The decisive battle has arrived as scheduled.
On the ring, the two stood facing each other. Devin looked serious, his clenched hands were damp with sweat, showing how nervous he was.
In contrast, Lancelot's gaze was calm and his demeanor composed. After consuming three boxes of nutrition bars, his body was no longer emaciated and looked as thin as a rake, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
Although he has not yet recovered to his peak condition, his combat power has not been greatly affected.
To be honest, Devin is not weak, but he is far inferior to Walmart. He is probably on par with Kant. With Lancelot's current strength, even if he is not at his peak, it would not be difficult for him to deal with Devin.
The blood-red numbers returned to zero, and Lancelot, who had been somewhat lazy, instantly changed his demeanor.
Like the sun shining brightly in the sky, magnificent and splendid.
His legs acted like hydraulic pumps, propelling his body to tear through the powerful gusts of wind and hurtle forward.
In Devin's perception, what was rushing towards him was not a person, but an Nulong, its scales gleaming, its claws bared, exuding majesty.
"Blazing Radiance!"
Devin mustered his strength and tried to shake off the psychological pressure from his opponent. He pressed his temples with his fingers together, forming a sword shape. The next moment, his pupils turned golden and emitted an extremely intense heat, as if they had transformed into two small suns.
Laugh!
Two golden-red rays shot out from Devin's pupils at incredible speed, leaving scorching marks in the air.
Lancelot's gaze narrowed slightly. He lightly touched the ground with his foot and nimbly dodged to the side, avoiding the attack of two energy rays.
However, as if they were tracking missiles, the two rays actually changed course and shot back.
Seeing this, Lancelot was not surprised and calmly dodged the attack again.
Devin's Ability Energy is a combination of Energy Manipulation and mental manipulation. He can shoot high-energy lasers from his pupils and control them with his mind. Lancelot already knew all this information by heart.
He also knew that two laser beams were far from the limit for Devin.
As expected, Devin glared angrily, his pupils flashing, and released beams of high-energy laser light, like a sword immortal from a Legend on Blue Star, controlling more than a dozen golden flying swords to unleash dazzling sword light.
"Thirteen rays, is this the limit of your mental power?" Lancelot muttered to himself as he dodged the attacks.
His movements were elusive and swift, like a ghost. Relying on his powerful senses, he could always react before the ray attacks and dodge them in advance.
"Damn it, how did this guy react so quickly! Is it because of that so-called Absolute Control?" Devin gritted his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, temples throbbed, and his face turned bright red.
He had already pushed his Ability Energy to their limit, but even so, he couldn't touch a single hair on Lancelot's head.
The immense sense of disappointment overwhelmed the already young Devin, but there was nothing he could do; what could he do when his strength was insufficient?
Realizing that Devin had already used all his strength, Lancelot stopped probing.
With his Body of Steel activated to its limit, his constitution was boosted to 26 points, and his strength, speed, and physical defense all increased Absolute Focus on the activation, perfectly controlling every inch of his body. He didn't use Cell Liberation; he didn't need to go that far to deal with Devin.
Boom!
After leaving a clear footprint on the metal floor, Lancelot's figure disappeared, as if merging into the space.
"So fast!"
Devin was shocked. His Divine Power caught sight of a blurry figure. He immediately released his senses, forming a spherical field around his body, while simultaneously directing laser beams back, attempting to create a cutting field to block Lancelot's attack.
The laser beams traveled at extremely high speeds, forming a defensive network before Lancelot arrived.
Devin when his face stiffened the next second.
Following his gaze, a dark shadow charged forward like a raging dragon, its hands slashing repeatedly, causing the golden-red rays to crumble into energy particles wherever it passed.
Lancelot could even deflect energy spheres formed from the Power of Disintegration, let alone these laser beams?
My previous avoidance was merely to mislead Devin; what if this guy was hiding some trump card?
But now it seems that Devin's abilities are limited to what he has shown, and there are no surprises.
"Since that's the case, then let's lose!"
He whispered to himself, and Lancelot threw a punch without holding back.
Thump!
Ripples appeared in the air.
A blue energy shield suddenly appeared in front of Devin, helping him block the punch.
Cold sweat trickled down his temples. Devin stared at the Iron Fist that was only two centimeters from his cheek, his throat bobbing and his heart clenching slightly.
"You little rascal, you really don't hold back at all." Vera crossed her arms and appeared beside Devin without anyone noticing.
"With you here, what is there to be afraid of?" Lancelot slowly withdrew his fist.
Vera raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with the comment, then patted Devin on the shoulder, "You lost!"
"Did I lose?" Devin was somewhat dazed. He glanced at Lancelot for a long time before stepping off the ring.
"Kid, take the cheers! This is your moment!" Warren laughed and left the ring with Vera.
The next second, all the electronic screens in the stadium changed to Lancelot's posters.
First round champion!
For a moment, cheers of thunder and lightning erupted from the stands.
Twelve aircraft slowly flew overhead, each dragging a giant poster.
In the poster, Lancelot stands with a slight hunch, his body covered in black and red energy spikes, his blood soaking through his skin. But his head is held high, a beam of sunlight shining on his angular face, highlighting his bright Radiant Sun eyes. He exudes confidence, charisma, and resilience, radiating charm.
In Bolake City, two towering buildings stand side by side under the sky. On the right, atop the hexagonal pyramid-shaped building, is a bright and airy office.
A beautiful woman in a long black dress sat in a brown leather chair in front of the desk. Her demeanor was languid and elegant, like a blooming black rose.
Mona Wiggins, Department of the Extraordinary in the Kahn Province, Epic Powerhouse.
"Oh? The preliminary rounds are over? Let me see which little guy won!"
"Lancelot Terra, not Walmart? Interesting."
Mona's red lips curved slightly. Her right hand rested flat on the table, her left hand propped up her cheek, and her two soft, snow-white breasts pressed against the edge of the table as she flipped through Lancelot's files with great interest.
After a moment, Mona leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful look flashing in her beautiful, watery eyes. "Should we give him a Level One invitation?"
"Never mind, let's see how it goes first!"
After picking up the communicator and sending a message, Mona shifted her attention to other things.
In the lounge, Lancelot held a communicator, and the series of numbers on the screen brought a broad smile to his face.
One hundred and twenty-nine million, won at the gambling den.
A few months ago, this would have been an astronomical sum he wouldn't have dared to dream of, but now it lies quietly in his account, ready for him to take.
Lancelot knew perfectly well where the money came from.
Ultimately, it all comes down to two words: "Strength".
Resources, money, beautiful women, status... all these are byproducts of strength. As long as you are strong enough, you can have as many of these things as you want.
Click~
The door opened, and Instructor Tarn walked in, a look of joy on his face.
"Lancelot, the minister summons you."
"Minister?"
"Hmm, this is a very important person. I've only ever seen him on TV. You should seize this opportunity and try to make a good impression on the minister..." Tarn kept giving instructions as they walked.
The two took an elevator to the top of the stadium, where a fifteen-meter-long shuttle-shaped aircraft awaited them. A squad of fully armed soldiers guarded both sides of the hatch; they were Mona's private guard.
After boarding the aircraft and closing the hatch, the anti-gravity levitation system was activated, and the aircraft slowly left the stadium.
Tarn looked up and watched the aircraft disappear into the sky until it was just a black dot before turning away.
A few minutes later, Lancelot, led by a cold-faced girl, arrived at a brownish-red wooden door.
The girl knocked gently on the door, and a captivating female voice drifted through the doorway.
"Please come in!"
Lancelot pushed open the door and went inside.
What came into view was a near-perfect back view, with a wasp waist and a pert bottom, a perfect figure with golden proportions. The person exuded a unique charm that seemed to hold his gaze captive like Abyss.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, Lancelot regained consciousness.
"Wow, this little guy has quite the willpower." Mona turned around, her red lips curving upwards into a breathtaking smile.
Lancelot shook his hand; he had almost completely fallen into it, but fortunately his will was strong enough that he slapped himself hard to come to his senses.
"This woman's charm attribute must be over 100 points, right?" Lancelot thought to himself, clicking his tongue in amazement.
"Greetings, Your Excellency Minister!"
"Yes, please sit down!"
Mona waved her hand, and a large amount of liquid metal surged from the ground, forming a comfortable armchair behind Lancelot.
"Would you like something to drink?" Mona asked without any airs, like a friendly older sister next door.
"Black tea, thank you!" Lancelot didn't stand on ceremony. Maintaining respect in front of such a person might only make them look down on him.
"Tell me, what path do you plan to take in the future?" Mona handed Lancelot a cup of freshly brewed black tea, leaning against the French windows and asking with a smile.
"Ability Energy, Innovation School!" Lancelot without the slightest hesitation.
"Oh?" Mona's eyes flickered slightly. "Why not consider Transcendent professions like martial arts or knight? Physical Enhancement -type Ability Energy don't have physical energy, so practicing these professions wouldn't create too much conflict. With your talent in combat, you don't necessarily have to go down the path of Ability Energy."
"Not considering it!" Lancelot said succinctly. He had considered this issue a long time ago, but ultimately gave up, simply because the rate of improvement in strength was too slow.
Whether it's a martial artist or a knight, both require a long time to hone their physical abilities and energy. Moreover, he has already achieved certain results in the field of Ability Energy. Unless he encounters an insurmountable bottleneck, he will only forge ahead relentlessly.
Upon hearing this, Mona's red lips curved into a smile, seemingly quite pleased with his choice.
"Little guy, one last question. Can you tell me who you learned your martial arts techniques from? The Strong Fist, the Flash Step, the Hadoken, Blood Qi Berserk, Cell Liberation... and... the Flow Method!"
Mona smiled amiably, a captivating smile always playing on her lips, but her words were like a bomb dropped into Lancelot's heart.
"I'm very curious. According to the information, the strongest martial artist you've ever met is your instructor, Tarn, who is only at the Tier Six. Tarn hasn't mastered either Flow Method or Cell Liberation, and he doesn't even have a method for cultivating them. Where did you learn them from?" Mona swayed her slender waist as she walked slowly over, placing one hand on Lancelot's shoulder. Her red lips approached his earlobe from behind, her breath as fragrant as orchids.
However, Lancelot had no romantic thoughts at this moment. He knew that if he didn't answer this question well, he might not see the sun rise tomorrow.
With thoughts racing through his mind, Lancelot's expression turned serious. He sat up straight, and an aura of power emanated from him.
"Do you know about rebirth?" Lancelot asked in a low voice.
Mona's eyes flickered slightly. She walked over to him and sat down. "Oh? So you're a reincarnated person? Can you tell me the specifics? Is it a rebirth of consciousness, a reincarnation of the soul, or perhaps rejuvenation or Space-Time travel?"
"..."
Looking at the enthusiastic woman before him, Lancelot was momentarily speechless.
Well, all that mystery was for nothing.
"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Now, reintroduce yourself. Don't lie to me, or the consequences will be severe!"
Mona blinked her right eye, then stretched out her long, jade-like hand, palm down, releasing a hazy white light that enveloped the entire room.
At the same time, a black flower suddenly appeared on her forehead, resembling a rose but even more profound and mysterious.
"Sanctuary!" Lancelot looked around at the completely changed environment and uttered two words.
The so-called Legendary, Epic, and Demigod are actually all within a large life stage, which is called the "Sanctuary," while God Level beings are in the "Divine Realm" stage.
Mortal, Transcendent, Saint-level, God Level, Eternity.
These are the five major stages of life.
The last four stages are further subdivided into the Twelve Ladders of Eternity.
The three middle stages are collectively known as the Thirty-Three Life Ranks.
Life forms at the Sanctuary stage all control a power called "Domain," which is an extension of the life magnetic field, representing its core life essence, and has an absolute suppressive power over Transcendent life forms.
"Heh, now that you've recognized my domain, you should know that lying here is completely useless."
After releasing the Sanctuary, Mona leaned back in her chair, looking at Lancelot, waiting for his explanation.
"It's a long story, but in my past life I was an Epic martial artist..."
Lancelot sighed "helplessly" and revealed some of his secrets, only concealing "irrelevant" information such as the Higher-Dimensional Information Space, the three avatars, and the Thousand-Eyed Civilization.
Since his rebirth, he had actually been prepared for his identity to be exposed.
Unlike the other two, Lancelot's clone has no talent, no background, and lives in a technologically advanced society full of surveillance. If someone is determined to investigate, they can't hide it from the higher-ups.
However, he didn't intend to keep it a secret forever.
In fact, rebirth is not uncommon in the Astral Realm.
Take this woman in front of us, for example; if she wanted, she could also be reborn.
Since that's the case, it's better to be open and honest than to try to hide it in a fog.
"So, you were only reborn in terms of consciousness, and you didn't inherit anything except your memories from your previous life?" Mona asked Lancelot, her legs crossed, elbows resting on her knees, and chin propped up on her hand.
"Hmm!" Lancelot nodded.
Through the Sanctuary, Mona deduced that the man before her was not lying.
"Phew... I never expected you to be from the Astral Realm. Your ability to travel through Space-Time is truly amazing."
"What are you going to do with me?" Lancelot asked, already prepared for his demise.
Everything that can be said has been said; the rest is top secret. Even if this clone dies, not a single detail can be revealed.
"Why should I deal with you? You haven't broken any laws or offended me. You're just a reborn person. There are many people like you in the Alliance, but they do exist. Don't worry." Mona waved her hand casually, and the Sanctuary disappeared.
"Consider it a favor I owe you!" Lancelot promised.
"You said it yourself, I didn't force you."
"..."