting a cold glare at her.
"You've underestimated Vasilyevich's steel-like willpower. Has no one ever told you that Vasilyevich's men are innately immune to illusions?"
Misha's voice came to a stop, while the audience slowly woke up.
Misha clenched her hands tightly. The speed at which Pomo had woken up had shocked her greatly, as she had focused all of her power on him. The only reason why the experts in the audience had woken up so quickly was because they had only suffered from the aftershocks!
Bang! Pomo calmly walked forward, step by step, until he was right in front of Misha. She had no way to escape, as there were ice walls on either side of her. "You …" she opened her mouth.
However, before she could finish her sentence, Pomo's giant shield fiercely spun out. Spinning like a windmill, it smashed into Misha's body.
Bang!
A muffled groan rang out from Misha as she was sent flying. With a bang, her alluring body was smashed into the giant shield.
Pomo's victory.
Everyone was dumbfounded, as countless dumbfounded gazes looked towards Pomo. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine that Pomo would end his duel in such a manner. That motherfucker really doesn't know how to show mercy to the fairer sex! No wonder people say that all of Vasilyevich's men have hearts of stone!
Pomo gawked … his face twitched, as he really wanted to curse out loud. That's because he had never thought that things would turn out this way. He had wanted to be a little more gentlemanly, and show off the might of Vasilyevich City. He wanted people to know that Vasilyevich City wasn't only filled with violence, and a clown like Noriba. However! He never imagined that Misha, who had always displayed her strength, would actually be unable to withstand even a simple sweep from his shield … and was sent flying …
He had lost control …
"Aiyaya! Senior, this isn't good! Such a beauty has been disfigured! Our captain has said that we need to improve the image of our squadron, we need to …"
"Shut up!"
Pomo's face turned ashen as he walked down the stage, completely ignoring the clown Noriba. However, Noriba continued to smile, while his face turned from green to black.
The following duel had completely turned into the time for the Vasilyevich squadron to show off their muscles and strength. 4: 0! The duel had ended in a result that no one had expected.
And this was under the situation where Vladimir wasn't present!
The Skylink network was abuzz with heated discussions. However, other than Grozny City's promotion and strength, the Vasilyevich squadron had once again been labeled as cold as steel, men who didn't know how to show mercy to the fairer sex, and men without interest …
Looking at the discussions, Pomo's calm expression started to rise and fall like a dog's head. He really didn't use any of his strength! How would he know that Misha would be defeated after unleashing a single combat technique? She's just too good to look at!
After mocking Pomo, Noriba continued to size up Wang Zhong. He really wanted to know if Wang Zhong's physique was able to withstand his strength. Only such an opponent would be satisfying. Furthermore, Wang Zhong didn't have any special ability. He liked to fight head-on, just like his captain … Although he couldn't beat him, he really didn't like to fight.
The first half of the round-of-16 had ended. The Heaven's Fate squadron, Martial Ghost Divine Emperor squadron, Copperfield squadron and Grozny squadron had tyrannically advanced into the round-of-16, all of them displaying overwhelming strength. It could be said that the "commoner squadrons" had been completely annihilated. It wasn't that the Mammoth and the other squadrons didn't perform well. Their talent, hard work and willpower had all been displayed extremely well. However, their opponents were just too strong. The calm smiles they had after their victory seemed to be telling the entire Federation that the glory of the aristocratic families couldn't be shaken.
Without a doubt, following the strong was the mainstream for the citizens of the Federation. The first two days of the round-of-16 had seemingly beaten the "dark horse series" back to its original form. Everyone finally understood that it wasn't that the aristocratic families had declined, but that their opponents weren't qualified enough. At this moment, everyone was looking forward to the king of dark horses, the Tianjing squadron.
In the distant Pampas Empire, a golden-haired youth was currently carving his runic wooden spear. In the past, he would always be incomparably focused at this moment. However, at this moment, a brand new Skylink projection was currently projecting the Federation's competition grounds tens of thousands of kilometres away. This attracted his attention, causing him to stop what he was doing.
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