"Notify everyone in the top ten. Whoever is available should co at once—I’m on a tight schedule!"
Lance didn't have any ti to waste here, so he spoke his demands directly to the Virtual Universe.
Such arrogant words were, evidently, nothing new to the Virtual Universe.
"Understood. Your one-versus-ten challenge has been issued. Furthermore, due to your specific requirents, this battle will be broadcast across the entire Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm!"
The Virtual Universe responded instantly after receiving Lance's instructions.
Lance paused for a mont at those words.
"A broadcast to the entire God-Realm just for a fight? Isn’t that just asking for people to hate ?"
Lance was speechless, though he didn't truly care. Let them hate him. It wasn’t as if anyone could actually track him down and kill him for his arrogance. Those who possessed such power wouldn't waste their ti paying attention to a re Great Grandmaster-level genius in a small place like the Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm.
If he was going to be arrogant, he might as well take it to the absolute limit.
Within a combat starscape constructed by the Virtual Universe, two teenage figures were locked in a frantic, violent struggle.
As the two clashed, the massive planet beneath their feet disintegrated into fragnts.
If anyone had seen that these two were only at the peak of the Great Grandmaster rank, they would have been shocked to the core. This massive planet was larger than an average star, yet under their hands, it seed as fragile as glass, crumbling at a terrifying speed.
It was clear that their combat power had already reached the Stellar level.
Each of them was a super-genius capable of leaping across an entire major realm in power.
BOOM!
Finally, following a world-shaking explosion, one of the youths was blown into a mist of blood.
The remaining youth was riddled with holes, his body mangled. In the real world, such injuries would have been fatal without imdiate dical intervention, but the boy didn't seem to care in the slightest.
Hum—!
Sure enough, as a stream of data flooded into him, the boy felt his injuries vanish. His body was instantly restored.
Congratulations, esteed genius. Your ranking has risen from tenth to ninth!
The notification rang in his mind, and the boy smiled.
"Finally, the top nine. In terms of talent, no one in the clan's younger generation is my match anymore. Mother, I swear I will place your morial tablet into the House Pura ancestral hall!"
Determination hardened the boy's face.
Greetings, esteed genius. The contestant ranked tenth is preparing to challenge you. Do you accept? You have three challenge attempts remaining today. If you refuse, the challenger will automatically take your rank.
A second notification pulled a frown from the boy.
"I just won and soone is already challenging ? And it’s the tenth rank. Is Turital still unsatisfied after I just beat him?"
The boy’s anger flared. Although he had won with difficulty, the gap in strength was established. He would win even if they fought ten more tis.
"Then I’ll just beat you again until you finally give up!"
He scoffed and imdiately accepted the challenge.
Whir—!
The space around him rippled, and the boy vanished. When he reappeared, he was standing on a massive arena stage.
However, the mont he arrived, he froze. He found himself surrounded by several other geniuses, all looking just as bewildered as he was.
"What's going on? Why are you all here?"
A Titan youth standing a hundred ters tall scratched his head in confusion as he looked at the others.
"Weren't we challenged by the tenth rank? Who even is the tenth rank?"
"So you were all challenged by the tenth rank too? as well!"
"Interesting. It seems everyone was challenged by the sa person at the sa ti. That takes so serious guts."
"Tarl, wasn't the tenth rank you? Are you challenging all of us?"
The geniuses were all familiar with one another. Over the last few centuries, they had fought almost daily. They knew each other's styles and strengths inside out.
Their gazes quickly shifted toward the boy who had just arrived—Tarl.
"It’s not ! I just hit ninth place. I’m not the tenth rank anymore!" Tarl replied hurriedly, feeling the pressure.
While the gap between the top ten seed small, the reality was quite different. The strength difference between each rank was massive, especially among the top three, who could almost one-shot anyone ranked below them. Given his strength, even against soone just two sub-ranks higher, he wasn't guaranteed a win, let alone against the rank one genius.
There was no way he would dare challenge everyone else at once.
Hum—!
Just then, the void in the distance shimred with data. Under the watchful eyes of the nine geniuses, a figure slowly materialized. It was Lance.
"A Desolate? He's a genius from the Desolates? I guess he’s the new number ten."
"Never seen him before. Which civilization is he from?"
"Maybe he’s a genius who migrated from another Universal God-Realm?"
"Funny. A newcor thinks he can take us all on. He’s got balls, I’ll give him that."
The nine geniuses stared at Lance. They were stunned to see a face they didn't recognize, but that shock quickly turned into indignation. A newcor was acting this arrogant, demanding to fight all of them at once? It was an insult.
Whir—!
Another ripple in space brought one more person into the arena.
The others recognized him imdiately. It was Turital, the forr ninth rank whom Tarl had just defeated. He was now officially ranked eleventh.
"What is this?"
"Why is Turital here too?"
The geniuses were completely lost.
Rank 10: Lance, is initiating a one-versus-ten challenge against the forr Top 10! The battle is sanctioned. This fight will be broadcast live across the entire Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm!
The Virtual Universe’s announcent acted like a spark in a powder keg. The ten geniuses fell silent for a heartbeat before exploding in fury.
"Holy sht, this kid is delusional! He wants to fight ten of us?"
"Who does he think he is? God-King Valerius? Does anyone know where this brat lives? I’m going to find him in the real world and teach him a lesson he'll never forget!"
“Let’s just beat the hell out of him right here. Who’s going first? If no one wants it, I’ll start!”
“Bullshit! If there’s a fight, I’m going first!”
In that mont, the ten great geniuses were seething with rage. They were determined to teach this newcor, Lance, a lesson he’d never forget. Challenging ten of them at once was the height of arrogance, but worse still was the fact that Lance was broadcasting the entire thing live across the Divine Kingdom.
Did he really want to stream his own funeral?
“Ugh, these guys... It’s not like I asked for the livestream,” Lance muttered, speechless at their posturing. “Besides, if it weren’t for getting those rewards sooner, who would even bother fighting a bunch of atheads like you?”
“Hey, are you guys ready or what? If you’ve decided who’s going first, then let’s get on with it! If not, just co at all at once. The result will be the sa either way.”
He watched them bicker over who would be the first to die and shook his head. If he attacked now, it would look like a sneak attack, and his reputation would take a hit. Otherwise, these people would have been dead long ago.
“Hahaha! I’m first! Don’t even think about it!”
Finally, a Shark-kin genius roared, laughing with excitent after winning the random selection.
Grinning savagely, he hoisted a massive trident onto his shoulder and began walking toward Lance.
“Kid, I’m going to give you a real warm welco!”
The ten-ter-tall behemoth sneered down at Lance.
BOOM!
He kicked off the ground, transforming into a streak of light. He bridged the gap at a terrifying speed, appearing before Lance in the blink of an eye.
At the sa ti, the massive trident swung downward, hurtling toward Lance’s head with crushing force.
“A Tier 8 trident? Not bad. You’ve actually got the strength to wield a Tier 8 weapon,” Lance remarked with a smirk as the weapon bore down on him. “Too bad you’re too damn slow!”
Lance threw a simple punch into the empty air.
Thousands of kiloters away, the spectators watching the battle all frowned. This Shark-kin genius might not be in the top three, but he was ranked fifth. He was a powerhouse; ordinary Stellar Class experts stood no chance against him.
Yet Lance was being incredibly overconfident. He wasn’t using a weapon, nor was he activating any martial techniques. He was just throwing a bare-fisted punch.
At that mont, everyone was certain Lance was dead. In the next second, there wouldn't even be ashes left of him.
Just as that thought crossed their minds, Lance’s fist collided directly with the Tier 8 trident.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion shook the very foundations of the world. The ground beneath them shattered instantly, and a massive cloud of dust billowed up, obscuring everything. The other geniuses couldn't see what was happening within the gray haze.
“I have a bad feeling about this. With all that smoke... could Lance actually be okay?” one of the geniuses muttered, an ominous sense of dread washing over him. For a split second during the collision, he thought he had seen the trident buckle and bend. Though it happened in a flash, he was sure his eyes hadn't deceived him.
“That’s impossible! He is no weakling,” the top-ranked genius analyzed grimly. “When it cos to raw physical power, I’d say he’s easily in the top two among us. Even the top three would be heavily injured if they took a direct hit from him, let alone a newcor!”
But as the smoke gradually dissipated, the scene at the center of the impact made everyone’s eyes bulge. To their horror, the Shark-kin genius was nowhere to be found. All that remained was a bent, shattered trident covered in cracks.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
The remaining nine geniuses turned pale, their faces drained of color. Two or three of them might have been able to kill that Shark-kin, or even one-shot him, but that trident was a Tier 8 weapon—a high-end artifact of the Galactic Realm. It weighed as much as a small asteroid, yet Lance had pulverized it with a single punch.
What kind of monstrous strength was this?
Lance slowly retracted his fist.
The durability of a Low-Grade Tier 8 weapon isn’t bad, he thought. And this was a Perfect-grade one, too. If I hadn’t used Divine Holy Light, I might have had a hard ti breaking it with just my raw strength.
He couldn't help but be impressed. These geniuses were truly loaded. Even in the Grandmaster Realm, they were wielding terrifying Galactic Realm weapons. It also highlighted their individual prowess; the weight of that trident was comparable to a small asteroid, yet that guy could swing it with ease.
Most Stellar Class cultivators wouldn't even be able to lift such a weapon, let alone fight with it. These geniuses didn't avoid Tier 10, 11, or 12 weapons because they couldn't afford them, but because they simply couldn't lift them. While lighter high-tier weapons existed, the energy required to power them was far beyond what a Grandmaster could provide.
Theoretically, the higher the quality, the lower the requirents for the user. This trident was of Perfect quality, so it only weighed as much as a small asteroid. Had it been an ordinary Low-Grade Tier 8 weapon, it would have been heavier than a star, making it impossible to wield without reaching the Galactic Realm. This was exactly why high-quality weapons fetched such astronomical prices.
As for Lance’s Tier 11 Umbra Spear, he currently couldn't lift its full weight either. Fortunately, these high-level weapons featured an automatic down-ranking function, allowing them to suppress their own power and weight so the wielder could use them.
Currently, Lance could only suppress the spear to Tier 9. To unleash anything more, he would need to repair its Exploits. Once the Exploits were fixed, the weight requirents would vanish instantly.
At that point, as long as Lance had enough energy, he could draw out the weapon's full potential. With a full Reconstruction, an 11th Tier Peak-grade weapon could effectively reach the power of the 13th Tier. If he unleashed its full power, Lance could even erase a God-King with a single strike—assuming they stood still, of course.
Energy was Lance’s ho turf. Even if he wasn't strong enough himself, he could use the 13th or 14th Tier flesh and soul essences he had obtained after fixing their Exploits to power the weapon.
Still, unless it was a matter of life and death, Lance didn’t want to use such a high-level weapon. If he were found out, he’d be hunted by a legion of God-Kings or even Immortal-grade powerhouses. He knew that true power lay in improving his own strength; weapons were rely tools.
“You’re next,” Lance said, his gaze shifting to the remaining nine geniuses who stood frozen in shock. “If you aren't going to attack, then I will.”
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