Chapter 35: A Grand Display in the Finals, Claiming the Championship with Extraordinary Power

At the entrance of the arena, a tall and burly figure strode in slowly—blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a predatory gaze like a leopard’s. It was Tom.

“Well, well, fancy meeting you here!” a cold smirk curled on Mao Yu’s lips. It seemed there was no escaping this final showdown.

Tom walked straight up to Mao Yu, his voice dripping with disdain: “Mao Yu, I haven’t forgotten our last defeat. This time, you’ll pay the price!”

The air around them seemed to freeze. The crowd’s cheers dwindled into tense whispers.

Mao Ling clenched her fists tightly in the stands, silently praying for her brother’s victory.

Feng Yao appeared calm on the surface, but a flicker of worry lingered in her eyes.

“Beep—” A sharp whistle pierced the silence of the arena. The final match officially began!

Without hesitation, Tom launched an attack. A dazzling beam shot from his palm, aimed directly at Mao Yu.

“His speed’s more than doubled!” Mao Yu’s heart skipped a beat as he swiftly dodged to the side.

Boom! The light struck the ground, creating a massive crater, stones scattering everywhere.

Before Mao Yu could catch his breath, Tom’s second attack came like a phantom—his movements flickered unpredictably, each strike radiating lethal intent.

“What’s with the referee? Why is he ignoring Tom’s fouls?” murmurs of doubt surfaced from the audience.

Referee Wang’s face flushed with awkwardness but he made no move to intervene.

Mao Yu dodged while keeping a wary eye on the referee’s behavior.

He knew this battle wasn’t just against Tom—it was a fight against an unfair system.

“Looks like it’s time to unleash the big guns!” a glint sparked in Mao Yu’s eyes. He took a deep breath, letting his supernatural powers surge wildly...

“Kid, how long do you think you can keep dodging?” Tom snarled, condensing an even more blinding light orb in his hand and smashing it down fiercely!

Mao Yu’s body exploded backward, barely escaping the lethal blow. The energy’s aftershock made the arena’s fence hum with vibration.

That was close! If that had landed, he’d be lucky not to lose skin, let alone life!

“Is Tom on drugs or something? His power’s ridiculous!” Mao Yu muttered to himself.

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In the stands, Mao Ling stomped her feet anxiously, tears welling up as she cried, “Come on, brother! Be careful!”

Though Feng Yao’s face remained as cold as ice, her heart churned violently. Her beautiful eyes locked onto Mao Yu, fearing something might go wrong.

Tom’s attacks rained down like a furious storm, pushing Mao Yu to the very corner of the arena. The space for maneuver shrank by the second.

“This kid’s pretty good at dodging!” Tom sneered, intensifying his assault, clearly aiming for a quick finish.

Dust swirled, energy waves rippled—Mao Yu’s situation grew dire, making the audience hold their breath.

Mao Ling couldn’t help but sob aloud, while Feng Yao furrowed her brow tightly, sweat beading on her palm.

At this critical moment, a sly smile curled on Mao Yu’s lips.

“System, activate ‘Superpower Surge’!”

A golden light flashed, enveloping Mao Yu in a powerful aura, his momentum skyrocketing!

“What?!” Tom blinked in shock. Why did Mao Yu suddenly look like he’d been injected with adrenaline?

Before Tom could react, Mao Yu appeared in a blur right before him.

“Take this!” Mao Yu roared, delivering a punch charged with terrifying energy straight into Tom’s chest.

Boom! The impact sent Tom flying like a kite with a snapped string. He crashed hard onto the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

“No way! The tables have turned!” The stands erupted in thunderous cheers. Mao Ling wiped her tears into a smile, and Feng Yao’s lips curved with relief.

“Cough, cough...” Tom struggled to rise, disbelief etched on his face. “You... you actually...”

Mao Yu dusted himself off casually. “This is just the beginning.”

Seizing the momentum, Mao Yu launched a “Lightning Five-Whip Combo,” leaving Tom seeing stars.

“Is that all? What happened to your earlier arrogance?” Mao Yu taunted relentlessly, his moves merciless.

Tom refused to yield. With a furious roar, his energy burst violently, unleashing a “Titan’s Wrath” backhand strike toward Mao Yu.

Boom! The two powerful forces collided, shattering the center of the arena. Brilliant light exploded outward, turning the battlefield to daylight.

Spectators screamed in excitement, whipping out their phones to capture this rare pinnacle duel.

“Awesome! Mao Shao is amazing!” Mao Ling waved her little flag, her face flushed with excitement, itching to rush up and cheer for her brother.

Though Feng Yao maintained her icy goddess demeanor, the worry in her eyes had transformed into exhilaration, and the corner of her mouth lifted ever so slightly.

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“Now that’s more like it!” Mao Yu’s fighting spirit surged. His supernatural powers churned wildly as he effortlessly unleashed dazzling skills.

“Flame Storm,” “Frost Dragon,” “Spatial Distortion”—the crowd was dazzled and thrilled beyond measure.

Tom was driven back by Mao Yu’s fierce assault, his heart a mixture of shock and fury. How had this kid’s strength shot up so suddenly?

Was he hiding his true power?

“No way, I can’t lose!” Tom gritted his teeth and summoned every ounce of strength to try and turn the tide.

But Mao Yu fought like he was invincible, pressing the attack relentlessly, allowing Tom no chance to breathe.

“Feng Yao, Mao Ling, I will win!” Mao Yu’s heart swelled with power as he recalled their hopeful gazes.

“Ultimate Secret Technique—Chaos Divine Thunder!” Mao Yu clasped his hands together, summoning a colossal pillar of golden light descending from the heavens to engulf Tom.

“Ah!” Tom screamed as the overwhelming energy blasted him away, crashing heavily to the ground, unconscious.

“Victory!” The crowd erupted in applause like thunder. Mao Ling leapt to her feet, and Feng Yao’s face lit up with a smile of satisfaction.

Referee Wang’s face turned ashen. Realizing the match was lost, he slunk away from the arena in disgrace.

Amid the cheers, Mao Yu ascended the podium to receive the grand prize—a medal glowing with golden light.

Feng Yao and Mao Ling rushed up, embracing him tightly, tears glistening in their eyes.

“Mao Yu, you’re incredible!” Feng Yao’s voice trembled with emotion.

“Brother, you’re my hero!” Mao Ling gazed at him with pure admiration.

Mao Yu looked at them, his heart overflowing with happiness and pride.

He had done it. He was the champion of the Supernatural Powers Tournament. His name would be etched into history!

Yet, just as he basked in the joy of victory, a voice suddenly whispered in his ear...

“Congratulations on your championship, Mao Shao! We’d like to request an exclusive interview with you...”