Martial Fanatic and Battle

In a world of ice and snow, a streak of fiery red light appeared particularly glaring.

It moved like a flickering phantom in this world, until suddenly, the red glow halted, revealing a figure.

With a long spear strapped to his back and hair the color of crimson, his body dusted with crystalline snowflakes, this figure was none other than Huang Wuye. He exhaled a breath of air.

"Hmph, this World Zone is truly vast. The Eighty-Third World Zone alone spans over two billion square kilometers. Although there are nearly one hundred million Universe-level combatants, the spatial constraints and gravity here are far too intense."

Huang Wuye heard the sounds of clashing in the distance. Beyond the relentless snowfall, the Eighty-Third World Zone was filled with countless towering mountains that obscured his vision.

Because of this, Huang Wuye only encountered about a hundred people a day.

"It is fortunate that this qualifying tournament lasts for half a year, and the terrain will continuously shrink. For now, I shall hone my spear techniques and save the point-plundering for the later stages."

Glancing at the points display on his wrist guard, Huang Wuye felt that hunting right now was not particularly cost-effective.

Contestant: Huang Wuye (Meteor Universe Kingdom)
Points: 685
Rank: 1
Current World Zone: Eighty-Third World Zone

This was the harvest Huang Wuye had reaped over the past day. His current ranking was naturally first, a result of his formidable strength and unrivaled speed.

Therefore, as it stood, no one possessed more points than him.

Huang Wuye withdrew his gaze from the information screen and immediately set off toward the source of the noise.

With a flicker of his form, he arrived atop an iceberg. Looking down from above, he saw two figures crossing paths.

In the arena below, the two were locked in an intense duel: one was a martial artist, the other a spirit reader.

"Hmm, this person is actually using the Ten Thousand Threads Style. It seems he is nearing ten thousand phantoms."

Huang Wuye watched the battle below with keen interest; neither of these two was weak.

One had a profound grasp of the Laws of Space, his Ten Thousand Threads Style nearing perfection. It appeared his comprehension of the Origin Laws of Space was no longer inferior to some powerful Sector Lords. He transformed into nearly ten thousand phantoms, wielding a long sword as he attacked his opponent.

His opponent was no slouch either—a beautiful woman wielding a colorful ribbon.

Endless waves of water surged around her, and as she rotated, countless phantoms were shattered. The water-based secret technique she employed was clearly of high caliber.

The two traded blows, their strength appearing evenly matched.

Suddenly, both stopped fighting and turned their gazes upward simultaneously.

As it turned out, Huang Wuye had become too engrossed in watching and failed to restrain his own aura. The two had sensed him, and now, having ceased their duel, they exchanged a look, clearly intending to deal with this uninvited guest first.

Facing their oppressive stares, Huang Wuye remained unperturbed. These two were quite impressive—they could easily rank in the top hundred of this World Zone—but as sparring partners to hone his spear techniques, they were just right.

With a hearty laugh, Huang Wuye moved, covering the distance to them in a few strides.

Watching Huang Wuye traverse space as easily as breathing, the pupils of the two below constricted; they instantly sensed the terrifying strength of the newcomer.

This person's comprehension of the Origin Laws of Space was likely formidable. The two exchanged a glance, and in the next instant, they attacked Huang Wuye in perfect unison.

In a flash, thousands of water droplets and layers of sword shadows transformed into two long dragons, sweeping forward. The swirling snow around them formed two long, crystalline wings.

Facing an attack radiating such intense energy fluctuations, Huang Wuye did not retreat but advanced instead.

Golden Origin Law fluctuations permeated his entire body. A sharp, piercing edge radiated from his spear tip, meeting the incoming assault head-on.

The edge, imbued with golden energy, intersected with the water droplets and sword shadows without making a sound.

The layers of water and thousands of sword shadows dissipated instantly, revealing the long sword and colorful ribbon at their center.

"Clang." A harsh sound rang out, and the fluttering ribbon and long sword were sliced in two.

The spear's momentum remained undiminished, striking toward the pair with peerless power.

The swordsman and the woman with the ribbon could not react in time. In a split second, two spear shadows flashed past, leaving two bloody holes through their skulls. The force continued, carving two massive craters into the ground that stretched out into the distance.

"Sigh, it seems I still underestimated my own comprehension of the Golden Origin Laws. What a pity; they were good sparring partners."

Huang Wuye shook his head. Despite his best efforts to control his strength, he had still underestimated the attack amplification provided by the Golden Origin Laws.

The Laws of Metal were unrivaled in offense, providing even greater amplification than the Laws of Fire.

Furthermore, the Golden Origin Laws leaned toward penetration and sharpness; for him, the piercing nature of his spear was like adding wings to a tiger.

Having encountered decent opponents for the first time, he had used just a little too much power, exceeding his own expectations.

"It seems I must first gauge the quality of these free sparring partners and exercise more control."

Huang Wuye sighed softly. It was a laborious task, but he had no choice—who told him to be so strong?

With a movement of his body, he vanished from the spot, heading off to find his next opponent.

Time flowed on, and as the days passed, a strange character appeared in the Eighty-Third World Zone.

He was immensely powerful and wielded a long spear. Even though he could easily kill his opponents, he would deliberately restrain his strength, using them as sparring partners and refusing to finish them off until they had exhausted every single one of their techniques.

As this happened more often, people began to notice, and the news gradually spread. More and more people heard of this.

The moniker "Martial Fanatic" began to circulate. As the news spread, those with ulterior motives began to act; some who lacked sufficient strength formed massive teams, preparing to surround and kill the Martial Fanatic.

Because the Martial Fanatic was powerful and held many points, he was a formidable opponent—not to mention the fact that he often stayed in one place for long periods of time.

On this day, a team composed of one thousand powerful contestants set their sights on him. Why one thousand? Because in this preliminary round, only one thousand people per world sector could advance.

These one thousand individuals were well-acquainted with one another, organized into several factions. They huddled together for warmth and frequently surrounded and killed powerful geniuses, relying on an array for amplification to remain invincible. They had even given themselves a resounding name: the God-Slaying Group.

This time, they had locked onto Huang Wuye.

When they appeared before Huang Wuye, he had just finished off a group of several dozen people who had clearly harbored the same objective.

In fact, there were quite a few groups with the same goal, but unfortunately, they had all become sparring partners to hone his Spear Canon and walking sources of points.

Huang Wuye sized up the team before him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Just in time! My spear technique has just reached minor completion, and I was lacking a subject for verification."

After months of tempering, Huang Wuye had now initially integrated the Origin Law of Metal into his Spear Canon, so these thousand-plus opponents were a welcome sight.

Huang Wuye took a step forward, the law fluctuations around him converging onto his long spear. The originally silver spear body radiated a golden phantom that enveloped the entire weapon, extending into a spear shadow magnified more than tenfold.

As Huang Wuye flicked his wrists, countless golden spear shadows shot out, heading straight for the God-Slaying Group opposite him.

Seeing that this Martial Fanatic did not flee but instead attacked them, the members of the God-Slaying Group were overjoyed.

However, as Huang Wuye's spear radiance shot forth, unleashing attacks laden with powerful fluctuations, a panicked voice rang out.

"Quick, form the God-Defense Array!"

One after another, source energy fluctuations linked together, merging into one under mysterious trajectories to form a massive shield.

This God-Defense Array was a formation used by many World Lords to defend against attacks from Immortals.

Now, executed collectively by thousands of Universe-level ninth-rank martial artists, it had become the God-Slaying Group's lifeline.

"Boom!" After a massive crash, the enormous shield formed by the predecessors was seen teetering on the brink of collapse.

Before the members of the God-Slaying Group could even heave a sigh of relief, a calm voice made their suspended hearts tighten once more.

"Great Annihilation!"