The Domain Whip

Two figures fought: one in the air, constantly directing Arc Blades to attack, and the other wielding a long staff, defending so tightly that not even a drop of water could get through.

As Bai Muye moved constantly, he had long since left the spot where the battle began.

Though Bai Muye had yet to attack even once since the fight began, the Arc Blades' inability to break through his defenses still put Sweep under immense pressure.

Therefore, Sweep had no time to retrieve most of the Arc Blades scattered across the sand earlier. He simply let them be buried, figuring he could recall them with a thought if he won.

Sweep focused all his attention on his opponent, controlling the Arc Blades on the Moon Disk with absolute concentration. He hoped their relentless attacks would expose a flaw in his opponent's defense.

In the Virtual Universe, Bai Muye had simulated opponents like him before. And in more than nine hundred life-or-death battles, Luoluobai Muye had defeated many Psychics.

But Luoluobai Muye's method for defeating Psychics was to wear them down. He relied on his impenetrable defense to exhaust their Spiritual Force, then used an explosive burst of speed to close in and kill them in close combat.

It was a reliable method, but it took a long time. A Universe Rank Psychic's Spiritual Force might not be infinite, but it couldn't be exhausted in a short time, either.

Even now, after more than ten minutes of fighting, every time Bai Muye knocked away an Arc Blade, Sweep lost some Spiritual Force. But so far, Sweep still had more than ninety-five percent of it left.

This opponent was far more troublesome than the Psychics he'd faced before!

At the start of the battle, Bai Muye had been a little nervous. After all, reality was different from the Virtual Universe. In the Virtual Universe, you could come back to life after dying. In the real world, no one would bring him back.

After fighting for more than ten minutes, he had finally adapted to the pace. He wielded the Thunder Staff with ever-increasing ease, holding his defenses without difficulty.

He stared at Sweep, hovering nearly a kilometer away, then suddenly burst forward, covering more than two hundred meters in an instant. Startled, Sweep controlled the Arc Blades with all his might to block him, while he himself drifted backward.

Bai Muye took on a ferocious air. The long staff in his right hand moved faster, and his feet kept bursting forward in rapid succession. At last, he picked up speed.

A cold glint shone in Sweep's eyes. He had been holding something back, not yet unleashing his full Spiritual Force. He had intended to wear his opponent down with his Telepathic Weapon, but now that the other man had burst into action, he had no choice but to do the same. Otherwise, once his opponent closed in, he would be in danger.

Of the more than forty Arc Blades, over a dozen suddenly fell from the air, no longer under his control. The remaining thirty-six formed a full moon, spinning at high speed as they slashed toward Bai Muye.

CLANG! Bai Muye was knocked back a step. Though he blocked the spinning disk, its rapid rotation dissipated the impact, and it slashed toward him again.

Combined, the Arc Blades concentrated their power. They were no longer as weak as they had been when scattered. Under the Moon Disk's attacks, Bai Muye was forced to stop, unable to advance.

As the Moon Disk attacked without pause, the distance between them did not shrink. Instead, it widened by dozens of meters.

I've tested him several times. This should be his limit...

Bai Muye had a good grasp of the situation. Although the combined Moon Disk was more powerful, it still couldn't pose a fatal threat to him.

His left hand, which had remained idle, moved slightly. He brushed the silver-white Lightning Domain swirling around him, as if reaching to grip the handle of a whip.

The next moment, the Lightning Domain centered on him suddenly contracted at high speed, turning into strands of lightning that wrapped around his left hand.

The domain, which had spread across several kilometers, shrank in an instant into a Lightning Sphere just a few dozen centimeters in diameter. His left hand shone silver-white, as if he were holding a basketball made of lightning.

Sweep was shocked. Though he had no idea what Bai Muye intended, he still unleashed his Spiritual Force with all his might. With the Lightning Domain no longer hindering it, the Moon Disk slashed toward Bai Muye faster than before.

As Bai Muye shifted his footwork and repeatedly blocked the Moon Disk with his long staff, he whipped his left hand outward. The lightning ball in his palm seemed to be made of water; its shape twisted as he flung it, transforming into a Lightning Whip woven from strands of lightning.

How fast was lightning?

In an instant, the Lightning Whip stretched out, crossing the kilometer between them. Its tip reached Sweep's face.

Sweep raised his right-hand blade and left-hand shield, trying to block the absurdly long Lightning Whip. But the Domain Whip, formed from the Fourth-Order Domain, possessed immense power. His blade was knocked aside, and his shield was pierced as easily as paper!

After piercing the shield, the Lightning Whip's power diminished slightly, but it lost none of its speed as it pierced Sweep between the brows!

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

Dozens of Arc Blades lost control and fell onto the sand.

Thud!

Sweep's body fell from the air onto the sand.

The instant the Lightning Whip pierced Sweep between the brows, a transparent tendril, like a spider's thread and visible only faintly to Bai Muye, suddenly reached out from his Consciousness Sea. It crossed the kilometer between them and slipped into Sweep's head through the wound left by the whip.

The black seed in his Consciousness Sea seemed to glow for a moment.

In the Virtual Universe, countless spectators stared at the scene in dumbfounded silence before an uproar broke out.

Purple Eyes and his companion were just as stunned.

"Well, I definitely misjudged him," Purple Eyes said self-deprecatingly. "No wonder Luoluobai Muye has won more than nine hundred battles in a row. He can actually turn a domain into a whip..."

He glanced at Hook Nose. "If you or I ran into an opponent like that without warning, we'd be lucky to escape without a serious injury..."

Hook Nose nodded. "That's true, but..."

He laughed, his voice a little shrill. "Isn't this why we came to watch a life-or-death battle? In a fight where you stake your life, the unexpected can always happen..."

The audience was a study in contrasts. Some remained composed, some were indifferent, and others didn't care at all. Some were delighted to have won a bundle on their bets, while others cursed angrily after betting on the wrong fighter and losing money...

Naturally, none of the scenes unfolding in the Virtual Universe had anything to do with Bai Muye.

"Luoluobai Muye wins!"

A booming voice drowned out the howling wind and rang across the entire planet.

A figure appeared in the air not far from Bai Muye, clad in dark iron-colored battle armor that radiated bloodlust.

It was the Domain Lord Rank official overseeing this life-or-death battle.

He studied Bai Muye, standing on the sand, and gave a slight nod. "Turning a domain into a whip? Not bad!"

He looked up at the sky. "This life-or-death battle is over. End the broadcast."

Then, with a flash, he vanished from the air.

The ability to turn a domain into a Lightning Whip wasn't something Luoluobai Muye knew how to do. Bai Muye had gotten the inspiration after seeing Xiao Si's spiderweb-like tendril, and had successfully tested the idea in the Virtual Universe.

After the Domain Lord overseeing the battle left, Bastian came over with his people, a smile on his face. He was clearly in a very good mood.

His slave had won another fight. Setting aside how much he'd made from this one, the fee for the next match would be even higher. How could he not be pleased?

"Not bad, Luoluobai Muye. You didn't disappoint me. Very good." Bastian rarely praised him with words like "not bad" and "very good."

Bai Muye said nothing, his expression blank.

"In recognition of your hard work, I'll let you make one reasonable request."

Bastian knew him well by now and didn't mind his coldness. But his slave had performed well, and he decided to show off his "generous" side.

"I want more time to train in the Virtual Universe," Bai Muye said in a low voice.

"Hmm, that's not an unreasonable request. Then I'll give you..." Bastian had meant to say a month, but thought that was too long and changed his mind at the last moment. "Twenty days."

Bai Muye swallowed his urge to complain and remained silent.

Bastian's men finished gathering the spoils. They left Sweep's body where it was, untouched.

"Train hard." Bastian turned and flew toward the spacecraft. "It's a good thing you weren't injured in this battle. I'll arrange your next match as soon as possible..."

He glanced back at the slave he was reluctant to... let go, and, for once, dangled a carrot in front of him. "You've now won 922 battles in a row. A thousand wins aren't far off. Once you become a 'Cosmic-level Great Axe Warrior,' you'll gain your freedom..."

"Freedom!"

Bai Muye's eyes lit up at those two words.

Honestly, having a chip planted in his brain was no way to live!

Having everything—including his life—under someone else's control was like swallowing grit with every breath, each one a harsh, grinding torment!

His longing for freedom burned within him every moment.

Time was a cage, and his heart a trapped beast!