The roar of the dragon—resonant and vast—seemed to shake the very fabric of fate itself. Even A Ruheng's Martial Soul trembled in response.
At that precise moment, Gu You stepped forward.
The radiant light flared on his Purple-Gold Dragon God Halberd, colors blooming brilliantly.
With a single sweep—Heaven-Cleaving Strike!
The entire stage was swallowed by a brilliant white flash. Nothing inside the arena could be seen—only searing brilliance and the deafening roar of thunder that echoed like divine judgment.
When the light finally faded, only one person remained standing on the field.
A reversal of fortune, swift and absolute. The arena plunged into an eerie silence.
It lasted for more than ten seconds before—
"Zijin Wang! Zijin Wang! Zijin Wang!"
The eruption of cheers was like a volcanic explosion. The sound wave seemed to lift the entire stadium.
Supporters who had been stifled, hearts clenched throughout the match, now released all their tension. And their cries of victory were for one person—Gu You, the Purple-Gold King.
On the soul-guided electronic screen, the massive characters for "Champion" gleamed brilliantly, and a virtual golden crown hovered above Gu You's head. All across the screen, there was only one name shining brighter than anything else.
Star Dou Battle Network – All-Federation Challenge – Soul Master Division – Final Champion: Gu You.
In the hall of the Blood God Legion, Blood One and the other Blood Gods were all watching the broadcast in silence.
The former Blood Nine stood slack-jawed, stunned. Just moments ago, he had been filled with confidence, convinced he could one day challenge Gu You again. But now… that confidence had evaporated. He realized something terrifying—
He might never be able to catch up again.
Elsewhere, watching from another screen, Muye's eyes were dazed, staring blankly.
"He's really incredible," muttered a deep voice behind him.
The tall figure that emerged from the side room was none other than the recently defeated A Ruheng—Gu You's final opponent.
His features were square and upright—not as handsome as Gu You, but rugged and firm, with a towering physique that radiated masculine might.
Muye turned his head and looked at A Ruheng. He nodded faintly.
"You didn't lose unjustly."
A Ruheng scratched his bald head and grinned. "Doesn't matter. Losing is fine. Teacher, my heart is strong."
"Mm. Go cook," said a dry voice behind him.
Muye's face froze instantly.
"Victory and defeat are normal," Zhen Hua clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't let it bother you."
Muye's mouth twitched. "Easy for you to say. It was my disciple who lost!"
Zhen Hua chuckled. "Come on, didn't you just say A Ruheng would win? And look what happened. Go make dinner. Loss is loss."
"I…"
Outside, snow cascaded down the mountains like a crashing tide. The avalanche rolled off the peaks, triggering tremors across the surrounding ranges. Ice and snow danced in the air, cold winds biting to the bone.
And the cause of this avalanche—was the thunderous cheer echoing through the Blood God Legion.
The moment Gu You became champion, the entire legion erupted into a sea of celebration.
They were the quiet guardians of the Abyssal Passage. Isolated. Unseen. Sacrificing in silence to protect not just the Douluo Continent, but all human civilization.
They had given everything.
Life in the legion was quiet. Hard. Often unrecognized.
But today, they finally had their moment.
The soul master champion of the Star Dou Battle Network All-Federation Challenge belonged to the Blood God Legion.
That was glory. That was pride.
Every soldier not currently on duty at the Abyssal Passage ran out of their barracks, hands raised high in celebration.
They had been silent for too long. Despite being the Federation's most powerful military force, they remained hidden in the shadows.
Now, with Gu You's victory, they had stepped onto the center stage.
Their blood boiled with honor. This triumph was even more invigorating than the tide of life itself. Today, history would remember them.
At that moment, perhaps the only quiet place in the entire Blood God Legion was Gu You's dormitory.
His eighth soul skill, Fate Dragon's Roar, was a spiritual attack. But how it worked exactly—even Gu You didn't know. Its true nature was elusive, unpredictable.
Fate was fate. Like luck, like chaos.
Inside, Gu You was burning with excitement.
The champion's prize was nothing less than the full set of rare metals required to forge a four-word battle armor. He only had to submit his design philosophy and specs to the Federation, and they would craft the armor for him—even without him being a Divine Blacksmith.
And with his current physical strength, he could already wield a four-word battle armor without issue.
He wasn't worried about the craftsmanship either. There was only one Divine Blacksmith in the Sun Moon Federation, and Gu You knew exactly who he'd ask—Zhen Hua.
After all, any country capable of producing four-word battle armor would surely use the best—at least a ninth-rank master.
…
When Gu You awoke from meditation the next day, a full day had passed. The first thing he heard was the powerful rhythm of his own heartbeat.
Since breaking through the eighth ring and continuing intensive training, his soul power had reached level 85.
Terrifying.
But his face tightened slightly as he checked the time.
The final match of the Soul Master Tournament and the final match of the Mecha Tournament were only one day apart. Even the Federation organizers hadn't anticipated that someone would compete in both finals.
Which meant—Gu You's final match in the Mecha Tournament was about to begin.
He rose to his feet, stretched his body, and turned toward his Star Dou Pod.
The final battle of this year's All-Federation Challenge was about to begin.
The Final Battle!
The moment the title was announced, the attention of the entire Federation turned to their screens.
This was the Mecha Finals. And for the average citizen, the Mecha division was even more exciting than the Soul Master division.
Why?
Because even ordinary people could become Mecha pilots. With a strong enough physique and high enough spiritual power, anyone could apply to a mecha academy.
And today, the final battle of the Mecha division was about to unfold.
Everyone wanted to see—Just how strong could the greatest mecha pilot really be?
And this time, Gu You's opponent wasn't just famous—he was legendary.
To the point that almost no one believed Gu You had a chance.
This man had been ranked first in every odds chart throughout the tournament. His battles were brutal and one-sided. His reputation echoed across the Mecha world.
Even the Star Dou Battle Network couldn't obscure his identity.
When it came to strength, even God-rank pilots would hesitate to face him. He was known as the man destined to become the next God-rank Mecha Master.
At only thirty years old, he had already achieved certification as a ninth-rank mecha designer—the youngest in Federation history.
He had even successfully built a God-rank mecha for another master.
He was known far and wide by a single awe-inspiring title—
The Hand of God.
(End of Chapter)
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