Chapter 128: The Ultimate Showdown

Luo Yuan narrowed his eyes, gazing into the distance at the domain released by the savage warrior Long Yun.

Those who surged into the top ten of the universal rankings all possessed domains, and every one of them had reached the ninth level! Having a domain was nothing unusual, but the domain of this savage warrior, Long Yun, fused the laws of the Earth Origin and the Space Origin almost perfectly, creating a sense of spatial solidification the moment it was unleashed.

"Interesting. A domain fused with the laws of Earth and Space—it’s a pity it’s not quite enough to impress me. Ending the fight too soon would be boring, though, so I’ll play with you using the Yan Shen Weapon first!" Luo Yuan stood in mid-air, smiling.

"Is that so? Then come and try!" Long Yun, fueled by rage, charged toward Luo Yuan with the power of his domain.

"Go!" Standing mid-air atop his Dark Cloud Shuttle, Luo Yuan pointed toward Long Yun.

Instantly, hundreds of golden streams of light flew from the dark golden rod on his back, forming twelve golden phantom swords in a heartbeat. Wrapped in golden currents, the twelve golden sword rainbows roared like the heads of twelve golden dragons as they slammed toward the savage warrior, Long Yun, who stood firmly in his place.

"Twelve golden phantom swords. Let’s see how many you can block," Luo Yuan said, looking at Long Yun with an indifferent expression.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...

The golden phantom swords struck the domain repeatedly, sparks flying everywhere, yet they failed to break through immediately.

"Not bad. The weight of Earth, the perfect combination of Space and Domain—the three are perfectly integrated. Long Yun, you do have unique techniques in terms of domain suppression. This is perfect for perfecting my Chaos Domain. Now, I’ll get a little more serious," Luo Yuan remarked.

With a thought, Luo Yuan retracted all the golden phantom swords to his front, reforming them into nine more solidified golden swords. Simultaneously, a dazzling golden light erupted from his body, spreading out like waves before rapidly coiling around the nine swords, which acted as the foundation for a grand formation.

Golden filaments sparked and connected between the swords. With the nine golden swords as the center, golden sword energy burst forth, instantly creating a spherical space with a radius of 1,000 meters centered on Luo Yuan. In an instant, it became a world of dazzling sword energy, with countless golden blades roaming within this spherical space.

This was the third level of the Yan Shen Weapon, the Heaven Sword Style, also known as the Sword Domain. However, the Sword Domain displayed by Luo Yuan was more than ten times larger than Long Yun’s.

Luo Yuan enveloped Long Yun’s domain with his own. As countless golden sword rays hammered incessantly against Long Yun’s defenses, Luo Yuan’s mind was flooded with system notifications regarding the attributes he was harvesting, particularly the proficiency in fusing laws and domains.

"Let's see if my Sword Domain is sharper or your tortoise shell is harder!" Luo Yuan stood in the void, sneering.

"Damn it, this guy is too strong, and he hasn't even used his full power yet. If this goes on, I’ll be worn down sooner or later." Trapped within the sword energy, Long Yun frowned to himself. He felt incredibly frustrated; he had expected to challenge for the top three, but encountering a freak like Luo Yuan so early made him feel his luck was abysmal.

Time ticked by second by second. Luo Yuan stood in the void, yawning out of boredom, while Long Yun, surrounded by the Sword Domain, desperately resisted the onslaught of sword energy. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on his domain, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his stubbornness would not allow him to admit defeat.

Gradually, Luo Yuan noticed the system notifications for attribute collection becoming rarer, until they ceased entirely. He knew he had squeezed all he could from Long Yun; it was time to end it.

With a thought, Luo Yuan unleashed the fourth level of the Yan Shen Weapon: Great Skill Without Flaws. Countless small golden swords immediately coalesced into a massive, totemic golden pillar. Gripping one end of the pillar, he smashed it down fiercely onto the domain enclosing Long Yun. The domain shattered instantly, and the terrified Long Yun was crushed into a bloody pulp.

Long Yun, defeated!
Luo Yuan, victorious!
Luo Yuan became one of the top ten.

Next, Luo Yuan’s opponent was a man named "Jiang Mo," but this guy was even weaker than Long Yun. Finding that Jiang Mo had no special abilities, Luo Yuan finished him in one move with the "Heaven-Rending, Earth-Splitting" claw technique.

As for Luo Feng, his luck was poor. While competing for a spot in the top five, he was matched against the "Death God" Bolan, and naturally, he was defeated.

The top five were decided: Luo Yuan, Bolan, Qian Shui, Rong Jun, and Wu Ka—four men and one woman.

"Very impressive. These battles for the top five were truly spectacular and full of surprises," the purple-scaled man in cyan robes said with a smile, looking at the 1,000 young people. "Everyone, take a rest. We will soon proceed to the top five round-robin tournament. The rules are... each of the top five will fight the other four. The winner of each match gains one point. Finally, the ranking will be determined by points to select the first and second place."

...

A short while later.

Luo Yuan sat sipping tea, with Luo Feng and Rong Jun beside him, discussing the matches that had just taken place.

"Luo Feng, it’s a bit of a shame," Rong Jun sighed. "You actually mastered the 'Heaven-Piercing Style'; you were fully qualified to challenge for second place, but you just happened to run into Bolan."

"Sigh, that’s why luck is part of success. But this Bolan is indeed very strong. Third Brother, if you encounter Bolan, it should be no problem," Luo Feng said, looking at Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan only smiled in response and said nothing. In truth, even if the remaining four joined forces, they might not be able to defeat him.

After resting for a while, the round-robin tournament for the top five began. Qian Shui, Rong Jun, and Wu Ka were all defeated by Luo Yuan in a single move, leaving only Bolan.

"Holy crap, Death God Bolan versus Devil King Luo Yuan! This is the peak showdown of this genius finals!"

The geniuses and the Immortals in the central plaza watched the giant screen intently.

On a massive cloud-patterned alloy stage, Luo Yuan, clad in dark golden armor, and Bolan, wearing white armor with a blood-red sword on his back, stood facing each other from a distance.

Death God Bolan’s icy eyes swept toward Luo Yuan, showing not a hint of fluctuation.

Luo Yuan looked at this posturing guy and curled his lip. Neither of them engaged in trash talk; they simply took their stances and immediately launched into the fight.

Bolan drew the blood-red sword from his back and charged at Luo Yuan with a burst of speed. Augmented by the laws of the Space Origin, Bolan was incredibly fast. His sharp sword energy seemed to bypass space itself, aiming directly for Luo Yuan’s head. As the energy struck, Luo Yuan felt the surrounding space and time slightly stagnate; it was clear that Bolan had an impressive level of comprehension in both the Space and Time Origin laws.

Unfortunately, Luo Yuan’s grasp of the Space and Time Origin laws was even deeper than Bolan’s. He dodged Bolan’s sharp sword energy with ease, every movement containing subtle traces of spatial and temporal laws. He looked as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, leaving Bolan visibly shocked.

Bolan attacked Luo Yuan for quite a while, yet he couldn't even touch the edge of Luo Yuan’s clothing. He felt like a ridiculous monkey being toyed with. The usually proud and cold Bolan grew truly angry for the first time; he was going to use his ultimate move.

Bolan’s figure flickered, and hundreds of phantoms instantly appeared, surrounding Luo Yuan. This was a sign that he had reached the near-fourth level of the spatial secret technique "Myriad Line Flow."

"Is that it?" Luo Yuan curled his lip. His figure also flashed rapidly, and over ten thousand phantoms instantly appeared, surrounding Bolan in return. Moreover, Luo Yuan’s phantoms were far more solid than Bolan’s.

"What? How is this possible?!" Whether it was Bolan or the geniuses and Immortals watching the giant screen outside, everyone was stunned.