Not only were those Evil Soul Masters on the stage stunned in place, but the audience in the stands was also completely clueless at this moment.
The ordinary audience members, who had been sweating for the Spirit Pagoda just moments ago, now watched as those four previously "weak" Spirit Kings suddenly saw their aura surge drastically. Everyone of them widened their eyes, their mouths slightly agape, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Some rubbed their eyes, while others tugged at each other's sleeves to confirm they were not dreaming.
Clearly those four people had just been at the Spirit King level of aura a moment ago, so how did they become Spirit Saints in the blink of an eye?
The vast majority of the audience were just ordinary people with limited understanding of profound things like Spirit Tools and Spirit Abilities. Unable to figure out the underlying principles, they simply stopped thinking about it.
They only knew one thing: the Spirit Pagoda's chances of winning had become even greater.
Thus, that wave of cheers spread rapidly like a lit fuse, expanding from a corner of the stands to the entire arena. The shouts of "Spirit Pagoda! Spirit Pagoda!" rang out once more.
However, in the VIP seats, the atmosphere was completely different from the fanaticism in the audience stands.
Among the group of high-level Soul Engineers from the Sun Moon Empire, quite a few suddenly stood up from their seats the moment the battle armor lit up.
Their actions were almost identical: bodies leaning forward, gazes locked fiercely upon those four figures on the stage.
It was as if they were trying to use their sight to pierce through the surface of that layer of metal armor and see clearly the secrets hidden within.
The patterns flowing across those armor surfaces, and that Forging technique they had never seen before, made these people who fancied themselves standing at the pinnacle of Spirit Tool technology feel an unprecedented bewilderment, because they actually could not quite understand it.
What shook their hearts even more was the terrifying amplification effect brought by that set of armor.
Forcibly increasing Spirit Power by twenty ranks completely exceeded their cognitive scope of "support equipment".
Ordinary spirit tool armor at most only provided extra protection and limited enhancement; being able to raise Spirit Power by three or four ranks could already be considered quite an outstanding work.
Yet the set of metal armor before their eyes seemed to have overturned and rewritten all known Spirit Tool theories overnight.
Jing Hongchen was the first person to pay attention to the Spirit Tool technology of the Spirit Transmission Hall. Through various channels, he had previously learned that the Spirit Transmission Hall's Spirit Tool level was not inferior to Mingde Hall's, and even in many details, there were many ingenious designs that made him unable to stop praising them.
Yet today, after seeing those four sets of battle armor make their debut with his own eyes, he realized that his previous assessment had grossly underestimated the Spirit Tool technology of the Spirit Transmission Hall.
It was not at all a matter of "being able to rival Mingde Hall"; that clearly far surpassed it!
Jing Hongchen sat back down in his chair, his fingers tightening slightly on the armrests, his gaze lingering away from the stage for a long time as a mixture of shock and heavy emotions churned in his heart.
On the stage, the Spirit Pagoda Team's Spirit Kings, having put on the One-Word Battle Armor, completely reversed the situation.
The once aggressive Holy Ghost Team's Spirit Emperors were now being driven back step by step, their previously ferocious and terrifying faces now filled with bewilderment and panic.
Jin Li, acting as the captain, saw the dumbfounded expressions of the opposing Evil Soul Masters and could not help letting out a loud laugh.
That laughter was unbridled and gratifying; ever since the match started, she had been waiting for this scene to play out.
She then no longer held back, flicking her right hand as the Golden Dragon Spear was firmly grasped in her palm.
That long spear, glowing with a dark golden luster throughout, vibrated slightly in her hands, causing the air at the tip of the spear to ripple with subtle rings.
This was the first time she had used this Divine Artifact since participating in the tournament.
Once the Golden Dragon Spear came out, Jin Li's aura climbed up another notch.
Her attacks became even sharper, the spear images shuttling across the stage like a golden-red lightning bolt, carrying an overwhelming, crushing power with every strike.
Although these Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Ghost Team were powerful, in front of the Spirit Pagoda Team amplified by the battle armor, they had completely lost their rhythm.
Even if they tried their utmost to turn the situation around, it was beyond saving.
After a mere few breaths, the outcome was already clear.
If the referee had not stepped in time to stop the Spirit Pagoda Team from continuing their pursuit, I'm afraid not a single one of these Evil Soul Masters would have been left alive.
In the end, this team match did not take much time from start to finish, but the entire process was like a storm compressed to the extreme, every second filled with dazzling clashes and twists.
The moment the referee announced the final victory of the Spirit Pagoda Team, the entire arena seemed to be ignited, erupting with earth-shattering cheers.
The Spirit Pagoda Team won both matches, seizing the ultimate championship of the All-Continent Youth Soul Master Tournament with an absolute advantage.
This championship could be considered well-deserved in the hearts of many; after all, their opponents were Evil Soul Masters, and they had suppressed them from start to finish with a clean and decisive victory.
"Spirit Pagoda! Spirit Pagoda! Spirit Pagoda..."
Those neat and passionate shouts resounded through the entire arena once again. Jin Li had fulfilled her promise of leading the Spirit Pagoda to win the championship.
Compared to the boiling enthusiasm in the audience seats, all the previously eliminated teams in the preparation area were also present today.
However, the topic they were discussing at this moment was not the fact that the Spirit Pagoda won the championship itself; the focus of their discussion was the spirit tool armor worn by those four Spirit Kings just moments ago.
The appearance of that armor brought them immense shock. Equipment that could directly provide a twenty-rank Spirit Power amplification—who wouldn't want it?
This was an amplification effect comparable only to what a support system Spirit Master at the Titled Douluo level could provide!
For these representatives from various major factions, what they saw was not just the Spirit Pagoda winning the championship, but even more so, something held in the hands of the Spirit Pagoda that was enough to change the continent's landscape.
Huo Yuhao felt the curious or fervent gazes cast from all around, listening to their lowered whispers, as the corners of his mouth curved slightly into an imperceptible arc.
This was precisely one of the reasons why he decided to let the Spirit Pagoda participate in this tournament.
The power of the battle armor had already been displayed in front of the entire continent, and the effect was more intuitive and powerful than any advertisement or publicity.
When promoting it later, there would be no need to waste extra breath explaining and proving it.
However, in the Sun Moon VIP seats, the atmosphere was completely different from the eager enthusiasm in the preparation area.
Sun Moon Regent Xu Tianran sat in his wheelchair, looking at the ocean of cheers below with a normal expression, but the knuckles gripping the armrests turned slightly pale.
He was silent for a moment, finally turning his head aside and shouting in a moderate voice: "Principal Hongchen?"
Hearing this, Jing Hongchen moved his gaze away from the stage, turning to Xu Tianran as he waited for the other party's subsequent words.
Not much emotion could be heard in Xu Tianran's tone as he asked: "What do you think of that set of spirit tool armor belonging to the Spirit Pagoda Team?"
Jing Hongchen was silent for a moment, his gaze dropping slightly as if weighing repeatedly in his heart how to answer this question.
When he finally spoke, his tone carried an undisguised sense of defeat: "Replying to Your Highness, that is definitely an epoch-making product. The Sun Moon Empire's advantage of leading the entire continent in Spirit Tools is probably gone."
Hearing this, Xu Tianran could not help but softly sigh as well.
He slowly said: "Indeed... If we let them continue to develop like this, Sun Moon will not have the slightest advantage left."
Hearing this, Jing Hongchen's eyes suddenly constricted.
He heard the subtext in Xu Tianran's words: the threat of the Spirit Pagoda had already grown large enough to make him feel wary.
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A/N:
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