Moka's burly body was wreathed in violent purple lightning crackling and popping as if thunder god had descended.
"Silver Fox! I've been waiting for you here to fight you. We are already the first and second in this world zone. Even if we lose we can ensure a ranking within the top 1001! Come on!"
"Stop with the nonsense, let's just begin!" Qing Yu's voice was clear and cool speaking softly his words piercing through the subtle roar of the thunder.
"Good! Straight to the point!" Moka let out a wild laugh. Before his laughter faded, his entire being transformed into a purple lightning bolt tearing through space!
"Thunder Domain - Thousand Jins!"
Boom!
Only a fierce, exploding shockwave and scorched air remained in his original spot. His burly figure had instantly appeared before Qing Yu! Fast! Faster than the limits of vision!
The warhammer carrying immense thunder tore through the air, bringing with it an ear-piercing shriek and the might to destroy everything, as it smashed down towards Qing Yu's head!
Facing this world-shattering blow the Flowing Light Disc beneath Qing Yu's feet merely flickered.
Swish!
His figure vanished like a ghost leaving only an afterimage torn by the lightning. The warhammer, with its immense power, smashed hard into empty space. A violent burst of energy erupted, blasting a huge, deep crater into the top of the hard obsidian fortress, sending debris mixed with lightning and fire flying everywhere.
Moka's attack missed and his reaction was as swift as lightning. Without even looking, he swept the warhammer horizontally. The lightning transformed into a giant purple crescent, sweeping out with terrifying cutting power!
At the same time, he stomped his feet violently in the void. The air exploded as if it were solid, and his figure, like a persistent shadow, chased after the direction Qing Yu had dodged.
However, that silver figure remained like a small boat amidst raging waves, weaving erratically through the destructive thunder.
Qing Yu, stepping on the Flowing Light Disc, moved with incredible agility. Every dodge was executed with pinpoint precision, as if he had anticipated the trajectory of all the lightning beforehand.
"Dodge! Let's see how long you can keep dodging!" Moka, unable to land a hit, felt the burning rage of being underestimated flare up, and the lightning in his single eye intensified.
"Open up for me!" he roared, and the purple lightning coiling around his body suddenly collapsed inward, condensing to the extreme, as if coating his body with a layer of flowing liquid amethyst!
An aura far more terrifying and concentrated than before erupted!
At this moment, Moka's speed and strength suddenly ascended to another level! The warhammer in his hand seemed to have transformed into a pure, concentrated purple lightning bolt.
"Power of Law! It's the Law of Lightning!" An uncontrollable gasp came from a corner.
"Moka is getting serious!"
At this point, Qing Yu also stopped.
A clear melodious sword cry like a phoenix's song from the nine heavens or the clashing of ice and jade, suddenly overshadowed all the violent thunder!
"Clang—!"
The countless transparent small circular blades that formed the sword body instantly disintegrated and reassembled! Nine small circular blades detached from the main body, condensing in one-hundredth of a second before Qing Yu into a crystalline thread thinner than a strand of hair, its edges shimmering and distorting the surrounding space's light!
"Chaotic Dance Threads!"
The first crystalline thread silently met the purple lightning, condensed to its extreme.
Hiss—
A faint sound, almost inaudible. That terrifying lightning, containing Moka's initial understanding of the Law of Lightning, was split into two by the slender thread, like a red-hot iron plunging into solidified butter!
The violent lightning instantly dimmed and dispersed!
"What?!" Moka's pupils suddenly constricted.
Qing Yu didn't hold back, his mind moving.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Another three equally slender, equally space-distorting crystalline threads instantly materialized!
The four Chaotic Dance Threads, like living spirit snakes, carried a chilling killing intent that could cut through all things, slashing down towards Moka! Their speed was faster than lightning!
Moka felt an unprecedented threat. He roared pouring all his inner power and all his understanding of the Law of Lightning into his warhammer!
The warhammer erupted with an unprecedented dazzling purple light. He swung it frantically, forming an impenetrable barrier of violent lightning in front of him!
"Thunder Prison Sky Barrier!"
Sizzle sizzle sizzle— Hiss hiss hiss!
Ear-splitting cutting sounds, enough to make one's scalp tingle, erupted frantically! The purple lightning flashed wildly, flickering on and off. Each collision made Moka's entire body tremble violently, his tiger's mouth cracking, blood instantly staining the hammer handle.
"No! Impossible!" Moka's single eye was wide, bloodshot, as he let out a bestial roar, swinging the massive hammer with his last ounce of strength.
"This is as far as you go." Qing Yu's voice remained indifferent, like a pronouncement.
He tapped his fingertip again.
The fifth crystalline thread appeared silently. Gently, precisely, and elegantly, it lightly brushed Moka's nearly shattered lightning barrier.
Hiss—
A soft sound.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
A blood-red line, impossibly thin, extended straight down from Moka's glabella, passing through his nose, lips, throat, chest... all the way to his lower abdomen.
Moka - defeated!
"My heavens! Moka, who stepped into the threshold of the Law of Lightning Origin, was defeated just like that!"
"It's because Silver Fox is too strong! He can use the Tribulation Divine Weapon! If it were me, I probably couldn't last even a second."
"Too terrifying! Silver Fox is the true genius. Compared to him, I don't even deserve the word 'genius'."
All the talented experts who had come to watch the battle looked at Qing Yu with shock and awe. There were indeed differences even among geniuses!
Qing Yu glanced at the points leaderboard:
Participant: Qing Yu (Aurora Empire)
Points: 299042617
Rank: 1
Time remaining: 3 hours 39 minutes
With three hours left Qing Yu no longer fought. It was impossible for anyone in the 12th World Zone to surpass him. After 30 consecutive days of fighting, he needed to calm his mind.
Soon, the preliminary round was about to end. In the final countdown, those survivors who were just shy of entering the top 1001 went wild, and the various world zones descended into chaos. Qing Yu waited silently.
"Preliminary round ended! Initiating teleportation."
...
In the Aurora Empire, beneath the Crystal Dome, a huge light screen occupied half the hall, clearly projecting the final ranking of the 12th World Zone - Qing Yu's name stood at the top, radiating brilliant golden light.
"Good! Good! Qing Yu!" The Aurora Emperor, dressed in a stellar imperial robe and wearing a radiant crown, suddenly rose from his imperial throne, his majestic face filled with uncontrollable surprise and admiration.
"To win first place in the World Zone for my Aurora Star Region! Magnificent!"
The many high-ranking officials and generals standing in the hall also had excited red glows on their faces, bowing in unison:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! This child's extraordinary talent is truly a blessing for our Empire!"
"Reward! He must be heavily rewarded!" The Emperor waved his large hand, full of heroic spirit. "Such a feat deserves a galaxy. Immediately ascertain this child's family and the galaxies under their jurisdiction!"
"Your Majesty, this Qing Yu comes from the Qinglin Clan, led by the two World Masters, Qing Ming and Qing Xuan. They control one hundred and seven galaxies, and their clan's main base is located in the Qinglin Galaxy."
"A World Master family? Controlling over a hundred galaxies?" The joy on the Emperor's face slightly faltered, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Grant a galaxy? The other party already controlled over a hundred galaxies, making this reward seem both insignificant and dispensable.
He mused as he sat back on the imperial throne, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the cold armrest.
"This... is a bit tricky."
"Your Majesty." A sharp-faced general in luxurious attire stepped forward. "Your subordinate has a plan."
"Oh?" The Emperor's gaze was like a torch.
"Your servant has reviewed the detailed intelligence on the Qinglin Clan from recent years." The richly dressed general's voice was steady.
"The two World Masters of the Qinglin Clan, Qing Ming and Qing Xuan, are both nearing the end of their lifespans, and their clan lacks suitable successors."
He paused, his tone turning cold:
"Therefore, the Qinglin Clan's situation has been precarious in recent years. Their 'Stardust Gold' mining planet has attracted the covetous gaze of several surrounding World Master powers of similar standing."
"Furthermore, Qing Yu's parents died twenty years ago at the hands of the notorious Bloodfang Star Pirates. The Qinglin Clan is currently offering a hefty reward for the Bloodfang Star Pirates, but without success. If Your Majesty could intervene and resolve these two major hidden dangers for them..."
The Emperor's eyes gleamed brightly, his fingers stopped tapping, and he slammed his hand on the armrest:
"Excellent! That's what we'll do."