"This kid's tougher than I expected. An instant-death skill, and he's immune to time-based skills..."
In the Dark Dimension, Egart frowned as he watched alongside several First Sequence bosses.
"From what we've seen, Shanhai's combat strength is definitely First Sequence."
"No, he's boosted by a Heart of the Universe Fragment," someone objected.
"He still needs the strength to make use of it."
"Do you have something against Shanhai?" Egart asked with a frown.
The one arguing with him was the leader of the Seventh Faction—the same one who had tried to trip Shanhai up earlier.
Egart didn't understand. Did the man have a grudge against Shanhai?
"Enough of that. Who do you think will win?" someone interrupted.
Egart rubbed his chin.
Who would win? That was hard to say.
Both fighters had gone straight for killing blows, but neither had used their strongest trump cards.
"No matter how powerful Shanhai is, he's only been around for a few years. He probably can't compare to Jin Henry's stockpile of trump cards."
"But suppose—just suppose—Shanhai wins. Do we acknowledge his position?"
"Why wouldn't we? Everything's being done by the rules. Are you planning to break them?"
"Shouldn't we ask whether the one above agrees?"
Someone pointed overhead.
Everyone fell silent.
If the one above said nothing, that meant they should follow the usual procedure.
"Enough talk. Let's watch the fight..."
Silence settled over the Dark Dimension once more.
On the battlefield, Lin Feng's and Jin Henry's injuries were slowly healing.
"Whew..." Lin Feng let out a long breath.
That's enough of a warm-up...
At a thought, the Radiant Symbiote spread rapidly from Lin Feng's wrist. In the blink of an eye, it covered his entire body, forming a black combat suit.
At the same time, Lin Feng's presence vanished from everyone's senses.