Chapter 231: Entering the Field to Clear It Out
"Buzz!"
The space seemed to be gently stirred by an invisible hand, trembling slightly. The next moment, Mo Fan's figure appeared like a ghost, directly at the retreat path of the four individuals.
Seeing Mo Fan actively pursue them, Qiao Sen's brows furrowed instantly, tightly knitting together to form a deep crease.
His eyes revealed a hint of solemnity as he pondered the tricky situation before him.
He knew very well that Mo Fan not only possessed the abilities he had just displayed, but also had two powerful Summoning Beasts.
If they were entangled by Mo Fan and his Summoning Beasts, the consequences would be unimaginable. They might even be completely defeated by Mo Fan and his other converging teammates, leading to a disastrous loss.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~"
But at this moment, the sea of fire seemed to be ignited by a powerful force, instantly boiling over.
The scorching flames surged like raging waves, tumbling and rushing, as Thunder Flame and Calamity Fire began to merge.
It must be said that Qiao Sen was overthinking things; Mo Fan had no intention of waiting for his teammates to arrive.
It could be said that if Feng Li hadn't been so conservative, or if Mo Fan hadn't also thought of giving other teammates a chance to perform, he could have dealt with them by himself in one sweep.
And now that he was already on the field, if he were still to be indecisive and go back and forth, would that still be the nature of him, the Great Demon?
It was also at this moment, under Mo Fan's dual domain suppression, that the elements in this area seemed to be subjected to an invisible pressure, completely squeezed dry.
Other elements seemed to be expelled, retreating one after another, completely replaced by fire elements.
For a time, this space seemed to transform into a pure world of flame, with scorching high temperatures pervading every inch of the air, making one feel as if they were in a blazing furnace.
Mo Fan reached into the boiling sea of fire and casually clenched his hand.
In an instant, an enormous Sword of Flame quickly condensed in his hand.
This Sword of Flame was entirely engulfed in roaring flames, which danced and leaped along the blade, emitting a chilling high temperature.
The blade shimmered with a dazzling purplish-red light, as if forged from pure flame essence, appearing incredibly sharp!
After the flaming Sword of Flame successfully condensed, the next moment, Mo Fan's eyes narrowed, and he directly swung the sword down towards the four members of the German team.
This sword contained his powerful magic and resolute aura. The blade sliced through the sky, leaving a long trail of flame like a burning meteor, directly striking towards the four members of the German team.
"Whoosh!"
The four individuals were all startled upon feeling this terrifying sword.
They knew full well that the power of Mo Fan's sword was not to be underestimated. Without the slightest hesitation, they quickly donned their most precious defensive magic tools.
These defensive magic tools emitted a faint glow around them, seemingly trying to resist the impending attack.
At the same time, the four individuals combined their efforts to unleash all the defensive measures they could.
For a moment, various defensive spells intertwined before them, forming dazzling light screens, attempting to block Mo Fan's fierce sword.
"Boom!!!"
"Clatter!"
However, under Mo Fan's Sword of Flame, condensed from dual soul fires, these defensive measures shattered like fragile glass the moment they made contact.
The Sword of Flame easily cut through the defensive light screens, emitting a deafening roar, followed by the clattering sound of the defensive magic tools breaking!!!
Those defensive magic tools that had originally glowed now also turned into fragments under the attack of the Sword of Flame, scattering across the ground.
"Boom!!!"
Although Mo Fan's sword successfully broke through their defenses, he knew in his heart that this alone would not be enough to completely knock them out.
After all, the German team could reach the quarterfinals, so their strength naturally had some foundation; they wouldn't be completely defeated so easily.
Indeed, he soon saw that only one referee had taken one dark-skinned woman off the field, and the remaining three should have withstood this wave of pressure.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle"
It was at this moment that lightning, as if summoned by some force, densely coiled around Mo Fan.
The flames that had originally surrounded him gradually dissipated, replaced by the absolutely domineering Tyrant Wild Thunder.
This Tyrant Wild Thunder appeared a dark, grayish-black, each bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, flickering with a cold, eerie light, as if from the eyes of a demon from the depths of hell.
The lightning twisted and leaped around Mo Fan's body, emitting crackling, explosive sounds. The powerful electrical force seemed capable of instantly destroying everything around it.
At this point, the situation on the field grew increasingly tense.
And just then, a gigantic dark, grayish-black demonic claw descended from high in the sky, enveloping the area.
This demonic claw was incredibly massive; each finger was formed by dozens of hundred-meter-long lightning bolts twisted together. With a total of five fingers, it looked entirely like a colossal demon's hand pressing down onto the tiny ground.
People under this lightning were as tiny as puppets, as if they could be crushed by this giant demonic claw at any moment.
The claw lightning covered a large area and was slowly moving towards the palm, like an open claw slowly clenching, giving a strong sense of oppression.
The three members of the German team were greatly alarmed at this sight and were forced to all hide in the center. They successively brought out their last defensive magic tools and defensive skills, attempting to resist this terrifying Tyrant Thunder Demonic Claw.
Various defensive lights flickered and intertwined before them, forming a final line of defense, hoping to withstand this terrifying attack from the sky.
"Boom!!!!"
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle"
When this wave of destructive attack fell, the powerful impact instantly blasted the German team's location into a mess.
Dust flew, smoke billowed, and various defensive lights shattered and dissipated upon collision with the demonic claw.
After this round of attack, the only one still standing was the captain, Qiao Sen. As for the other two, they had already been taken off the stage by the referee.
His body was covered in dust, and his clothes were torn in several places, making him look disheveled, but his eyes still held a hint of stubbornness.
"Still going?" Mo Fan had already soared into the air, his figure suspended in mid-air, as he asked Qiao Sen, who no longer had much resistance.
His voice was remarkably clear amidst the chaotic battlefield, carrying the composure of a victor.
"We… surrender."
Qiao Sen looked at Mo Fan. Though his heart was filled with countless unwillingness, he could only choose to surrender.
He knew very well in his heart that not only did he have no ability to resist now, but even if he did, what could he, one person, do?