Battle with the Reincarnation Jade-Eyed Snake (Thanks to Huang for the recommendation vote, Book Friend 2025xxx4363!)

Reincarnation Jade-Eyed Snake Race genius Huan Cong and Silver Horn appeared on the arena at the same time.

The arena was a standard square, each side stretching a full ten kilometers—more than enough for the massive Demon Race members to fight at full strength.

The moment Huan Cong stepped onto the stage, he coiled his snake body. His dark purple scales gleamed with an eerie, cold sheen under the virtual light, while the golden ring patterns on every scale slowly flowed like living things, radiating a heart-pounding pressure.

He did not rush to attack. He merely moved slowly, raising his enormous snake head high as all six jade-like compound eyes locked onto Silver Horn.

A coiled snake was at its most dangerous. In this posture, it could attack or defend, springing out at any moment to deliver a fatal blow.

Silver Horn drew a deep breath and fully unleashed the sixth level of his Space Domain. Invisible spatial ripples spread outward from him in every direction, attempting to encompass the entire arena within his senses.

However, the instant his domain touched the area within a hundred zhang around Huan Cong, it felt as though it had sunk into a swamp. That was the Water Domain, at the peak of the sixth level, just one step away from the seventh.

The Water Law embraced all things, soft yet strong. Huan Cong's domain was neither as sharp and aggressive as the Metal Domain nor as heavy as a mountain like the Earth Domain. Instead, it was like an invisible net, silently seeping in, enveloping, and coiling around its target.

Without anyone noticing, the entire arena became damp and slippery. The density of water molecules in the air rose sharply, making it feel as though they had been plunged into the deep sea.

Silver Horn felt every breath become viscous, and even the transmission of spatial fluctuations began to suffer an almost imperceptible delay.

"So this is the strength of a Heaven level genius?" His gaze remained fixed on the giant snake slowly slithering toward him.

Huan Cong was in no hurry to attack. He simply pressed closer to Silver Horn at an unhurried pace. With every inch his snake body moved, the Water Domain tightened another fraction. He was using the safest method possible to compress Silver Horn's room for survival and force him to reveal an opening.

This was a powerhouse crushing a weaker opponent. There was no need for flashy moves; all he had to do was gradually tighten the net, and the prey would collapse on its own.

Below the stage, tens of thousands of Demon Race geniuses held their breath. Even the sounds of discussion had vanished.

In the World Lord seats high above, several World Lords also stopped chatting and turned their eyes toward the arena.

"Huan Cong's approach is very steady." A Snake Race World Lord nodded slightly. "His opponent is a space-type genius. Rushing in carelessly would only expose openings. Slowly squeezing him with the Water Domain and leaving his teleportation nowhere to hide is the smartest approach."

Demon Snail frowned but said nothing. Tian Hua World Lord beside him remained expressionless, though his gaze was noticeably more focused than before.

On the arena, the damp vapor grew denser and denser. Silver Horn's vision began to blur as the water molecules refracted the light into a hazy mist, making Huan Cong's snake body flicker in and out of sight.

Then, in that instant, Huan Cong moved!

The coiled snake body, which had occupied nearly half the arena, suddenly shot forward. Its speed was so great that it blasted a ring of white sonic-boom clouds through the air!

His snake head became a dark purple arrow loosed from a bow, lunging straight for Silver Horn's head!

When he was still three meters away from Silver Horn, his jaws snapped open. Four ghastly white fangs, like inverted curved blades, dripped with dark blue venom, carving four crystalline arcs through the air.

That enormous mouth was large enough to swallow Silver Horn whole, and Huan Cong fully intended to do exactly that.

Silver Horn's pupils contracted sharply.

He wanted to teleport. The power of the Space Law surged frantically through his body, and he had already locked onto coordinates at the other end of the arena.

But he was a beat too slow!

The suppression of the Water Domain was amplified to the extreme in that split second between life and death. The omnipresent water molecules were like countless tiny tentacles, wrapping around every inch of his scales and slowing his movements. His teleportation was only half completed when the snake fangs grazed his chest.

"Pfft—"

The sound of scales shattering was dull yet piercing. Four bloody gashes, deep enough to reveal bone, slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his right ribs. Blood instantly gushed out, turning into a dark red mist in the virtual space. Silver Horn grunted as he stumbled out of the void at the other end of the arena, dropping to one knee and gasping heavily.

He lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his chest. The poison was spreading outward along the injury, and the scales around its edges were beginning to turn an unnatural bluish purple.

"Powerful poison." Silver Horn gritted his teeth as origin energy surged wildly within him. He forcibly drove the poison to the surface of the wound and expelled it together with his blood. The bleeding temporarily stopped, but the flesh he had lost could not regenerate in a short time.

Huan Cong slowly turned around, his tongue flicking as he licked the blood lingering at the corner of his mouth. A trace of amusement flashed through his six compound eyes.

"Not bad." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a lazy hint of mockery. "But that was only a warm-up. You'd better be careful from here on out~"

Before his words had even faded, his snake body began to move again. This time, he was faster than before, and the pressure of the Water Domain was even greater. Silver Horn could clearly sense that Huan Cong had gotten serious.

I can't let him drag me into a battle of attrition.

Silver Horn calculated rapidly.

His opponent's defense was astonishing. His dark purple scales, combined with the force-dispersing effect of the Reincarnation Law, made it difficult to inflict fatal damage even with a direct hit. The poison was even more troublesome; even a mere scratch would affect his movements.

The only openings were inside his mouth and beneath his body.

When a snake attacked, its enormous jaws opened wide, and the inner lining of its mouth was soft flesh without the protection of scales. That was the quickest path to its energy core, and Silver Horn's only possible chance to kill him in one strike.

The other opening was his underside. A small area on the abdomen of the Reincarnation Jade-Eyed Snake Race was not covered by scales. It was where they mated and excreted, as well as the weakest point in their entire defense. But Huan Cong had kept that area hidden beneath his coiled body, and it was only briefly exposed in the instant he launched himself to attack.

I have to make him attack on his own—and from an angle that lets me strike either of those two spots.

Silver Horn took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the sharp pain in his chest as he began adjusting his position. He no longer tried to use teleportation to widen the distance. Instead, he deliberately slowed his steps and staggered.

To a genius of Huan Cong's caliber, an opening was like blood to a shark. There was no way he could overlook it.

The giant snake launched itself again!

This time, Huan Cong was faster and fiercer than before. His snake body drew a dark purple afterimage through the air, his enormous jaws wide open and his four venomous fangs like Death's scythes as they struck directly for Silver Horn's head!

But this was precisely the moment Silver Horn had been waiting for.

Rather than retreating, he stepped forward. His spatial ring flashed, and the longsword he had not used in a long time appeared in his hand. The blade was entirely black, with faint spatial ripples flowing along its edge.

The longsword stabbed straight ahead, aimed directly at Huan Cong's gaping jaws!

A wave of shocked cries immediately erupted beneath the stage.

"Has he gone mad? Is he trying to get himself killed?"

"No! He wants to copy the tactic from the first match! He wants Huan Cong to impale himself on the sword tip!"

The World Lords high above wore faintly smiling expressions.