Qin Heng, Thunderclap

In the 62nd match of the 387th round, Qin Heng's name had barely lit up when the Star Lords of the various God Nation races watching from outside erupted in cheers.

With 386 battles and 386 victories, Qin Heng stood at the very pinnacle among a thousand geniuses with a 100% win rate.

At this point, only eight people besides him still maintained a perfect record: Dong Huaiyue, Yan Feng, Meng Xing, Mysterious Sparrow, Feng Qianxue, Jing Yuan, Thunderclap, and Slaughter No. 4.

Han Ren of the Netherworld had encountered Meng Xing and suffered his first defeat, dropping to the one-loss tier alongside Blood River, An Tu Jia, Hong Zhen, and the others.

After Qin Heng's name lit up, another name appeared alongside it—Thunderclap of the Dragon Race.

This sent the already fervent spectators into even wilder, more excited roars.

"Qin Heng versus Thunderclap!"

"A peak showdown between two of the eight peerless geniuses with perfect records!"

"This is practically one-seventh of a championship match!"

"Place your bets, place your bets! Betting on Qin Heng pays 1.15 to win, betting on Thunderclap pays 1.17!"

Every city in the Soul Dimension was stirred by this battle.

Even the Eternal Experts watching the match in person had their curiosity piqued. They greatly wanted to know who was stronger: the Dragon Race genius and direct disciple of a Saint Emperor, or Qin Heng, this unmatched prodigy born and raised in the Remote Star Region.

Several Saint Emperors wove their divine senses into a temporary communication network.

Azure Dragon Saint Emperor: "Little Gu, your imperial dynasty's genius is fighting my disciple. Which one are you backing?"

Gu Jian Yi: "Hah, what choice do I have? Naturally, you favor your disciple, while I favor my imperial dynasty's genius. Then we refuse to accept each other's