Above Witch City beneath Buzhou Mountain, the radiance of combat laws continued to flare like stars ignited at once. The figures crossing paths on the arenas left fleeting trails with every collision, like the outlines of an image being drawn over and over. Six-Eared Macaque stood at the center of an arena, his Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils fixed upon the figure opposite him as it gathered its offensive. That figure belonged to a peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivator of the Witch Race, whose bloodline power emitted abundant law fluctuations like blazing flames.
Over the previous several battles, Six-Eared Macaque had fought opponents from many different races. The Martial Arts Tournament's rules placed no restrictions on consecutive victories or challenges. So long as one could remain standing on the arena, one could continue accepting new opponents. During battle, he sensed the boundaries of his Great Dao of War law cycle being tested again and again. Each contact left a tiny crack at the edge of the cycle, and during the intervals between matches, those cracks filled back in with greater solidity, like metal repeatedly forged becoming denser with every heating and cooling.
The opponent he faced this time had an entirely different style from the previous ones. His bloodline power contained a composite structure of the Witch Race's Great Dao of Space and Great Dao of Time, forcing Six-Eared Macaque to contend with sudden shifts in spatial direction and subtle changes in the flow of time whenever he evaded. During one sidestep, Six-Eared Macaque sensed that crack. Like a wire bent over and over, it had finally reached its limit beneath accumulating stress.
His figure paused faintly at the center of the arena, like the instant of stillness before a bowstring was drawn taut. The crack in that law