Luo Feng and Bei Chuang

“Your Highness Luo Feng,” Sifanqi urgently transmitted, “Our Golden Horn Clan’s peerless geniuses are generally a bit weaker than human peerless geniuses. However, the Golden Horn Clan has a hundred thousand tribes, and the number of Domain Lords is at least far greater than a Cosmic Nation. Moreover, the most top-tier geniuses within the clan even receive guidance from the elders, so their standard naturally won’t be low.”

Luo Feng nodded inwardly.

That’s right.

Because they constantly felt threatened, the Golden Horn Clan likely placed even more importance on cultivating geniuses than humans, with even Cosmic Venerable-level elders guiding them.

“Among the top ten Domain Lord-level geniuses of this generation are the Bei Clan brothers,” Sifanqi transmitted. “Among the top ten, the other nine have a level of law comprehension roughly equivalent to the ninth level of the Sky-Reaching Bridge. The strongest of the Bei Clan brothers, ‘Bei Qiu,’ is the only one with the strength to clear the tenth level of the Sky-Reaching Bridge.”

“Look, among the thousands of youths who wanted to challenge you earlier, almost all of them possess some strength. For example, Jia’ai is one of the top ten Domain Lord-level geniuses.”

Luo Feng blinked, looking at the gathered Golden Horn Clan youths, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of shame.

He hadn’t really taken them seriously before, but he had forgotten… these were the geniuses of an entire race.

Even if they were weaker than humans.

They wouldn’t be ridiculously weak!

The top ten human Domain Lord-level geniuses are all Primal Secret Region members, with nine having cleared the tenth level of the Sky-Reaching Bridge, and one having cleared the eleventh level!

“The tenth level and the ninth level have a fundamental difference.”

“Every three levels marks a major tier: 1-3, 4-6, 7-9. Many, many geniuses in the Domain Lord-level Taichu Secret Region are stuck at the ninth level of the Sky-Reaching Bridge; it’s extremely difficult to cross into the tenth level.” Luo Feng was secretly startled. “I didn’t expect that one person in the Golden Horn Clan’s Domain Lord level has crossed into the tenth level of the Sky-Reaching Bridge. It seems he almost possesses the strength of a human Primal Secret Region member.”

That one named Bei Qiu.

He was the only one comparable to a human Domain Lord-level Primal Secret Region member.

“Fortunately, it’s not Bei Qiu I’m fighting, but Bei Chuang, who is ranked in the top ten,” Luo Feng sighed inwardly. “With my current strength, fighting Bei Qiu… there’s almost no chance of victory.”

“Even against Bei Chuang, it will be very dangerous.”

Hearing that Bei Chuang had the strength to clear the ninth level of the Sky-Reaching Bridge, Luo Feng understood that trouble was brewing.

“Human genius Luo Feng, are you scared?” the black-skinned, burly youth Bei Chuang roared, his eyes like lamps, staring at Luo Feng.

“Haha, since I promised you, I will naturally fight. You choose the time and place,” Luo Feng said.

“Good!”

Bei Chuang was overjoyed and shouted, “Then let’s depart immediately! The battle will be today, and the location will be the Martial Arena outside the city!”

“Alright,” Luo Feng nodded.

With such a simple conversation, a battle between the geniuses of the human race and the Golden Horn Clan was set. This simple exchange immediately caused the thousands of people gathered nearby, and even the Divine Palace guards, to cheer excitedly. For a moment, cheers and roars echoed through the mountains and fields.

“Bei Chuang!”

“Bei Chuang!”

“Bei Chuang!”

At once, the Golden Horn Clan geniuses were all incredibly excited, almost every one of them shouting Bei Chuang’s name.

Yes.

As a top ten Domain Lord-level genius, Bei Chuang indeed had the qualifications to represent their Golden Horn Clan in a battle against a human genius.

“Everyone, don’t worry!” The youth Bei Chuang turned to look at the thousands of his clansmen and immediately roared, “I, Bei Chuang, will definitely win this battle for our Golden Horn Clan, I will!!!”

“Victory!”

“Victory!”

“Victory!”

The thousands of youths roared excitedly.

Luo Feng silently watched this scene, also thinking to himself, “Victory, yes, in this battle… I have no retreat, I must win!”

This battle didn’t represent just himself, but the honor of humanity!

If he lost, the Golden Horn Clan would speak of Bei Chuang’s name for countless years. They would always remember that a genius named Bei Chuang defeated a human genius named Luo Feng! The more importance the Golden Horn Clan placed on this matter, the greater the loss of face would be. There was only one way—

Defeat Bei Chuang!

Win!!!

“Human Luo Feng,” the youth Bei Chuang said, full of vigor and unprecedented excitement, “The Martial Arena is just outside the city. Let’s go.”

“Then let’s go,” Luo Feng nodded.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Luo Feng’s group and Bei Chuang, along with some Golden Horn Clan geniuses, all flew towards the Martial Arena. At the same time, many geniuses immediately connected to the Virtual Universe Network, quickly transmitting the news to their friends. They told them—the human genius and our clan’s genius Bei Chuang are about to battle in the Martial Arena!

…

The Golden Horn Clan is a vassal of humanity, so they also gained the qualification to use the Virtual Universe Network. However, they are confined to a specific plane space, mostly only able to communicate within their clan, and many of their permissions are restricted, such as having no access to the Slaughterhouse.

But basic communication was still possible.

The news spread like lightning, quickly throughout the Holy City.

“Human genius Luo Feng and our clan’s genius Bei Chuang are about to battle.”

“Right outside the city’s Martial Arena.”

“It’s happening soon.”

“Yes, it’s a human genius, you heard right. It’s a human!”

The news spread wildly.

Those Holy City residents who were busy with their own affairs all put down what they were doing and, with immense fervor, rapidly flew out of the city. If one looked from high above, they would see a torrent of people emerging from the entire Holy City, like a tide, all surging in one direction—

The Martial Arena outside the city!

A strong sense of racial honor! The unwillingness from being humanity’s vassal for countless years! The inherent inferiority complex when facing humans!

All these factors drove this group of residents, who lived in the core ‘Holy City’ of the Lasiao World and were usually the proudest, into an incredibly fervent state.

They yearned for victory!

They yearned for the victory of their clan’s genius defeating a human genius!

…

The Martial Arena outside the Holy City covered an extremely vast area and held a special status within the entire Holy City.

In fact, the Golden Horn Clan had no tradition of Martial Arenas before their migration. It was only after their clan leader, Xiluoduo, went missing… that the Golden Horn Clan developed an incredibly strong sense of crisis, leading to various measures. For example, they prohibited geniuses from fighting to the death amongst themselves, but fearing that geniuses would lose their fighting spirit, they created the Martial Arena.

Fighting was forbidden in the Holy City.

Only in the Martial Arena could a battle take place. The construction of this Martial Arena was also modeled after humanity’s Giant Axe Martial Arena.

…

“Master, our Martial Arena has one hundred million spectator seats. Normally, for various martial battles, this many seats are more than enough. But today… Master, our seats might not be enough,” a grey-skinned youth pointed to the distance. Another tall, golden-skinned man also looked up.

In the distant sky.

A dense, dark mass, numbering in the hundreds of millions, of Golden Horn Clan members were flying in.

The Holy City, as the sacred core of the Golden Horn Clan, had a population of several billion. Many of its residents were cultivators and ascetics. Normally, few battles attracted them, but today… probably more than half of the entire Holy City’s population had quickly rushed over.

Half the population?

Definitely over a billion.

“The seats won’t be enough,” the golden-skinned man roared. “Issue an order: quickly remove all seats and prepare according to the specifications for a clan celebration.”

“Yes,” the grey-skinned youth quickly responded.

…

The massive Martial Arena outside the Holy City was undergoing lightning-fast modifications. All the original decorations, comfortable seats, and even some luxurious private rooms and extravagant top-floor viewing platforms were being dismantled and renovated. The entire Martial Arena was being optimized to accommodate as many spectators as possible.

“So many people,” Luo Feng sat in the resting room, looking through the window at the dense, dark mass of people continuously flying in from the sky outside. This situation had been going on for over ten minutes.

“They’re probably all here to watch the battle,” Dilun also looked up. “It’s quite astonishing. Even in our human world, it would be impossible to create such a large area to gather people for a battle. Some super-large-scale battles… are usually conducted in the Virtual Universe Network; it’s easier and less chaotic.”

“The Virtual Universe Network and reality are still different,” Luo Feng shook his head.

“Your Highness,” Dilun looked at Luo Feng.

“Hmm?” Luo Feng turned to look.

“Do you have confidence?” Dilun looked at Luo Feng.

“I don’t have confidence, but… in this battle, I can only win,” Luo Feng’s eyes were sharp.

…

About three hours passed.

“Your Highness Luo Feng, you can enter the Martial Arena now,” Elder Sifanqi walked in from outside the door.

Luo Feng immediately stood up.

“Be careful,” Elder Sifanqi quickly said. “In a Martial Arena battle, one side can easily fall.”

“Understood,” Luo Feng nodded.

He naturally understood this point.

This was a real-life battle, not a Virtual Universe Network battle. In such a life-and-death struggle, especially one concerning the honor of two races… there was no room for holding back. Everyone would fight with all their might, and battles were as fast as lightning. Once hit, it could mean death.

…

Luo Feng walked out of the resting room, followed by Dilun and guided by the Martial Arena staff, along a corridor, finally reaching the vast Martial Arena’s battle stage.

“Rumble~~~~”

The terrifying wave of cheers seemed to want to lift the entire battle stage.

Luo Feng looked around and saw dense crowds of people standing on the spectator grounds outside the battle stage, as well as on the inclined second-tier viewing platforms, and the highest top-tier viewing platforms, all packed with people. Even more people were standing suspended in the distant sky.

“Bei Chuang!”

“Bei Chuang wins!”

“If you lose, kill yourself!”

“You must win!”

“You absolutely must win!”

“Victory!”

“Victory!”

Various shouts made the entire surrounding space seem to boil. The roars of over a billion Golden Horn Clan members made Luo Feng hold his breath.

Luo Feng looked across. On the battle stage opposite, stood the burly, black-skinned youth Bei Chuang in azure combat armor. At this moment, the golden mark on Bei Chuang’s forehead faintly glowed with streaks of blood-red light; he had fallen into an incredibly frenzied state. The intense racial honor, the historical duels between their clan’s geniuses and human geniuses, and the attention and roars of over a billion clansmen had completely driven Bei Chuang into madness.

He, must win!

Even if it meant death, he had to win!!!