Ultragene Warlord

The two combatants' intense fight had sucked away all the light in the virtual realm, which turned pitch-black as a result. Weak lighting was present only around the two combatants. Both had used all their techniques; they were exhausted and completely drained.

"[Holy Dragon Sword: Extinguishing Heaven's Light]!"

As they clashed, Li Feng mustered up the last of his energy and launched a final technique. Blinding light illuminated the virtual realm once more. He had infused all his remaining genetic energy into the technique and supercharged it. The resulting explosion shocked all the spectators.

The ninth Immortal King's figure was obliterated. Li Feng stood firmly in the air, the arena having shattered long ago, the final victor of this match.

He had won this match by drawing it out.

After both combatants reached their limit, it was a matter of endurance. The ninth Immortal King, channeling a powerful technique like the Descent, had to bear with tremendous stress every moment he kept it up. It was little surprise that his endurance would give out first.

Regardless, Li Feng had won.

Without the earlier clash, the Immortal King wouldn't have been forced to use the Descent; if Li Feng had been too weak, he would have been wiped out by the Descent itself. He was undeniably stronger than the ninth Immortal King.

The spectators, understanding this point, were even more shocked.

"Just who is this? How could he have defeated the successor of the Hall of Immortals?"

"The whole galaxy's going to be in an uproar tomorrow."

"I've never seen this race before. Who's backing this challenger?"

"If he were a successor of one of the strongest forces in the galaxy, he shouldn't have needed to participate in the qualifiers..."

"That race... could it be the famed dark horses?"

"What dark horses?"

"Don't you know? Three members of an otherwise unknown race appeared in this iteration of the Cup, and their successes have made this iteration a huge upset. The invincible Solarvine, the child of Divinity Qinglian, and the successor of Heaven—they've all fallen to members of this race. Can you believe it?"

"What? I heard about the invincible Solarvine's battle! Apparently, that was why we were all kicked out of this virtual realm. But what's this about Divinity Qinglian and the successor of Heaven?"

"Some unknown successor of Heaven—well, even discounting that, the child of Divinity Qinglian was defeated?"

"They all lost to this race of dark horses, these stellar hunters!"

"The reason they're called stellar hunters is because they seem to always be placed against the strongest challengers—and they keep coming out victorious, too! It's almost as though they're participating in the qualifiers precisely to get rid of them."

"According to the investigation of the supreme forces of the galaxy, they seem to be related to a race that last made an appearance centuries, maybe even millennia, ago."

Zhang Lie and the others were unaware of their mythos. They had already moved on to Zhou Ying's match.

Zhou Ying's opponent was a birdman who was uniformly gold. Yang Ze asked, "Who's Zhou Ying's opponent?"

"I'll ask the person next to me," Fang Yi replied.

The spectator to the right of Fang Yi said, "Don't you know? They're one of the smaller races by the edge of the galaxy, the Holywing! Despite their size, they're rather famous, and this particular Holywing is among the best of the younger generation."

"Is that it?" Yang Ze asked. "How does he compare to the invincible Solarvine, the child of Divinity Qinglian, the Hall of Immortals, and all that?"

The spectator was flabbergasted. "Did you just finish watching that other match?"

"Of course."

"Well, to put it simply, a hundred Holywings wouldn't be able to beat a Solarvine, ten wouldn't be able to beat Divinity Qinglian, and a hundred wouldn't be able to beat the Hall of Immortals."

Another spectator beside them laughed. "It's incomparable, after all. The Solarvines lead the Redgold race, which used to be one of the supreme races of the galaxy. What's more, an incredibly strong Solarvine has appeared in the younger generation, the so-called invincible one. Divinity Qinglian is also a famed cultivator within the galaxy.

"And surely nothing needs to be said for the Hall of Immortals. Though they've isolated themselves at the moment and few remember their name, every Immortal King has dominated other cultivators of their generation, and the entire galaxy once knew their name. The Holywings are moderately famous, but that's all."

Yang Ze smiled. "Then we can relax."

"Relax? What for?"

"Zhou Ying should be able to win handily," Yang Ze replied.

"Are you the other challenger's companions, then?"

one spectator asked, his tone mocking. "The Holywings might only be 'famous', but the competitors they field aren't ones that an ordinary cultivator would be able to defeat. Winning against a challenger from a nameless race would be a piece of cake."

Yet another spectator was inspecting Zhou Ying carefully.

"Doesn't she seem familiar to you? It's almost as though she's from that race of dark horses, of stellar hunters!"

The first speaker scoffed. "How could there be that many dark horses? The fact that even the successor of the Hall of Immortals was defeated is shocking enough. Do you think there'd be another one right herE?"

The Holywing Yi Shenghan made its move. A golden spear appeared in his hand, surrounded by arcing bolts of lightning. This was an attack that combined the elemental forces of gold and lightning that he was planning on revealing during the Cup.

"That's it for you, then!"

Yi Shenghan cried out. The golden lightning transformed into a pair of wings. He zipped over to Zhou Ying in the blink of an eye.

Every member of the Holywing race was equipped with their namesake holy wings, allowing them to move at a rapid clip. The bolt of humanoid lightning shot straight at Zhou Ying.

Zhou Ying's long hair fluttered in the wind, the color of crystalline jade. It gave off motes of vitality. She was so beautiful no one could take their eyes away, and golden leaves whirled around her. The tips of her hair produced gray fog.

The gray power gathered around Zhou Ying's forehead, which cracked apart. A gray eye budded from her flesh. It opened up to reveal a chaotic opal iris, which seemed to be able to penetrate flesh, soul, and space.

Each leaf was like a miniature sun, orbiting around the woman's body. To her back was a pair of golden wings. Above those wings was a glowing sun, giving off a radiant, holy light.

Her jade-green eyes were flecked with gold, and she seemed to have become one with the land. The vitality radiating from her was visible to the naked eye. Stellar light surrounded her as though she were a goddess given form.

Black energy formed a gauzy dress around her, sticking closely to her limbs and revealing her curvaceous features—no, making them even more curvaceous than they originally were.

Two root-like tendrils writhed under her dress; her body radiated a seductive charm. Zhou Ying seemed to simultaneously exhibit the charm of a holy priestess and a charming succubus...

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