At that moment, a golden light instantly enveloped the Dark Night Warplane, and the power that was released seemed like a devastating hurricane sweeping across the field. Li Hao felt as though he had returned to five years ago, back to the time when he was the celebrated Hunter King.
"Van Levitt, if you can take this slash, then you win." Blood Moon extended a lone hand towards Silver Spirit Lacer.
Complete silence filled the field. What did he just say?
Could he even manage to say that at this point?
Till now, nobody in the entire S tournament had ever been so presumptuous or arrogant... Faced with the defending champion, he actually dared to...
Van Levitt felt a suffocating pressure, beads of sweat dripping down his face. Was this the power of Li Hao? Like being targeted by a demon, every cell in his body was screaming in pain.
No, no, no, victory was within sight. He could definitely take this slash!
