"BOOM!"
A world-shaking explosion tore through the air as the two collided. Terrifying shockwaves erupted from the impact, rippling outward in every direction.
Heaven and earth trembled at the force.
The ground beneath them began to collapse, cratering outward as the shockwaves spread.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
Lance and The Spear-Mage Master engaged in a frenzied duel within the void.
In a re heartbeat, they had exchanged millions of blows.
The battle reached a fever pitch, with neither side gaining the upper hand.
Since Lance wasn't using any of his abilities, he relied solely on his physical body, pushing his combat power to the Galactic Realm, Sixth Heaven.
This level of power was almost identical to his opponent's.
Typically, a top-ten powerhouse of the Planetary Class could cross fifteen or sixteen minor realms to fight.
Thus, the battle had beco a raw contest of whose fundantal power was more terrifying.
The reason for this parity was that Lance’s actual cultivation realm was eight minor levels lower than his opponent’s. Those eight minor levels represented a several-hundred-fold difference in base stats.
This ant that if their levels were equal and no abilities were used, Lance would be hundreds of tis stronger than the super-genius before him.
This was one of the absolute top geniuses in the entire universe!
One of only ten such individuals in the entire The Supre God-Realm.
Yet, Lance's pure physical combat power surpassed theirs by hundreds offold.
The sheer scale of it was horrifying.
Of course, the reason he could achieve such a feat was his monstrously high-tier techniques and martial skills. While the geniuses before him possessed heaven-defying talent, the martial skills they practiced were only at the Tier 8 Peak grade.
It wasn't that they lacked access to higher-level skills; they simply didn't have the talent to master them.
Cultivating a Tier 8 Peak skill to the Perfect Realm required an astronomical amount of ti.
If they attempted to cultivate a Tier 9 technique, they might exhaust their entire lifespan before ever truly learning it.
Furthermore, any technique not practiced to the Perfect Realm provided a significantly weaker boost to combat power.
Because of this, these super-geniuses of The Supre God-Realm usually practiced techniques two major realms above their own level.
While their techniques were powerful, how could they possibly compare to Lance’s Tier 14 Perfect-grade technique, the Eternal Soul Protocol?
It was impossible. At most, they might cultivate Tier 11 or 12 techniques. Anything higher would only reach the Entry level, which provided almost no boost to their strength. It was more practical to master a lower-tier technique to the Proficiency level before moving on to higher ones later.
But Lance? He was currently wielding a terrifying Tier 11 martial skill.
His cultivation technique had reached the Tier 14 Immortal Grade, and he had mastered it to the heaven-defying Perfect Realm.
It was utterly absurd.
As for his Source Power Compression, Lance realized that even these geniuses of The Supre God-Realm—and even those from the Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm—only possessed ten turns of Source Power Compression and ten levels of Soul Qualitative Shift.
Without exception. Lance felt a surge of relief that he had chosen to cultivate to his limits previously. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to crush others through the sheer quality of his techniques and martial skills.
If he hadn't, he would have been the one crushed once he reached the God-King realm or higher. After all, every person who reached the God-King realm had been a top-ten genius in their youth, capable of fighting across a full major realm.
By that point, their techniques would have caught up. If Lance's foundation were ten tis weaker, his head would have been smashed in!
Of course, Lance’s techniques would undoubtedly beco even more terrifying by then. The peak of techniques in this world was at most Tier 15 or 16, but the upper limit of Lance’s Reconstruction ability was far beyond that.
"You are strong," The Spear-Mage Master roared. "In that case, take this! Myriad Spear Shadows!"
In an instant, countless spear silhouettes rained down from the sky like a teor shower, hurtling toward Lance.
"Impressive spearwork! If that's how it is...!"
Lance's eyes lit up. He thrust his spear toward the sky with explosive force.
"ROAR!"
The phantom of the divine dragon behind him roared, transforming into a torrent of energy that surged into his spear.
"Great Destruction Spear Technique!"
With a thunderous shout, Lance thrust his spear upward with savage intensity.
"ROAR!"
Amidst a world-shaking dragon's cry, a spear ten thousand miles long erupted from Lance's hands.
A dragon coiled and writhed along the length of the Umbra-colored shaft.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The massive spear collided with the teor-like silhouettes raining from above, causing the entire world to shudder violently.
Under the relentless bombardnt of the powerful silhouettes, the soaring spear was pinned in the void, unable to advance another inch.
However, the terrifying energy trapped within transford into sonic waves that blasted outward in all directions.
Deafening roars and violent shockwaves surged toward both combatants.
For Lance, the impact was negligible. But in the sky, The Spear-Mage Master’s body began to crack and rupture under the weight of the sound waves.
Despite his state, he was forced to strike again and again, sending spear shadows to hold back the Great Destruction Spear. He knew that if he stopped for even a second, the spear would obliterate him instantly.
"Pfft!"
Blood sprayed from his mouth as his flesh tore, revealing the white bone beneath.
"CRACK!"
Finally, the pressure beca too much. The Spear-Mage Master’s right arm snapped.
He desperately tried to switch the weapon to his left hand, but it was already too late.
"Damn it... I lost. Just a little more!" The Spear-Mage Master sighed in despair.
Lance's Great Destruction Spear finally shattered the barrage of spear shadows and slamd into him with unstoppable montum.
"BOOM!"
A cataclysmic explosion followed as the spear master disintegrated into a mist of blood.
The blood mist quickly dissolved into streams of data, vanishing from the arena.
The appearance of the data streams signaled his absolute death—both his physical form and his soul had been extinguished. Lance had truly won.
"ROAR!"
The massive spear projection in the sky let out one last high-pitched dragon cry before exploding into a shower of light that faded into the horizon.
"Finally won. That was a hell of a fight!"
Lance couldn't help but exhale. It was the first ti since arriving in this era that he had enjoyed such a visceral battle.
Although he hadn't used his full power, he had pushed his limits in terms of raw physical capability without relying on any elental abilities. It was essentially the sa as going all out.
Ding! Congratulations. You have successfully defeated your opponent! The next challenge will begin shortly!
A surge of energy swept through the area, instantly repairing the decimated arena.
Following a ripple in space, a new opponent appeared across from him.
This ti, Lance stopped holding back.
He unleashed his Holy Light imdiately, obliterating his opponent in their very first exchange.
If The Spear-Mage Master were here, he would have likely coughed up blood in rage. He had struggled with everything he had, believing he was only a hair's breadth away from Lance's level, never imagining that Lance hadn't even used a tenth of his power. To be precise, it wasn't even a percent! After all, even now, Lance had yet to touch his most devastating trump cards: Destruction Power and Void Power.
What followed—from the seventh rank down to the second—was utterly devoid of suspense. Every opponent Lance faced was t with a single Holy Light Impact and instantly vaporized. The so-called geniuses were left in a state of absolute shock, dying without even understanding how they’d been defeated. So didn't even catch a glimpse of Lance’s face before they were sent packing.
"Congratulations on defeating the second rank. You are about to challenge the first rank. Please prepare yourself!"
Lance’s gaze shifted forward as the notification echoed in his mind. Experience told him that the gap between the first and second ranks was usually massive, much like the chasm between second and ninth. While the ninth rank’s peak strength hovered around the sixth-tier Galactic Realm, the second rank had reached the eighth-tier—a fourfold difference in raw power. With their respective multipliers, that was a jump from 300,000 to 1.2 million tis their base strength. The disparity was staggering.
A low hum vibrated through the air. Before Lance, streams of data cascaded from the endless void, coalescing rapidly into the silhouette of a young girl. Lance’s eyes flickered with interest.
"A female cultivator? That’s rare. They’ve been few and far between at the top of the rankings. This should be interesting." As the figure solidified, Lance recognized her as one of The Humanoids. Finally, the light faded, revealing a young girl in a flowing green robe.
"An Elf? Seriously? They actually exist?" Lance stared at her transparent wings, pointed ears, and amber eyes, his curiosity piqued.
The girl imdiately tightened her grip on her weapon, eyeing Lance with intense focus. It was obvious she hadn't seen much combat—at least not against other races.
"She must be one of those super-geniuses from a hidden race. But why is her life force so dense? Did she comprehend a life-based elental power?" He frowned. "Wait, life-based elents? How did she make rank one? Those elents are notoriously weak in direct combat."
He watched the wary Elven girl, and a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. "Wait... could it be? It’s not just an ordinary life elent... is it the legendary Life Power?"
The thought left him stunned. Those who could grasp The Ten Supre Elents across the entire universe numbered fewer than a hundred. Ninety percent of them only achieved it after reaching the Immortal Class, and the rest usually waited until they were at the God-King level. Lance having Destruction Power at the Planetary Realm was already a "cheat code" level advantage. Now, another genius with a possible Life Power had appeared right in front of him.
Statistically, the odds of two such geniuses appearing at the sa ti were zero. Of course, Lance didn't dwell on it too much, given that his own situation was an anomaly.
"I need to test this. It might just be the fourteenth-rank Vitality of Creation," Lance decided. He offered a small, friendly smile to the timid girl. "Hey there. Quick question—is that elent you’re using Life Power?"
Theia froze, her eyes wide with shock. "Huh? How did you know?"
The mont the words left her mouth, she clapped her hands over her lips. "Oh no!" She realized she’d just exposed her greatest secret. Her ntor, The Holy Elven Monarch, had warned her never to reveal her Life Power, or not even The Elven Empire would be able to protect her.
"What do I do? What do I do? If people find out, I’m dead!" Overwheld by the realization that she’d leaked her secret the mont she stepped out into the world, tears began to well in her eyes.
Lance watched her frantic mumbling, feeling a bit speechless. She was genuinely innocent, not just acting.
"Um, can I take back what I just said?" Theia asked timidly.
Lance sighed. "I already heard it. How do you 'take it back'? Unless you’ve mastered Ti Power and can rewind the clock?"
"What? I can't? Then what am I going to do? I don't want to die yet!" She looked at Lance with a pout, as if it were his fault.
"Look, only the two of us are here," Lance said, throwing up his hands. "As long as you don't tell anyone, I won't either."
Theia’s face lit up instantly. "Really? You promise?" She flew right up to Lance’s face, her large, watery eyes staring intently into his.
"I promise. Why would I tell? What’s in it for ?" Lance replied. Up close, he could feel the staggering, boundless Life Power pulsing within her. He frowned slightly. "But honestly, even if I don't say anything, anyone with a bit of experience will figure out you’re using a high-level life elent. They might even guess it’s Life Power. Don't you have a technique to hide your aura?"
"I do, I do!" Theia chirped. "I just... I got scared when I saw you and forgot to use it!"
She bead, deciding that while Lance looked a bit intimidating, he wasn't a bad guy. She quickly circulated her cultivation technique, and her overwhelming aura vanished instantly.
"There, now I can't feel it anymore," Lance noted with a nod. "In that case, let’s get this fight started."
Even though her aura was suppressed, Lance could still sense a faint resonance—the natural pull between two wielders of the Supre Elents.
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