The flat battleground, composed of a sea of spectators, showed little change except for a slight dimming of the massive [Divine Will Crystal].
But this was already the final!
The winner would receive four [Divine Will Crystals], each thick as a pinkie finger, any one of which could transform a First Rank Divine Will Warrior into a Third Rank, or a Mortal Immortal into a Heavenly Immortal.
Heavenly Immortals, with a lifespan as eternal as the heavens and earth, possessed vast divine skills and boundless magical powers, capable of obtaining anything they desired.
If Li Changzhou could win, assuming Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan weren't cursed by an ancient god due to his "Teleportation," all four of them could instantly become Heavenly Immortals!
A realm so ardently pursued by The Bodhisattva Guanyin, just like the legendary Jade Emperor Buddha.
Yet, compared to the allure of becoming a Heavenly Immortal, the desire to save his sister and Qing Lan made Li Changzhou even more eager to win.
The [Divine Will Crystal] emitted a light, creating a purple barrier that was intermittently visible, rising around the edge of the arena.
"Big bro, you can do it!" Li Qianxia shouted with all her might, her Mortal Immortal's strength insignificant before the hundreds of billions of spectators—many of whom were experts themselves—but her words clearly reached Li Changzhou's ears.
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Li Qianxia clenched her fists, her eyes wide open.
Yang Qinglan and Turquoise Pool also watched intently; this was not a mere match to decide a winner, as the loser could very well die.
Li Changzhou began his attack.
"Emotion Control," starting move!
Alien Clan·Yak swung the longsword propped on his shoulder, a brutal overhead slash.
Into the void, the intangible and immaterial "Emotion Control" was split open?
Li Changzhou turned his gaze toward the sword, not getting a clear view before—
Bang!
Alien Clan·Yak's feet plowed the ground, turning into a cannonball as he charged forward, his face wearing a ferocious, wild smile.
Yet, Li Changzhou did not retreat but advanced.
His body slightly leaned forward, turning into an arrow leaving the bow, seemingly about to be split in two by Yak in an instant, his wrist flipped, and the Emerald Bee Sword came to hand.
As he raised his arm, the Emerald Bee Sword had turned into a longsword, greeting the incoming blade with a streak of green light.
Clang!
The unstoppable collision of sword and blade sent a violent gust waving through the arena like a waterfall.
In the sky, a cosmic meteorite floating past over the arena, two to three hundred meters across, thundered as it split neatly in two, its fracture smooth as a mirror.
Li Changzhou and Yak, divided by their sword and blade, gazed at each other under the immense force, creating a gravitational pull at the center between them, as if forming a planet.
Dust and gale spiraled, orbiting around the two like satellites, wrapping around again and again.
Blue light shimmered in Li Changzhou's eyes, carrying a mesmerizing beauty.
Yak pulled on his wrist, and the longsword and Emerald Bee Sword, as if stuck together, moved at high speed, the grating noise of friction as the blade near the handle snuffed out the blue light.
Then he ducked, his longsword pulling free from the clash, shooting out like a bullet, stabbing towards Li Changzhou's abdomen.
Just as it seemed he would succeed, Yak felt a stabbing sensation from behind, almost instinctively, he blocked the stabbed longsword behind him.
Clang!!
Catching a glance behind, Li Changzhou, who should have been in front, was hacking at the longsword with his sword.
"You don't seem as strong as I thought." Li Changzhou exerted force, pressing Yak down inch by inch, irresistibly.
"You also seem dumber than I thought."
As soon as Yak spoke, from the spectator stands, Yang Qinglan's Ruyi snapped in two with a crack, just like that meteorite before.
The Emerald Bee Sword broke.
The Emerald Bee Sword, which had grown into an A-level weapon, shattered after colliding twice with Yak's longsword!
The moment the sword broke, Yak flicked his blade, the sword light slicing like a thread towards Li Changzhou's head.
With a slight shift and a push from his feet, Li Changzhou swiftly retreated, creating distance from Yak.
Yak did not pursue but instead propped the sword on his shoulder again, stepping towards Li Changzhou.
"To have made it this far without using all your moves shows you really are strong." Though he said so, Yak's expression carried an unabashed confidence of victory.
In the spectator stands, Yang Qinglan's hands moved in a Needle Threading gesture, restoring the Emerald Bee Sword.
On the field, the broken sword tip quivered slightly, whooshing back, reconnecting with the part in Li Changzhou's hand.
A streak of green light traveled around the blade, the fracture healing as smoothly as water.
He shook the longsword, and the Emerald Bee Sword buzzed loudly, as if billions of hummingbirds were flapping their wings, he slightly relaxed inside.
The Emerald Bee Sword held extraordinary significance and carried two S-level skills, not only could it continue to grow, but it also could randomly match any weapon of its rank, surely a great asset in the future.
The Emerald Bee Sword melted into a clump of jade light, which then morphed into a highly technological energy pistol.
Bang!
He pulled the trigger, the bullet tearing out, then splitting mid-flight into thirty small bombs, each capable of destroying half a soccer field.
Yak's form blurred slightly, his real body already appearing behind the concentrated energy bullets.