Chapter 844: Eagle Stomp
The two launched a pincer attack from the left and right, carrying overwhelming momentum, aiming to utterly crush their opponent!
The audience watching from outside held their breath as their hearts leaped into their throats!
They were completely silent!
Everyone present was certain that if they had been in Ling Zhan's position, they would have been utterly annihilated under the combined assault of Derek and Bazel.
But...
"Is this guy too calm? Does he even have a heart?"
The figure of the non-specialist in the holographic projection remained completely still, his cold and sharp eyes showing no fluctuation at all.
With danger looming, it was hard to fathom just how strong this non-specialist's mental fortitude must be to remain as steady as a mountain!
On the chief platform, Generals Eugene, Ebotar, and Lionel watched the tense moment with serious expressions.
Unless this non-specialist made a move, the outcome remained uncertain.
And then, at this very moment.
Under the watchful eyes of all.
The non-specialist finally moved!
"Slow."
"Too slow..."
A cold and indifferent sigh echoed through the battlefield.
That inexplicable sound sent Derek and Bazel's hearts plummeting into despair!
"Not good!"
With their battle-honed instincts, Derek and Bazel instantly sensed an overwhelming crisis enveloping them.
Trusting their intuition, they immediately attempted to retract their attacks using their exceptional physical prowess!
Such an action defied common physics, but for fourth-tier powerhouses at level 100 and beyond, it was something they could do with ease.
However.
It was already too late.
The moment they realized something was wrong, their defeat had already been sealed.
Anyone who had ever fought against Ling Zhan knew one crucial fact—never let this non-specialist exploit an opening or catch you in an attack cooldown!
Of course...
Most of the opponents who had learned this lesson were already dead.
Only a few from the Global Monster Tournament had survived.
Getting caught by Ling Zhan during an attack cooldown was akin to violating a divine law—it was a guaranteed instant kill.
Ling Zhan's figure had already vanished.
"Above!!"
The audience, watching from an omniscient perspective, immediately caught sight of Ling Zhan's figure rising three to four meters into the air.
"Retreat, now!"
As a Starbreaker Martial God, Derek's close-combat instincts surpassed even Ling Zhan's.
But so what?
By the time they realized something was wrong, the best choice would have been to surrender on the spot.
But what they didn't know was…
Ling Zhan had already begun his descent!
『Eagle Stomp (SS)!』
A signature aerial skill of the Fighter profession!
The prerequisite for activating this basic skill was to be airborne!
Other skills that could be used in similar situations included the Warrior's 『Trample』 and the Martial Artist's 『Thousand-Pound Drop』.
In the blink of an eye.
Derek and Bazel trembled as they felt a terrifying force descending from above!
It was over!!
Having just barely retracted their attacks, the two knew they had fallen into a dire predicament!
And just as Ling Zhan had sighed...
They were too slow.
Their retreat speed was nowhere near fast enough to escape the Eagle Stomp!
The next second.
Boom!!
Like a meteor crashing from space, Ling Zhan's devastating stomp landed on their heads, sending a massive shockwave rippling outward!
The impact formed a colossal crater with a one-kilometer radius, with the three of them at its center.
A towering cloud of dust immediately enveloped the battlefield.
"This..."
Watching from afar, Mordes and Armand were caught in the shockwave and had no choice but to retreat.
But they were completely stunned.
They never expected this outcome!
"Holy shit! What kind of monstrous power is this!?"
"What was that skill just now!?"
"Eagle Stomp... It was my favorite skill during the beginner phase, but I never imagined that when Instructor Ling used it, it would be this terrifying!"
"I'm speechless... Are Derek and Bazel even okay?"
"Of course not! Do you even need to ask? You saw the shockwave—it tore up the ground across a full kilometer!"
"But what if they managed to dodge? The match isn't over yet..."
The spectators outside could only watch in awe.
This was insane!
Was this really just a basic skill like Eagle Stomp?
Under everyone's gaze, the dust gradually settled.
With the intelligent system adjusting the camera, the view zoomed in from above, focusing on the massive crater in the ground.
And then, what came into view—
Was the nonchalant figure of the non-specialist standing tall, with Derek and Bazel lying unconscious at his feet.
Whoosh!!
The entire audience erupted in an uproar!
They had already lost count of how many times this non-specialist had left them in utter shock today!
"Holy shit! No way! They lost!?"
"They lost! It's real! And Derek and Bazel were defeated in an instant!"
"This..."
The spectators who had confidently claimed that Ling Zhan was bound to lose were now dumbfounded, unable to speak!
The two unconscious figures in the massive crater were like a harsh slap to their faces.
But what they didn't know was...
Ling Zhan had actually held back.
If he had gone all out, their heads and bodies would have been completely crushed under his stomp, and even their core soul essences would have been obliterated in the shockwave.
He could have killed them, but he didn't.
Some might say this wasn't Ling Zhan's usual battle style.
But Ling Zhan had his reasons.
As their chief instructor, he was not only responsible for training them but might also lead them into the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Demons in the future.
The chief instructor of the Demon-Slaying Legion was unlike those of other legions.
He had multiple responsibilities.
If he killed them now, causing their levels to drop, he would have to help them regain their levels later—which would be a hassle.
It was better to just incapacitate them.
To be honest.
Even Ling Zhan himself hadn't expected them to be this fragile.
One stomp and it was over—they passed out instantly.
This made Ling Zhan start to question.
Was this...
Really the so-called strongest prodigy legion of the Ten Thousand Demons Continent?
Hmm, it was probably because this legion had lacked proper instruction for too long, leading to such a decline.
"Come."
Under everyone's gaze.
Ling Zhan lightly tapped his foot, his figure drifting forward as he calmly extended a hand toward Mordes and Armand, who now wore solemn expressions.
"If you won't attack me, then I'll have to attack you."
Seeing that they were still hesitating, Ling Zhan's calm voice rang out once more.