"Light" Domain, Thousandfold Bodies! Nuo Lanshan's Recruitment? [Seeking Follow-up Reads!]

"No rush, let's finish watching this match first!"

Nuo Lanshan spoke indifferently, his voice low and raspy.

He had certainly heard the moniker "Star" enough over the past few days; his ears were practically calloused from it.

For a little guy at the Star level to maintain an undefeated record in a place like the Killing Field, where geniuses gathered, was indeed quite impressive.

But Nuo Lanshan had seen plenty of so-called geniuses, and no small number had died by his hand.

Only this time, it felt different.

He looked at the young face projected on the screen—

Black hair, black eyes, his expression indifferent with a hint of faint, underlying arrogance.

For some reason, a wave of inexplicable irritation suddenly surged in Nuo Lanshan's heart.

This feeling came without rhyme or reason, as if he and Lin Yuan had some sort of history.

"Looking at this face, I just can't bring myself to be happy."

Nuo Lanshan frowned slightly, his fingers tapping gently against the window frame.

If Lin Yuan could hear his inner thoughts at this moment, he would surely say: Of course you can't be happy, after all, I wiped out your vanguard army!

At this moment, inside the decisive battle space.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and the gale whipped up grit that stung the face.

Lin Yuan, dressed in a black combat suit and holding a battle blade, stood quietly atop a sand dune.

The system's notification flashed through his mind, but he ignored it, his gaze locked solely on the figure a hundred meters ahead.

His opponent this time was a woman in white robes.

She was tall, her face obscured by a faint mist, revealing only a pair of eyes as cold as frigid stars.

She held a slender, silver soft sword in her hand, her entire presence like a blade about to be unsheathed, sharp and exposed.

[Opponent Information: Codename "White Dew", Star level 1, Rating: Five Stars.]

"Star level 1?" Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Among the countless opponents he had slain, a Star level 1 was not even worth mentioning. But he knew clearly that the woman before him was different.

That keen perception of law fluctuations, that natural, seamless combat stance...

"A special elite from the Virtual Universe Company?" Lin Yuan realized.

This was not just a match; it was an "assessment" from the higher-ups of the Virtual Universe Company.

This was a specially arranged "professional booster," a so-called "streak terminator," used to test just how much substance this suddenly emerged wild-card genius actually had.

If he lost, it meant his potential was limited; if he won...

Lin Yuan didn't dwell on it.

He didn't care about any of that; he only knew that for the sake of the many rewards this time, he had every reason not to lose!

"You are... Star?"

The white-clad swordswoman finally spoke, her voice crisp but devoid of any emotion. She tightened her grip on her sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, as a sharp sword intent instantly locked onto Lin Yuan.

"That's right." Lin Yuan casually spun his blade, the weapon cutting through the air with a shrill whistle. "I see your record is also undefeated. Since that's the case, let me—add an unforgettable mark to it for you."

"Arrogant."

The white-clad swordswoman frowned and said no more.

BOOM!

The decisive battle erupted in an instant.

Moving like thunder!

The figure of the woman in white vanished from where she stood, leaving behind only an afterimage that was difficult for the naked eye to track.

The next instant, she had crossed the hundred-meter distance and appeared at Lin Yuan's side, her silver soft sword striking like a viper's tongue, aiming straight for Lin Yuan's throat!

Fast! Fast to the extreme!

This was a strike infused with the Law of Wind, so fast that it sliced through the air without making a sound.

However.

Just as the tip of the sword was less than three inches from Lin Yuan's throat, a pitch-black blade light flared without warning.

CLANG!!!

A deafening sound of metal clashing rang out across the wasteland.

Lin Yuan had drawn his blade at some unknown moment, and that seemingly heavy battle blade had arrived first despite starting later, blocking the soft sword's path with pinpoint precision.

"What?!" The white-clad swordswoman's pupils shrank.

Before she could change her move, a terrifying force like a surging sea rushed madly along the length of her sword. It wasn't just raw power; it felt more like the potential energy of a mountain collapsing down upon her!

The force was heavy and deep, pressing down in waves!

The white-clad swordswoman's expression darkened; the webbing between her thumb and forefinger instantly split open, and her sword-wielding hand trembled uncontrollably. The deflection techniques she took such pride in appeared so pale and weak in the face of absolute power.

Lin Yuan's strength was simply astonishing!

"Is that all you've got? Then let's just end this."

Lin Yuan's voice rang out by her ear like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

Hum—!

Centered on Lin Yuan, the space within a thousand-meter radius suddenly solidified.

Countless golden specks of light emerged from thin air, as if a sky full of stars had fallen to the mortal realm. The previously violent wind and sand froze instantly; the entire world seemed to have been pressed into slow motion.

The white-clad swordswoman felt her body sink, as if she were carrying a weight of ten thousand tons, and even her thoughts became sluggish.

This was... a Domain!

Everything was now under Lin Yuan's control.

"It's over."

Lin Yuan's gaze was indifferent as he slowly raised his battle blade.

Following his movement, the sky full of golden light specks began to converge frantically, coalescing into blurred figures behind him.

Each "Lin Yuan" was composed of intensely condensed light, radiating a heart-stopping intent to kill.

"Thousandfold Bodies!"

Following this, Lin Yuan spat out a single word, like a decree of judgment:

"Slash!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

As the word fell, the countless "light-shadow Lin Yuans" instantly transformed into streaks of light, flooding toward the white-clad swordswoman and engulfing her.

A thousand threads, a web of light.

Every ray of light that sliced through space was a world-shaking blade left behind by the Reaper.

There were no screams, no blood splattered, because under that terrifying heat and cutting force, all matter was annihilated in an instant.

The figure of the white-clad swordswoman shattered like foam under the cutting of those light rays, disappearing completely from the battle space.

[Victory!]

[Current win streak: 938 matches.]

After exiting the battle space, Lin Yuan did not rush to leave.

The high-intensity combat today had left him feeling a trace of fatigue, especially that final move, "Thousandfold Bodies," which consumed a massive amount of spiritual force.

He decided to make a push for a thousand-win streak tomorrow.

The lounge area of the Killing Field was a massive open-air bar.

Various bizarre cosmic races gathered here. Lin Yuan found a secluded corner to sit down, ordered a glass of strong liquor from the Black Dream Galaxy, and drank by himself.

People around him occasionally recognized him, casting looks of awe or curiosity, and a few friends he had made in the Killing Field raised their glasses to him from afar.

Just then, a slight commotion arose.

The previously noisy bar seemed to quiet down a little.

Lin Yuan keenly sensed an unmasked aura of a powerhouse approaching him.

He set down his glass and lifted his eyes slightly.

He saw a cosmic being with pointed ears and glowing red eyes walking slowly toward him. He did not deliberately release any pressure, but the aura cultivated from long-term high-ranking status caused the surrounding martial artists to step aside one after another.

Nuo Lanshan walked to Lin Yuan's table and stood there quietly, looking down at the young man from a position of superiority.

He was waiting.

Waiting for this young man to panic, or to stand up and offer a salute.

However, all he received was a casual glance from Lin Yuan...

And a nonchalant question:

"Is there something you need?"

Lin Yuan certainly knew that the person before him was Nuo Lanshan, the patriarch of the family that brought a great crisis to Earth in the original story.

But at this moment, not only did he feel no fear, he actually had an urge to laugh.

What a small world.

Nuo Lanshan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but it smoothed out just as quickly. Geniuses, after all, were expected to have a bit of a temper.

"Star, a very popular codename. My name is Nuo Lanshan."

Nuo Lanshan spoke indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of reserved arrogance, "I watched your battle just now and think highly of your potential. Are you interested in joining my Hundred Tiger Tower?"

The Hundred Tiger Tower was one of the four major organizations, an absolute behemoth. For an ordinary Star-level martial artist, this was a chance to ascend to the heavens in a single step.

"Not interested."

Lin Yuan didn't even spend a second thinking, replying bluntly before picking up his wine glass for another sip, as if the Universe-level powerhouse before him were nothing but air.

This scene was caught by a few passing martial artists, who couldn't help but gasp, exclaiming aloud.

"Good heavens, is that Lord Great Axe Nuo Lanshan?"

"Is this kid crazy? He actually rejected Nuo Lanshan's recruitment? And so rudely at that?"

"His standards are way too high! That's the Hundred Tiger Tower we're talking about!"

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Nuo Lanshan's expression stiffened slightly, a flicker of gloom passing through his eyes. This was the first time he had been publicly slighted by a Star-level junior.

But he was a seasoned veteran after all, with a deep sense of composure.

"Heh, it's only natural for a young man to have a bit of pride."

Nuo Lanshan suppressed his displeasure, forcing a stiff smile onto his face. Offering Lin Yuan a way out, he softened his voice, "I can understand if you dislike the constraints of the Hundred Tiger Tower.

How about this: you can become my personal disciple. As long as you take me as your master, I guarantee you will have no worries regarding resources, and you will surely become a Universe-level ninth-rank existence in the future!"

In his view, this was a monumental favor. A Universe-level ninth-rank—that was the overlord of an entire star system!

However, when Lin Yuan heard this, it was as if he had heard some grand joke.

He slowly set down his wine glass, stood up, and looked Nuo Lanshan straight in the eye. There was not a shred of awe in his gaze; instead, it was filled with... mockery?

"I say, if you're going to feed me empty promises, at least make them better ones."

Lin Yuan took a sip of wine and spoke calmly:

"Universe-level ninth-rank... is that supposed to be impressive?"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The crowd that had been whispering moments ago fell instantly mute, everyone staring with wide eyes, looking at Lin Yuan as if he were a madman.

What was he saying?

Was he mocking a mighty Universe-level ninth-rank expert?

Nuo Lanshan's smile froze completely on his face, the red light in his eyes surging instantly as a terrifying killing intent, no longer able to be suppressed, began to erupt.

This young man truly did not know what was good for him—

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ps: Chapter 2 is currently being written