Chapter 360: You have successfully infuriated This King

Humans are just this and nothing more!

Moya had used his own strength to end the battle quickly with him steamrolling his opponent. It was to prove this point to the Transcendent commoners! His popularity reached its peak at that moment.

In the audience stands, Shi Xiaobai and companys expressions immediately turned ashen.

In the mankinds history of the Nine Revolutions Transcendental Tower, the number of trial-takers that were able to force Moya into his second form was small to begin with. And the number who could defeat Moya could be counted with one hand. Therefore, it was not surprising that Feng Yuanlin would be defeated by Moya, who had used his second form immediately.

However, Moyas words had infuriated them.

Humans are just this and nothing more?

What a joke! There were numerous mighty human figures. Any paragon would easily steamroll Moya and Leonis!

But such discourse sounded lacking in strength. This was because in the trial, they were the only humans. In Transcendence, they were indeed representing all of mankind.

Pulp Farmer looked at Liu Yu and said with a heavy voice, Can you give me this opportunity?

Liu Yu fell silent for a few moments before nodding his head seriously. Alright!

What opportunity?

During the second round during the semi-finals, Liu Yu chose to throw in the towel.

Pulp Farmer and Moya would meet in the qualifying finals!

Without waiting for too long, or it could be said that Pulp Farmer and Moya did not wish to waste any time waiting. They both had their own reasons for them to be eager to begin the battle.

As such, the finals officially began a minute after the end of the semi-finals.

The qualifying final match and the challenge against the champion was always the two most anticipated battles in the tournament. Unlike the other qualifying matches, the result of the finals was determined if one side lost the ability to continue fighting or if they threw in the towel. The intensity and brutal nature of the match was something incomparable to the other qualifying matches.

The Transcendents looked forward to the beginning of the battle, and in the qualifying matches, Pulp Farmer had stood out from the three human participants. His incredible fighting techniques left people in awe.

However, this time, Pulp Farmer was holding a silver spear. It appeared as though he was planning on using his spear techniques to fight Moya.

When the referee gestured for both parties to get ready, Moya transformed once again. Just like when he faced Feng Yuanlin, Moya began in his second form from the beginning!

Moya said with a sneer, I will let everyone see that there is an unbridgeable gap between humans and Transcendents from birth!

Pulp Farmer had a cold expression and did not respond to Moyas nonsense. When the referee announced the beginning of the match, Pulp Farmer had already rushed forward with spear in hand!

Pulp Farmers eyes were ice-cold. As he ran, he thrust the spear in his hand at Moya!

Tyrant Spear!

Pulp Farmer was majestic and had an imposing aura. As he thrust out, it was as though space was torn apart. Sunlight was distorted by the pierce as a gigantic spear image appeared, engulfing Moya like a gloomy cloud!

The terrifying scene caused the audience to exclaim aloud!

Tricks!

Moya sneered. Against the imposing strike, he did not dodge it. Instead, he lifted his chest to clash with the spear!

Was Moya mad?

Obviously not!

Clang!

A deafening metallic sound echoed. When Pulp Farmers spear tip stabbed into Moyas chest, it came to an abrupt halt. The gigantic phantom spear dissipated!

The dark-green skin around Moyas chest suffused a metallic luster. It was unscathed by the stab of the spear!

How terrifying was his physical defense?

Pulp Farmers expression changed slightly as he retreated in a hurry so as to open up a distance.

This time, not only did Moya want to win, he wanted to win with sufficient posturing. He did not chase but instead stood in his spot. His composed appearance was as if he was waiting for Pulp Farmer to attack another time.

Moyas tendency to treat his opponent lightly had emerged again at this moment!

Pulp Farmer sneered. He raised his spear and bending his back with his right knee up, in a majestic pose, a domineering aura slowly stirred as though he was accumulating strength.

Humans are much stronger than you can imagine.

Pulp Farmer took a deep breath. He retracted his right arm and began gathering strength. A domineering aura surged as the light around him began distorting.

The audience held their breaths. This strike already appeared extremely powerful before it was even unleashed. This was probably the strongest attack the human had.

Take on this strike of mine!

Pulp Farmer angrily roared. The strike he had gathered strength for a long time finally thrust forward!

A cold beam first burst forward as a dragon-like spear accompanied it from behind!

When the spear thrust out, a gigantic phantom image of a dragon dashed straight at Moya!

The dragon roared while the world changed colors!

The audience stared confounded. Seeing the gigantic dragon phantom, they suddenly had the feeling of worshiping it!

However, Moya still did not bat an eyelid while facing this gigantic dragon phantom. He only raised his right arm!

Boom!

Moyas right hand suddenly gripped!

The gigantic dragon phantom instantly dissipated!

The silver spears tip was grabbed by Moya!

Look human. This is the gap between races!

Moya sneered and suddenly jerked his right hand!

Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!

Cracking sounds were heard in succession as the spear in Pulp Farmers hands began to crack, like a glass shattering!

At that moment, there was complete silence, only the sound of the spear shattering was left!

This was Moya!

This was the Transcendents!

His terrifying physique allowed Moya to be unafraid of using his bare chest to take on Pulp Farmers spear. He used his bare hands to shatter the powerful spear dragons phantom image!

The race of the Transcendents is the strongest race in the world! Humans are just this and nothing more!

Moya shouted loudly!

The spear was broken apart but the ignited fury Pulp Farmer was experiencing did not cease. He had requested Liu Yu for an opportunity, so he could not let it go to waste!

Pulp Farmer took a step forward and punched at Moya!

Moya gave a mocking smile and similarly smashed his fist towards Pulp Farmers fist!

When the fist collided with another fist, the sound of bones cracking was suddenly heard!

Boom!

Pulp Farmer was instantly sent flying as he flipped several times in mid-air. He flew out like a missile and slammed into the wall of the stadium before coming to a stop!

A loud crack echoed. The wall was filled with cracks as Pulp Farmer spewed blood from his mouth and slumped to the ground. His right arm was completely twisted. Clearly, the bones in his right arm had been severely fractured!

As for Moya, he was standing in his original spot. He slowly retracted his fist as though he had done something trivial.

A clash of fists and Pulp Farmer was completely defeated!

However, Pulp Farmer did not collapse. As blood gushed out from his mouth, he used his left hand to prop his upper body up. It was obvious how severely injured he was based on his extremely pale face. He no longer had the ability to continue fighting!

This was a steamroll!

It was a steamroll that belonged to the Transcendents!

Moya lifted his arms high and said loudly, Humans are just this and nothing more! Their naturally frail physique doom them to be a weak race! As for us, the Transcendents, we were born with powerful bodies, enough for us to become the strongest race in the world! Humans are not worth mentioning in front of the Transcendents!

Moyas declaration made the audience who held their breaths finally had a chance to erupt into the most passionate cheers!

Moya! Moya! Moya!

At that moment, Moya was the center of attention!

Then, let me end this boring battle!

Moya sneered. Suddenly, like a beast, he charged at Pulp Farmer, who was limp on the ground. His speed was astonishing fast. His eyes flickered with cold light as he suddenly kicked out towards Pulp Farmer like a spear!

The power of this kick exceeded Pulp Farmers dragon phantom spear attack!

Winning this battle only required him to knock his opponent unconscious, but Moyas kick was clearly far more than that!

If this kick were to hit the severely injured Pulp Farmer directly, it would probably take his life!

Go to hell, human!

This human named Pulp Farmer had eliminated three of the eight Bravehearts. He had committed a hideous crime deserving the harshest punishment!

Bang!

A colliding sound resounded!

Moyas expression changed slightly. His kick had not hit Pulp Farmer, but instead felt like it had kicked into an iron plate. What was going on?

Ah?

The audience exclaimed!

It was unknown when a black-haired youth appeared in front of Pulp Farmer.

The black-haired youth was grabbing Moyas foot with one hand, stopping Moyas kick!

On a closer look, there appeared to be a thin layer of a silver halo over the black-haired youths hair. It was as though his black hair was about to turn silvery-white.

You have succeeded in infuriating This King!