Darryl did not hide his power when he formed the protective shield earlier.
There was no point to continue pretending since it was the finals.
Darryl looked at Carl closely, smiling. “Carl! You didn’t expect that, right? Let me tell you something; I’m not a Martial Saint!”
Next, Darryl loosened up his hands and legs and said calmly, “You made your attack, but now it’s my turn!”
As he spoke, Darryl’s internal energy exploded and charged forward with his body as fast as lightning.
Bang!
Carl did not have time to react at all. Darryl’s powerful punch struck him, and his body flew out of the battle arena, then fell like a broken kite. He fell a hundred feet away and landed on the pillar outside before dropping on the ground.
Carl forced himself to stand up, his face pale as he looked at Darryl. He was stunned. ‘This guy hid his internal energy!’
He pointed at Darryl and could only say one word in anger, “You…”
Then, everything turned dark, and he fainted.
The entire venue was silent at that moment!
The hundred thousand pairs of eyes were staring at Darryl. All of them were in shock and could not speak!
‘This…this Luca has been hiding his real ability!’
‘What a fellow!’
At that moment, Matteo, who was at the resting area, looked angry.
‘He’s a genius. He’s been hiding his real ability. Even I was fooled! However, no matter how strong you are, you’re only a Martial Emperor. You still won’t win first place when you battle with me later,’ he thought as a flash of evil flashed in Matteo’s eyes.
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