Washing Out the Black Market

On Mahāpratisarā's thigh, two silicon-based lifeforms clashed fiercely.

All kinds of plasma shock waves flew wildly in every direction. One side was blasted away brutally and was clearly about to lose.

Suddenly, a Degenerate Matter rapid-fire round struck the other side squarely in the chest.

"Beep!"

The Degenerate Matter Bomb collapsed in an instant, creating a massive hole in the silicon-based lifeform's chest. The body there was directly compressed into White Dwarf Star matter.

He stared at the side that had fired in disbelief, then fell unwillingly, his life signs gone.

In an instant, the delighted faces of the merchant caravan in the distance changed dramatically. Enraged, they shouted, "What are you doing! We agreed to a one-on-one fight, so why did you fire?"

"Do your Gamma Colossus have any rules at all?"

On the other side, a colossus fiddling with a Little Sun rumbled, "If you want to leave the Abyss safely, shut up!"

"In any case, you lost. I'll take this batch of Antimatter at my price—two hundred billion Lang!"

"And I'll pay with six hundred and twenty Star Destroyer mechs."

The caravan members roared furiously, "Screw you! You proposed the one-on-one fight to lower the price, and now that you're about to lose, you're breaking the rules!"

The colossus tilted its head. "What rules did I break? The Star Alliance's rules don't apply here. Sorry, this isn't the Galaxy Battle Tournament. One-on-one fights here have bombing zones! I made such an obvious move by raising my cannon. How could he not know to dodge?"

"Shove your Monoatomic Sodium! Why didn't you have that rule during our last fight?" The caravan was nearly exploding with rage.

The colossus spread its hands. "It's a newly introduced rule. Anyway, stop wasting time and make the deal."

"Get lost! I'd rather