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"So... let's start with a little test," Xue Jing muttered to himself, the burning of his blood lending a raspy, gravelly texture to his voice, which was much deeper than usual.
"Bang——!!"
Without any warning and no visible preparatory movements, Xue Jing suddenly disappeared.
The metal tree on which he had been standing exploded in an instant. Its sturdy trunk, made of steel, shattered, sending countless metal fragments flying in all directions. Leaves of steel scattered, raining down like iron leaves, while the top third of the entire metal tree burst apart, the middle was riddled with cracks, and the base was deeply indented several meters into the ground.
The mere recoil from Jing's accelerated movement had caused such destruction.
The sonic boom's wailing was too late to spread; a white streak extended in the void as Jing was already standing atop the 'head' of the Sky Cone.