Duel Space

"Come out, come out." Three days passed in a flash. The door to the secret chamber opened right on time, and the Temple Envoy's low voice poured clearly into Ling Xuan's ears.

Ling Xuan opened his eyes abruptly. In the gloom, only the faint light of force emitted by others still deep in meditation flickered.

They seemed unaffected by the sound, remaining immersed in their deep realization of the Flame Laws, their breathing steady and their expressions focused.

In that case, the rule of only being able to meditate for three days at a time seemed to be aimed specifically at Ling Xuan.

However, these three days of meditation were not without gains.

He clearly sensed that after this period of immersion, his Flame Domain had successfully broken through to the second level!

Composing himself, Ling Xuan walked out of the Flame Law secret chamber with strides, filled with joy at the improvement of his own strength.

"How was your meditation?" Seeing Ling Xuan walk out, the black-robed envoy looked up from the Auxiliary Optical Computer in his hand and asked casually, his tone carrying a hint of routine.

"It felt very good." Ling Xuan could not hide his excitement, his voice filled with confidence. "My domain has broken through to the second level."

The black-robed envoy nodded with satisfaction. The Auxiliary Optical Computer in his hand flashed, projecting Ling Xuan's data, and a string of complex numbers flickered in the air.

"Your talent is indeed good; you've grasped the second level of the domain only a month after breaking through to the Planetary Level. I only let you meditate for three days at a time because I was worried you would become too immersed in the Flame Laws and lose yourself.

Furthermore, given your current situation, you need to hone your combat skills through actual combat and fighting against opponents, rather than just sitting still and meditating on the laws."

Ling Xuan's eyes shone as he asked, "Senior, when can I continue to meditate?"

The black-robed envoy pondered for a moment and said slowly, "In the Decisive Battle Space, the opponents you are initially matched with will not be very strong. As a Planetary Level with a second-level domain, the opponents you encounter will hardly pose a threat to you. Wait until you have achieved a thousand consecutive victories in the Decisive Battle Space before going to the training chamber to meditate; you should have greater gains then."

"Follow me." The Temple Envoy stood up, the hem of his black robe sweeping across the floor, faintly revealing the Zhulong patterns embroidered on the edges.

He led Ling Xuan through the corridor, turned three corners, and a courtyard covered in crimson vines appeared before them. The energy crystals embedded in the ironwood gate flickered rhythmically.

"You will practice here from now on." The envoy pushed open the creaking wooden door. In the center of the room, a cold-glowing Consciousness Sensor was suspended, its surface covered in fine circuits that twitched slightly like living things.

Another room was stacked with many supplies, so Ling Xuan did not have to worry about anything unrelated to his training.

"I don't need to teach you how to operate the Virtual Universe. Once you reach a thousand consecutive victories, just send the recordings to me." The envoy left Ling Xuan a string of Virtual Universe codes and a secret manual for cultivation via his own intelligent optical computer before turning to leave.

Ling Xuan gently stroked the cold shell of the sensor, took a deep breath, and put it on.

After breaking through to the Planetary Level, Ling Xuan had already registered his identity as a citizen of the universe in his tribe and possessed the login permissions for the Virtual Universe. Now, after his consciousness linked to the sensor, he instantly connected to the omnipresent Virtual Universe.

Ling Xuan opened the Killing Field and the Decisive Battle Space and began to register an account.

With his cosmic citizen identity and Virtual Universe number, he could register and log in with one click; he only needed to enter a codename he wanted to use the functions of the Decisive Battle Space.

With a thought, he entered the two characters "Yanmo" in the nickname column, and the system prompt sounded in his ears: "Account created successfully. Welcome to the Decisive Battle Space."

As soon as Ling Xuan registered his Decisive Battle Space account, he received a message.

The fees for his use of the Killing Field and the Decisive Battle Space for this account were covered by another account, allowing him to use them without restraint.

As the threshold for becoming a cosmic citizen, the Planetary Level saw countless newcomers break through every day, and many also came to register for the Decisive Battle Space to assist in their training.

Especially for those at the first stage of the Planetary Level, the price was extremely cheap—less than 10,000 medium-sized cosmic nation currency per day—so there were many of them.

As soon as Ling Xuan clicked match, a white light flashed, and he found himself on a vast grassland.

A black metal arena, ten kilometers square, glowed with a cold light.

Opposite him, a green-skinned man was loosening his wrists, the dark red cloth wrapped around the hilt of the long sword on his back fluttering in the wind.

The man muttered, "Yanmo? You actually named yourself Yanmo; it seems you really are an arrogant guy. Tsk tsk, trampling on an arrogant person is the most satisfying thing. Let me use you as the first stepping stone to becoming a cosmic powerhouse. Remember, the one who defeats you is called Fengying Sword."

Before he finished speaking, green light exploded under his feet, and he charged forward, turning into an afterimage. The air along the way was torn apart, emitting sharp sonic booms.

Ling Xuan's eyes sharpened. His internal force circulated instantly, and the animal skin on his body extended like a living thing, covering his entire body to form a dense, scale-like Force Battle Suit, the flame totem on his forehead protector glowing slightly.

He gripped the Pokong Blade—a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear—tighter than his head with both hands. The shaft was about two meters long, and the front of the blade was a trident shape, with the middle prong resembling a sword and slightly higher, the two wings slightly lower, and both sides sharpened. It was extremely sharp, and the flowing patterns looked like burning flames, glinting coldly in the sun.

Fengying Sword's long sword thrust out first, the cyan sword light like a viper flicking its tongue, taking aim at his throat with a shrill whistle that tore through the air.

Ling Xuan's pupils shrank, but instead of retreating, he advanced, his wrist flipping to draw a tricky arc with the Pokong Blade.

As soon as the blade touched the long sword, it slid precisely along the outer side of the sword body, sparks flying from the metal friction.

Ling Xuan cleverly used this friction and his own dexterity to flick his wrist, sending the long sword flying to the side. The force was perfectly judged, as if he had anticipated every move of his opponent.

Without waiting for his opponent to recover, Ling Xuan kicked the arena hard with his left foot, and several cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the metal arena.

His entire body shot out like an arrow from a bow, bringing with it a strong blast of air.

The Pokong Blade turned into a cold light in his hands, thrusting toward Fengying Sword's throat with the force of a thunderbolt. The speed was so fast that the opponent only had time to see a golden afterimage.

Fengying Sword's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block.

Just as the sword and blade were about to touch, a cold smile curled on the corner of Ling Xuan's lips. He exerted force with his wrist to press down, and the Pokong Blade slid rapidly along the inner side of the opponent's sword.

The entire blade, like a barbed grim reaper's scythe, suddenly flicked upward during the slide. The blade cut through the air with a whistling sound, aiming directly at the vital part of the opponent's elbow.

Fengying Sword only felt a chill coming from his elbow, and the excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body, his protective force shattering upon impact.

The long sword in his hand, along with his right arm, flew to the side, and his whole body was knocked backward by the sharpness of the Pokong Blade.

However, Ling Xuan's offensive did not stop. Borrowing the momentum of his forward charge, he swung the Pokong Blade again, the blade like a golden lightning bolt, instantly slashing across the opponent's throat.

"This... how is this possible..." Fengying Sword's face was full of horror. Before he could finish his sentence, his entire body turned into light spots and dissipated on the arena.

After Ling Xuan grasped the domain, his own blade technique also broke through to the domain level. Facing these guys who had just entered the Planetary Level, he could easily crush his opponents with his blade technique level even without using his domain.

"Ding! First battle victory, current record: 1 win, 0 losses."

The intelligent announcement echoed throughout the battle arena.

"Continue matching," Ling Xuan commanded.

"Understood."

Soon, the second opponent was matched.

This time, he found himself on a desolate desert battlefield. In the distance, a figure clad in heavy armor was dragging a Giant Axe toward him, the blade carving deep furrows into the sand and kicking up clouds of dust.

Thanks to Yeshen Yuexia for the first monthly ticket, and thanks to Legend of the Aurora for a monthly ticket. Thank you, thank you. Mwah.