Seven-Star Rating

After Sett finished speaking, he couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on Dark Star Venerable. He logged off immediately, just to piss him off.

"Your Majesty, the King." Sett was acting so cocky mainly because King Zhenlian was with him.

So what if Dark Star Venerable was powerful? At most, he was a Military Lord Level Immortal. He couldn't even beat a Marquis Level Immortal, let alone a King Level Immortal.

The difference between Immortals was no small thing. It was an astronomical one.

The most basic Immortals had only just entered immortality. They hadn't even gained an undying body.

Military Lord Level Immortals were Immortals with some strength, having forged an undying body.

An undying body meant that the soul imprint was engraved in every single cell. Even if the body was smashed to pieces, a single cell fragment was enough to reform it. It merely cost some energy.

And that was nothing compared to the even more powerful Marquis and King Level Immortals.

Even ten million Dark Star Venerables wouldn't be a match for King Zhenlian.

For King Zhenlian, dealing with an Immortal God like him was as easy as turning her hand.

"What's wrong?" King Zhenlian asked.

Sett told King Zhenlian what had happened over the past two days. He didn't exaggerate or embellish anything, just laid out the facts as they had happened.

He'd certainly shown off, but he still needed to tell her. What if Dark Star Venerable had connections among the Virtual Universe Company's higher-ups, and they traded favors to track him down and capture him?

After all, Sett had really enraged him. There was no telling what he might do.

"Oh? Dark Star Venerable? Hmph, just a lowly Military Lord Level Immortal. It's nothing to worry about." King Zhenlian waved it off.

"Although you haven't called me Master yet, I know you have your pride and intend to wait until you become my personal disciple before doing so. You're still my nominal disciple, though. If he dares lay a hand on you, I'll make sure he never comes back." King Zhenlian continued.

"Don't get carried away thinking about all that. Focus on improving your strength. Once you become as powerful as me—or even a powerhouse like Zhenyuan Venerable—you can make Dark Star Venerable lick your shoes if you feel like it." King Zhenlian scoffed.

That was right. The universe was a dark place. Only strength of your own truly mattered.

Sett nodded, thinking about how dark this universe was.

He really was lucky to have a King Level powerhouse by his side.

But with four Innate Secret Techniques, he was bound to be incredibly powerful. He only had two for now, but he'd probably have few rivals at the same level.

Once he became a Giant Axe Warrior, he'd be the personal disciple of a King Level powerhouse. His status would surely skyrocket.

And if he became a Golden Giant Axe Warrior, he'd be a Venerable's disciple.

A Venerable was powerful enough to create a large Universe Country with a single thought. They were incredibly mighty, true experts of the universe.

Given enough time, my name, The Boss, will shake the universe too, Sett thought to himself.

Inside the Killing Field's Duel Space, encouraged by King Zhenlian, Sett quickly started another duel.

After five hundred consecutive wins, his standards were naturally high. He only sent out invitations to opponents with at least a seven-star rating.

But there weren't many fighters rated above seven stars, and they also had to be online at the same time as him. So he had to wait a while each time before finding a suitable opponent to challenge.

"You'll do, Wind Swordsman." Sett spotted a fighter with an eight-star rating named Wind Swordsman.

Wind Swordsman was a Planetary Level Nine fighter with a third-level Domain and terrifying combat experience.

Sett was brimming with fighting spirit, so he accepted Wind Swordsman's duel request.

The scene shifted, and they were back in an arena ten kilometers across.

A young man stood across from Sett, holding a two-meter-long sword. He was lean, but his presence was imposing.

"Five hundred consecutive wins, huh? You must have something going for you. But I don't think you're a match for me. I'll end your winning streak this time!" Wind Swordsman's hoarse voice rang out, brimming with confidence.

"I've heard that plenty of times, but they all ended the same way—with my fists knocking them down." Since his opponent was talking trash before the match, Sett gave as good as he got.

After all, a straightforward duel was pretty dull. It was all the more satisfying to beat someone who talked the most outrageous trash beforehand.

"Hmph. I'm not one of those weaklings. Let's see whether your fists are harder or my blade is sharper!" Wind Swordsman said.

The two-meter-long sword flashed free. The man's whole bearing changed, as if he and his sword had become one. He looked incredibly formidable.

"Then let's get to it!" Seeing his opponent draw his sword, Sett released his Domain and prepared to fight.

A faint golden glow spread from Sett, enveloping the space around him.

"Don't think you're the only one with a Domain!" Wind Swordsman released his Domain as well.

A white Wind Domain spread from the man, but Sett's Domain of Metal suppressed it.

"What? His Domain can suppress mine? Mine's already at the third level. Is his Domain at the fourth?" Wind Swordsman was stunned. Who would've thought this opponent named The Boss would be so absurdly strong?

He was only a Planetary Level Nine fighter, yet he had a Domain at least at the fourth level.

"But a higher-level Domain doesn't mean you know how to use it well. Take this!" the man shouted, thrusting his two-meter-long sword forward.

Combined with his third-level Wind Domain, the blade seemed to carry a colossal tornado as it stabbed toward Sett.

Haymaker!

Sett didn't let his guard down. He quickly used Haymaker.

In an instant, a massive golden fist appeared in front of Sett and smashed toward the incoming sword.

Rumble!

The two techniques collided, unleashing a tremendous shock wave that sent both Sett and Wind Swordsman staggering backward.

"What an incredible technique!" Wind Swordsman stumbled back several steps, stunned.

"He's using his Domain so well. Even though mine's at the fourth level, I'm still incredibly clumsy with it," Sett thought, equally surprised.

"Again!" Golden light flared around Sett's fists as he used Pummel.

His fists were suddenly itching for a fight. He craved battle, and he charged at Wind Swordsman even faster than before.

"Looks like I have no choice but to use this." Seeing Sett race toward him, Wind Swordsman moved at incredible speed.

"Eye of the Gale!" His two-meter-long sword spun up a massive whirlwind, like a hurricane, while the blade at its center resembled the eye of the storm, brimming with unimaginable power.

But Sett didn't retreat. He instantly threw a punch with each hand.

With tenfold force amplification, Pummel, and the support of his fourth-level Domain of Metal, each punch packed a terrifying twentyfold force.

His left fist struck the whirlwind. Bam!

The hurricane seemed to shrink, but it still contained tremendous power.

Then his right fist struck, dispersing the entire storm.

Though the storm vanished, its eye—the sword at the center—kept going, still thrusting toward Sett.

With Pummel no longer active, Sett could only wait for the sword to reach him.

"I'll catch it!" Sett spread both hands, ready to grab the sword.

But the sword's force was far too powerful to catch so easily. The moment Sett caught it, he was sent staggering backward.

"Stop!" Sett dug in and pushed with all his strength, trying to avoid being knocked out of the arena.

But the sword was too fast. Despite Sett's immense strength, it pierced his chest.

"I actually got hurt." In five hundred consecutive duels, this was the first time Sett had been wounded.

But his injury didn't weaken him. Instead, his fists seemed to brim with even more strength. Pit Grit had taken effect.

"Again!" Sett charged at Wind Swordsman, his fighting spirit soaring.

"This Boss is way too ridiculous. I only just came up with this move, and even my master said it was top-tier among Planetary Level fighters. He actually caught it, and it doesn't even seem to have slowed him down." Wind Swordsman was stunned. But as Sett charged, he swung his sword back at him.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Sett threw a few punches in rapid succession. Each one was even more powerful, and he knocked the sword flying, forcing Wind Swordsman to fight with his fists.

"How did he get even stronger?" Wind Swordsman couldn't believe Sett was growing fiercer as the fight went on. Getting hurt hadn't weakened him—instead, he'd become even stronger.

"How is anyone supposed to handle this?" Wind Swordsman was sent flying out of the arena by a punch, thinking to himself.

The Boss's 501st match: Victory!

"Phew, I finally won. Wind Swordsman really was impressive. I can't afford to be careless either. I need to make good use of these remaining twenty-odd days and improve my strength."

"If I slip up at the Giant Axe Duel Arena, I'll have lost everything. After all, the duels there are fought in reality, and losing means death." Sett thought to himself.

"Seven-star rating. I'll try to reach nine stars during this time. Next!" After seeing his seven-star rating, Sett hurriedly sent a duel request to an online fighter rated nine stars.

To keep nine-star fighters from being challenged indiscriminately, the Killing Field only allowed fighters rated seven stars or higher to challenge them.