Victory!

In the exclusive "Duel Live Broadcast" plane of the Virtual Universe, Zi Wu watched the battle between the two from the audience seats. He couldn't help but project himself into the fight, only to be horrified to realize that if he were facing these two, he likely wouldn't last a hundred moves even if he unleashed his full power.

He felt a bitter taste in his mouth and turned to look at Jian Bi beside him, only to find that he also had beads of cold sweat on his forehead, clearly in the same predicament as himself.

He nudged Jian Bi with his elbow, and once the latter regained his focus, he whispered, "It's just a life-and-death duel..."

Jian Bi wiped his forehead with his hand and gave a wry smile, "True, but I just can't help but put myself in their shoes..."

The two looked at each other in silence.

"Why hasn't Luoluobai Muye used that domain-whip technique?" a nearby spectator grumbled with dissatisfaction. "If he had used it, the fight should have been over long ago, which would have helped me win back some of my losses..."

This person had clearly placed a significant bet on Muye and was now clenching his fists tightly, wishing he could step in to block the opponent's spear tip for him.

"This opponent is different from the last one," Zi Wu shook his head, kindly explaining to him. "The last opponent was a Psychic; he was at a distance, so one only needed to guard against the Telepathic Weapon. This opponent, however, is a martial artist, and a martial artist with extremely high-level spear skills. In a duel between martial artists, victory or defeat is often decided in a split second. With Luoluobai Muye having to respond with full force, how could he find the mental capacity to use the domain-whip..."

He curled his lip slightly, "I'm afraid that before the domain-whip could even be used, the moment his domain contracted, it would immediately be suppressed by the opponent's domain, causing his movements to deform, and he would be pierced in a vital spot by a spear... Wait, Nan Qi is about to explode with power..."

Although Nan Qi had not yet shown signs of defeat, every clash between the spear and the staff caused his hands to tremble violently. The power in Muye's Thunder Staff was extremely concentrated, and he couldn't perfectly deflect the force every single time.

The intense gravity of the White Dwarf Star made the ground exceptionally hard, but even so, Nan Qi had stomped countless footprints into it, clearly transferring some of the impact force to his feet.

Nan Qi knew that things couldn't go on like this; his hands were already beginning to feel slightly numb. If this continued, his movements would eventually deform, and that would be the moment of his death.

He forcibly stimulated the origin energy within his body, and the secret patterns engraved on the spear began to emit a faint glow. The patterns spread to the spear tip, making the blade even sharper. However, although Muye's Thunder Staff was only a Tier 3 Force Weapon, it was exceptionally sturdy and remained completely undamaged even when constantly sliced by the incredibly sharp spear blade.

As his advantage gradually became apparent, Muye grew increasingly cautious. It wasn't that he didn't want to use the domain-whip to quickly kill his opponent, but as Zi Wu had said, Nan Qi's strength was not low. To use the domain-whip, he first had to contract his domain.

But once he contracted his domain, he would immediately fall under the pressure of Nan Qi's Five-Fold Domain. If his staff technique showed even the slightest flaw, given the reaction speed of a Universe Rank martial artist, he would likely be riddled with holes by Nan Qi before the domain-whip could even be lashed out.

When Nan Qi filled the secret patterns on his spear with origin energy, the speed at which he wielded the weapon increased dramatically, his spear techniques became increasingly fierce, and the power behind the spear grew by a significant margin—

This was actually a Tier 4 Force Weapon!

This sudden change caused Muye's pressure to spike, forcing him to defend with his full concentration.

Nan Qi's Light Domain erupted simultaneously. Within the range covered by the domain, it became pitch black in an instant, as if all light had been absorbed into the spear.

The bright white spear tip pierced toward Muye like a shooting star.

Amidst the darkness, a flash of lightning suddenly ignited. Within the silver-white lightning, a hint of cyan was mixed in, and the interweaving of silver and cyan transformed into a pale green electric light that exploded instantly, dazzlingly bright!

Nan Qi was shocked; he hadn't expected his opponent's Lightning Domain to have such increased power, causing his own domain, unleashed via secret techniques, to return empty-handed.

After the electric light exploded, briefly pushing back the pressure of the Light Domain, Muye no longer held back. His Wind-Thunder Domain contracted instantly, channeling into the Thunder Staff through his hands.

With a horizontal sweep of the staff, Nan Qi retreated in a hurry.

From the tip of the long staff, a slightly illusory domain-whip composed of pale green secret patterns suddenly extended and lashed out.

Nan Qi raised his spear in a rush to block. The middle of the whip was blocked by the spear, but the tip of the whip bent and wrapped directly around to the back, lashing onto Nan Qi's side!

Even with the protection of his combat suit, Nan Qi was sent stumbling, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes turned fierce. He took advantage of the momentum to roll to the side, pouring his origin energy into the spear as if it were worthless. The secret patterns on the spear glowed brightly, and the muscles on his arms bulged, stretching the fabric of his combat suit to reveal their contours. He raised his hand and threw it—

The spear streaked across the short distance like a swimming dragon, arriving in an instant!

This move was Nan Qi's trump card; he had killed countless opponents with it in life-and-death duels.

Muye held the staff with his right hand to block, while his left hand pulled away from the staff, simultaneously pulling along a pale green domain-whip.

He flicked his hand, and the front of the whip surged forward, instantly crossing the distance between them. The tip of the whip snapped, lashing onto Nan Qi. Even with his combat suit, the whip tail instantly tore his strong body apart!

The long staff in his right hand failed to deflect the dragon-like spear, only managing to shift its angle slightly. The spear vibrated rapidly as it flew, grazing the right side of Muye's body.

Bang!

Muye's entire right arm, along with a small portion of his right shoulder, exploded; he was nearly decapitated.

Ignoring his severely wounded body, Muye pressed and flicked his left hand. The long whip lashed down once more, tearing the already split Nan Qi into four pieces!

The Light Domain vanished, and the incandescent light returned to their eyes.

"Luoluobai Muye wins!"

The Domain Lord Rank supervisor appeared. After confirming that Nan Qi was dead, he announced the winner as a matter of routine, then closed the Virtual Universe broadcast and vanished in a flicker.

Bastian brought his men to the White Dwarf Star. Looking at Muye's injuries, his eyes were filled with heartache—he wasn't feeling sorry for his slave's severe injury, but rather the money it would cost to repair such damage.

"Well, regardless, at least he won..." Bastian said dryly, waving his hand to signal his men to collect the spoils of war.

But suddenly, a burly giant appeared in front of them. With a single wave of his hand, he sent the slave who was about to pick up Nan Qi's spear flying.

"Who are you?" Bastian's eyes narrowed, and the antennae on his forehead turned slightly red—a sign of extreme tension.

He could feel the man's power; although they were both Universe Rank, the opponent was definitely among the most elite of the Universe Rank.

"This was my offspring..." The giant stood with his back to the crowd in front of Nan Qi's corpse, a glimmer of moisture seemingly swirling in his eyes, his voice low.

Without looking back, he reached out and beckoned. The spear not far away bounced up and was caught in his hand.

Turning around, he ignored Bastian and the others, his eyes fixed solely on the only injured person in the arena. Under his gaze, Muye felt as if he were a sheep being stared at by a tiger, his entire body tensing up.

Seemingly thinking of something, the fierce light in the giant's eyes gradually faded. He sighed softly, "A fair duel; he died as he lived..."

He then silently collected Nan Qi's corpse, stopped looking at the group, and flew away.

Under his overwhelming aura, Bastian and his subordinates were struck silent, trembling like cicadas in winter. He had no doubt that if the giant were to suddenly lash out, even with the addition of the heavily injured Bai Muye, they would be no different from mere straw dogs; they wouldn't last three blows against this man, and wiping them all out would be as simple as eating or drinking.

Perhaps out of fear of the rules at the Giant Axe Arena, the man ultimately only gathered Nan Qi's remains and collected the items belonging to him before retreating.

"Whew..." Bastian let out a long sigh and waved his hands repeatedly. "Let's go, let's go, hurry back..."

After saying this, he took the lead and flew toward the spaceship.

The vast majority of those who participate in life-and-death battles have no significant background or influence, which is why Bastian had rarely encountered such a "dangerous situation" before.

The Thunder Staff was already being held by one of Bastian's subordinates. Bai Muye glanced in the direction where the giant had departed, then, bearing his pain, dragged his battered body toward the spaceship.