Oscar sneered coldly, confident in his position.

But Adrian’s voice cut through the tension, icy and calm. "Do you really think you've already won?"

Oscar looked at him with disdain, convinced Adrian was bluffing. At this stage, hadn't all the trump cards been revealed?

The crowd watched in suspense, sweat forming on their brows as they believed Adrian's defeat was inevitable.

Suddenly, Adrian’s gaze sharpened. "I knew you weren’t simple, and I’ll admit your methods are impressive. But this ends now."

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding air filled with sharp, piercing sounds.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

It was like thousands of arrows had been shot at once. From the void, countless divine swords appeared, streaking across the sky and converging to form a massive sword formation.

The crowd was stunned, eyes wide with disbelief.

"How... How is this possible?" someone muttered.

The mere sight of the sword formation sent shivers down their spines.

"My sword won't stop trembling!"