Absurdly Strong

Crack!

The Elf King, who had been a golden statue, gave a sharp crack the moment the Slaughter Lord stepped onto the Arena. His body rapidly came to life.

"Die!"

The Slaughter Lord threw a clean, decisive punch, driving planet-bursting power straight at the Elf King.

"Too slow!"

The Elf King's voice rang out. He had already appeared behind the Slaughter Lord, whose strike hit the edge of the Arena and raised only a faint ripple.

Everyone was startled. None of them had seen how the Elf King moved behind him.

Andrew said gravely, "This Arena's Elf King seems to specialize in space. Looks like the Slaughter Lord picked a troublesome opponent."

All the powers in the world could be sorted into a surprisingly short list.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, lightning, light, darkness, poison, energy, space, time, fate, causality, laws, rules, dimensions, existence, contracts...

Whatever energy drove them, the effects they could produce fell into only so many categories.

Setting aside the powers beyond fate, space and time were already considered exceptionally advanced. After all, many lower-level worlds had the saying, "Space is king, time is sovereign."

Of course, even when two people wielded space and time, they still had to fight to find out who was stronger.

Andrew thought the Elf King was powerful not because he controlled space, but because the one controlling space was an Elf King!

On the Arena, the Slaughter Lord threw hundreds of billions of punches in an instant. His fists seemed to become a mountain, hammering vast swaths of space. At times, his fists appeared to fill the entire Arena.

He was astonishingly fast, but Zhouliu, who had fought him before, knew perfectly well that he was only testing his opponent. He had not truly exerted himself.

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