You Won't Win a Single Match

Seeing Yak unleash his power, the opponent he had blasted away promptly conceded.

He was not badly hurt, but he was out of energy. Fighting on would only embarrass him.

"Too strong! One strike, and it was over!"

"It's been ages since we saw Yak draw his sword."

"Who knew we'd see Yak's Tail Extinction Sword Bone right at the start of this year's tournament?"

"Well, he did let his opponent build up power for over ten minutes. That was the Heavenly Heart Stream, and he even used the Unified Field at the end. Power like that deserves respect."

Yak won in overwhelming fashion, and cheers erupted across the venue.

With Krypton-level output alone, he had shattered his opponent's strongest attack in a single stroke and blasted a ring out of the planet. His technique was breathtaking.

This was Yak, the undefeated fighter in a class of his own across the Milky Way.

"Whew..." Brando exhaled heavily, his heart weighed down as though by a mountain.

Brandy said beside him, "You're not aiming to beat Yak, are you, big brother? You don't have to. Winning even one match at a tournament like this would be great."

"Use your head!" Brando dug a fingertip into Brandy's temple.

"At a tournament like this, Zi Wei needs results more than ever! I was in the top ten at Nitrogen Grade. Now that I've reached Krypton-level, I should at least make the top twenty!"

In the Great Assembly's individual competition, every civilization first went through rounds of selection, with the top 128 decided by points.

Then came head-to-head matches. Winners advanced, while losers entered the losers' bracket. That continued until they had the top 64, 32, 16, eight, four... and finally the champion and runner-up.

The top sixteen received medals. The losers' bracket produced