Universe 11, inside Marcarita's Small World.
Above the calm surface of the lake, a towering island floated several hundred meters off the ground. The entire island was like an upside-down hill, with several crystal-clear waterfalls hanging down from its edges. Beside the island, in the giant World Martial Arts Tournament arena, two streaks of light flickered in and out as they clashed.
Roland had already comprehended the Ultimate State of Ultra Instinct. At this moment, his red hair had turned silver-gray, and his eyes also shone with a silver-gray light.
Opposite him, Marcarita's graceful figure swayed left and right with Roland's attacks. Faced with his assault, Marcarita was clearly very at ease.
The Staff of the Gods in her hand traced an elegant arc through the air. Her skirt fluttered as she dodged Roland's attack with effortless ease.
Roland's movements were also extremely profound. After his strike failed, he hurriedly changed his motions. At this moment, inertia seemed to have lost its effect on him. His body turned, and he came to Marcarita's side again, reaching for her shoulder.
Seeing this, Marcarita smiled faintly on her exquisite face and dodged away in an unhurried, orderly manner.
After quite a while, the two ended their spar. Roland let out a long breath and withdrew from the Ultimate State of Ultra Instinct, his hair and eye color returning to deep red.
"Whew!"
Roland exhaled deeply and looked at the smiling Marcarita.
"I'm done. No matter how much we fight, I still can't beat you."
Marcarita leisurely set one foot on the stone slabs of the ground and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. A smile showed in her pale purple eyes. "Hehe, if you could hit me that easily, wouldn't all my years of training have been wasted? Actually, the