The situation on the stage could only be described as utterly brutal. Both sides had reached the point of burning out their last drop of fuel—one lay on the ground covered in wounds, coughing up blood nonstop, while the other had lost his right hand and both legs, completely unable to stand.
Di Xin's current advantage lay in distance. Neither of them could move, but he could still use his gun ability to launch ranged attacks at Ning Quanchen. Face smeared with blood, the hand he used to raise the gun was trembling as he lined up the shot, poured his last trace of source energy into the pistol, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! A crisp gunshot rang out amid the crowd's anticipation.
Boom! Di Xin's body was lifted into the air by the explosive shockwave, while Ning Quanchen, who had just raised his arm, curled his lips in a smug smile and then blacked out on the spot.
