Ultragene Warlord

What sort of logic was this? Sun Mengmeng pulled her bow taut. "I refuse to entertain the notion of becoming your wife."

Black flames appeared over her arrow.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Shattered Comet]!"

Blackflame exploded as galaxies burned.

With a wave of Qingyue Ge's hand, eighty lotus seeds shot out, each like the sun. Golden radiance spread throughout the arena along with countless lotus flowers. They formed golden pillars of light of even greater intensity than before.

The arrows shot out and arced across the sky like comets.

The comets blazed and gave off pitch-black starlight. Long tails split in the air as a single comet formed a dozen or so offshoots, clashing against Qingyue Ge's golden pillars.

The blackflame comets caused the golden lotuses to burst apart as the golden light grew more and more diffuse. Ripples of golden flame spread out and caused space itself to shatter.

The crowd was shocked. They had thought that Sun Mengmeng was completely countered by Qingyue Ge, only to realize that she had suddenly taken the upper hand. Not only that, Qingyue Ge was visibly losing against Sun Mengmeng, with even his clan relic destroyed.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Nova Burst]!"

The black flames transformed once again into arrows. Sun Mengmeng shot them out and caused them to clash against Qingyue Ge's golden light.

An earth-shattering supernova explosion ripped through the arena. Pitch-black flames spread throughout the space, devouring it all, including the golden light.

After the successive attacks, Sun Mengmeng remained as beautiful and ravishing as ever. On the other hand, Qingyue Ge, likely because they had been struck by a shockwave or because of the dark golden flames through their chest, remained in the arena only in the form of a disembodied head. Sand seeped out of their neck. They stared at Sun Mengmeng. "No matter where in the universe you are, I'll find you and take you as my wife!"

Sun Mengmeng's only response was to shoot an arrow at him. A pitch-black flaming arrow shot into the center of Qingyue Ge's forehead, causing it to explode. Victory had been decided.

Many of the spectators were still gasping at the fight they had seen.

The crowd wondered to one another, "Just which race are these combatants from?"

"For them to have defeated even the child of Divinity Qinglian... this has to be the greatest dark horse of this iteration of the Cup!"

"Have you forgotten about that man who took down the supposedly invincible Solarvine?"

"Wasn't he hacking?"

"Wait, aren't they from the same race?"

"Is this combatant hacking too, then?"

"Surely not. Maybe one might be, but two? The will of the virtual realm must have investigated."

"Have you all forgotten?"

"What?"

"Those Splitsilvers who activated their hacks would have their accounts banned afterwards, but not these competitors!"

"Could they have found a loophole or bypass?"

Someone suddenly shouted, "The Sunsong race will buy information about this loophole at a high price!"

"The Splitsilver race will pay double the price of anyone else!"

Zhang Lie ignored the discussion and left the apparatus. Yang Ze gave the competitor he had been arguing with his middle finger. "You'd better hope we don't meet during the Cup."

The fellow refused to back down. "You should pray that I don't encounter you during the Cup, or you'll see what happens then."

Yang Ze snorted and left the virtual realm. By the time he returned to the dimensional world, Sun Mengmeng was already there. Upon seeing Zhang Lie emerge from his capsule, Sun Mengmeng smiled and made a victorious gesture. "Captain, I've won!"

"I saw your fight. Very well done. Your ability to control flame is stronger than before."

Sun Mengmeng smiled happily. Yang Ze and Fang Yi emerged from their apparatuses. Zhang Lie cocked his head. "Where's everyone else?"

Yang Ze explained, "In order for us not to be matched with each other in battle, after some discussion with Elder Bu Wentian, we came up with a method to take advantage of the nature of the matchmaking."

Fang Yi continued, "We'll take turns entering, ten minutes at a time. We used rock-paper-scissors to determine that Sun Mengmeng would be first, Sun Xiaowu second, Li Feng third, and Zhou Ying fourth. Li Feng and Zhou Ying have gone to watch Sun Xiaowu's match, and Li Feng will enter matchmaking swiftly afterwards.

Zhang Lie suggested, "Let's watch Sun Xiaowu's match and cheer for him, then."

Yang Ze rolled his eyes. "I suppose they're almost done by now..."

Bu Wentian popped up out of nowhere. "I have a recording of the match. Want a look?"

Sun Mengmeng nodded fervently. "Of course!"

As his sister, she naturally had to watch his performance in such an important competition if she weren't able to be there herself.

Bu Wentian waved a hand. A screen appeared before him. Sun Xiaowu's opponent was a gold-plated figurine.

"You're no match for me!"

The gold-plated figuring smiled. It looked particularly holy, with light radiating from its body and petals dancing around itself. It looked to be beyond mortal ken.

Serving as contrast to the gold-plated figurine was a huge ruler behind him.

The gold-plated figurine was roughly three meters tall, and a four-meter tall black ruler was strapped to its back. Blood and shadow burst forth occasionally from it, as though it carried some incredible curse.

Sun Xiaowu retorted, "Try me and see."

The gold-plated figurine continued, "I can give you a chance. Leap off the arena and surrender now."

Sun Xiaowu shrugged. "Why should I surrender against a foe I can easily win against?"

"Arrogant, aren't you? Let's see if you have the strength to bolster your attitude." The figurine pointed a finger at Sun Xiaowu, causing a golden hoop to appear, as thick as an arm. It was formed from divine strength and would easily kill an ordinary cultivator.

Sun Xiaowu suddenly phased out of and into existence.

"[Blinding Flash: Thousandfold Echo]!"

Sun Xiaowu's body split into over a thousand clones, so many they seemed to fill the sky.

The golden clones leapt at the figurine, but they were quelled by a single golden finger. The figurine, his face calm, took a step forward. With each step, golden light flared. The arena melted into golden lava—the aura of divinity.

"[Goldenscale Palm]!"

Sun Xiaowu's right arm glowed with resplendent light. An aura of intense strength emanated from Sun Xiaowu's body. Frightening shockwaves of energy radiated through the battlefield as Sun Xiaowu punched forward.

Strong though the [Goldenscale Palm] was, the figurine blocked it with a single finger. It shook its head. "Your lacking strength cannot support your arrogant attitude."

"This isn't all. [Blinding Flash: Thousandfold Echo]!"

Sun Xiaowu's body split into over a thousand clones, so many they seemed to fill the sky.

The figurine folded its arms. "No matter how many times you try it, the outcome will be the same."

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