The spectator stands.
"Flaws."
"Flaws."
"They're all flaws."
"If I made a move, I could secure victory in under a hundred exchanges."
As Crown Prince of Qiuyu Planet observed the battle, this was his assessment.
His imperial father had placed great hopes on him. He carried the hope of the royal family's revival and had every reason why he absolutely could not lose.
"As long as Lightning Studio takes a liking to me... the royal family will still have time to catch its breath."
He gritted his teeth, the muscles beneath his mask twisting grotesquely with rage.
"Those treacherous ministers and rebel scoundrels—once this Crown Prince grows strong, I'll settle the score with every last one of you!"
Suddenly, his heart gave a violent thump, and a fragment of memory surfaced.
"That man—"
The man he had seen upon first arriving on Longhu Planet.
It was an inexplicable judgment, without evidence or reason—nothing but the intuition shared between the strong.
"I will defeat him."
"Because I cannot lose!"
Boom!
The two Seventh Order warriors, who had just fought beyond the limits of sight, now came crashing back. Their attacks inadvertently struck toward the spectator stands, summoning rolling thunder.
Yet a golden barrier flawlessly blocked the attacks.
The spectators began cheering as well. "Amazing!"
"Streamer, streamer, aren't you going on stage?"
"Me? Maybe."
Jiang Yan reclined halfway against the sofa, watching with some boredom.
Still, the gifts drifting past from time to time brought a knowing smile to his face.
Fans: Hah, men.
"Streamer, hurry up and warm up. We can't wait to see you take the stage."
"Yeah. After watching you defeat the Punisher, I feel like the battle between those two Seventh Order transcendent beings is only so-so. I can't work up any interest at all."
"I can't go