In the span of speaking, Qing Hong attempted to take two steps forward, realizing the sharpness of the silk web had exceeded his imagination. With every step, a heart-wrenching pain shot from under his feet. Given his current distance from Chang Wei, before he can reach Chang Wei, his soles would be shredded by the silk web.

"Do you think that aside from puppetry technique, I know nothing else? Do you still believe that as a Puppet Master, all I have with me are merely a few strings connecting the puppets?" Chang Wei sneered, this is the consequence of your ridicule.

At this moment, Qing Hong was filled with regret. He should have resolved Chang Wei in one go while he was injured, instead of stopping to taunt. Now he found himself in such a dilemma.

"Did I actually lose?" Qing Hong couldn't believe the reality before him, an unprecedented sense of defeat filled him with shame.

"Impossible! I won't lose to you!" Qing Hong roared furiously, his body swelled instantly to over three meters in height, his entire being radiating a red glow, and even the green-brown fur stood on end. He soon transformed into a giant minotaur-like figure.

"Not good, he's about to use that move!" exclaimed a captain from the third team below the stage.

A terrifying aura spread across the Martial Arts Arena. Chang Wei had only felt this terrifying aura once, on the day his father successfully crafted the Drilling Armor Corpse. A strong sense of crisis surged in Chang Wei's heart, knowing Qing Hong was likely about to unleash his trump card.

Seemingly sensing the explosive power contained in this aura, the four elders seated cross-legged on the pillars also opened their eyes at this time. A red beam shot from their chests, linking into a shield surrounding the Martial Arts Arena, using the column as a conductor, to prevent the aftershocks from affecting the spectators.

Qing Hong, after going berserk, had eyes that flashed pitch-black like ink, with muscles emitting explosive power to an astonishing degree, stepping towards Chang Wei one step at a time.

"I will tear you apart!" Qing Hong's big mouth opened, spewing vile black air, his already ghastly visage now distorted to an alarming degree, clearly enraged to the utmost.

Qing Hong after rampaging had lost all sense of pain, although his feet stepping on the silk web were shredded beyond recognition, he kept advancing firmly towards Chang Wei. Each step he took caused the entire Martial Arts Arena to resonate.

Chang Wei's expression remained unmoved, calmly pulling out a coil of silver thread from his chest, gently tossing it, instantly reconnecting it to "Earth Covering".

Chang Wei sighed and said, "'Earth Covering,' this time, you may have to sacrifice yourself, despite how long you've been with me, I'm sorry."

With that said, Chang Wei's hands began moving rapidly, so fast that they produced afterimages, as dark Qi continuously coursed up the strings, chanting under his breath.

"I bestow upon you life, the expression of art vividly unfolds within you, your limbs tethered to mine, showcasing the pinnacle of art on the stage of life, puppet! Let your final art be unveiled! I shall persevere alongside you!"

As Chang Wei chanted, the thread in his hands began dancing swiftly. "Earth Covering" seemed to be endowed with life, mimicking Chang Wei's movements, creating resonance between one person and one puppet.

Meanwhile, Qing Hong drew ever closer to Chang Wei, so close that Chang Wei could feel the heat from Qing Hong's breath.

"Go up! 'Earth Covering' Chang Family Puppetry Technique Ultimate Technique, calculations exhausted!"

"I will tear you apart!" Qing Hong's massive hand slowly reached out to slap Chang Wei, the forceful wind even lifting Chang Wei's clothes and hair, yet he remained still, slowly releasing the thread in his hands, eyes filled with reluctance and nostalgia.

At that moment, "Earth Covering" finally moved. Its wooden eyes suddenly sparked with a hint of vitality, glancing at Chang Wei before making a farewell gesture, then stood in front of Qing Hong. All these actions seemingly performed without Chang Wei's control, the entire puppet now appeared to be a living person.

"Get away! Die with your master!" Qing Hong's palm changed direction toward 'Earth Covering,' with an unstoppable force attempting to blow it away. 'Earth Covering,' however, lightly raised its arm, opening the wooden boxes on its body. In an instant, numerous metallic gun barrels extended from the puppet, all aimed at Qing Hong.

After a brief lock-on, the barrels began spewing tongues of fire in anger, tens of thousands of silver needles shot from the barrels all over the puppet's body towards Qing Hong. Although berserk, the survival instinct drove Qing Hong to retract his hand hovering in the air, shielding his chest.

Tens of thousands of silver needles shot toward Qing Hong like a storm, some nullified by his wool-like hair, but most pierced into Qing Hong's flesh. The impact of such a massive amount of silver needles caused Qing Hong to retreat repeatedly, stepping into the silk web below, blood splattering.

In an instant, the previously imposing bull demon transformed into a bloodied figure, with Qing Hong's blood splattered everywhere. He retreated to the other side of the arena as the fire ceased, his body too grievously injured to maintain his transformation. Soon, Qing Hong reverted to his original form, collapsing in a pool of blood.

And 'Earth Covering', having emptied its payload of silver needles, collapsed like a patient without medication, falling apart and turning to ashes.

"'Earth Covering,' fare thee well." Chang Wei's eyes released a tear, he wiped away the tear marks, collected the silk web on the ground, and coldly addressed the unconscious Qing Hong, "Never underestimate anyone, even an unremarkable puppet can easily claim your life."

"Too strong." The audience was momentarily silent, immersed in the battle, their shock unabated.

The face of the third team's captain was ashen, his hands tightly clenched into fists as he looked at Chang Wei on the stage, while the rest of the third team also wore solemn expressions, not expecting to encounter such an opponent in the first round.

"Round three, match two, victory to the Ancient Clan!"

The arena resounded with thunderous applause, through this battle, Chang Wei earned the recognition of everyone present.

"Good job, Chang Wei." Zhang Po witnessed Chang Wei's strength for the first time, initially wary of this descendant of the Chang Family. However, this battle earned Chang Wei his complete recognition.

Sitting cross-legged in the audience, Xiao Yifei's lips curled into a smile. Despite recovering from physical depletion during the match, he sensed the match's situation, very pleased with Chang Wei's performance.

Chang Wei flashed a radiant smile to the duo, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth; the Ultimate Technique just now had drained him considerably. Feeling the exhaustion in his body, Chang Wei apologized to Zhang Po saying, "I can only go so far, Brother Zhang Po, my physical depletion is quite severe."

Zhang Po nodded: "You've done exceedingly well, now it's up to Xiao Yifei and I. Don't worry, we won't let you down, perhaps even outperform you."

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