Harris shot out of the arena space, his expression dark and livid.
Harris had been defeated!
Dustin had done it!
By himself, he had swept through every contestant except Faustus!
The spectator stands fell into a deathly silence.
Every gaze was fixed on Dustin’s proudly standing figure, filled with awe and shock.
A powerhouse from an outer universe was actually terrifying to such an extent!
The Endless Starfield contained countless heavenly talents, yet Dustin was rely a peak demi-sage rank from the Chaosverse.
There were as many universes among the stars as grains of sand. Who knew how many more powerful beings like him were still lying dormant out there?
At that thought, the spectators suddenly felt as tiny as specks of dust before the vastness of the starry sky.
"Faustus, it’s your turn."
At that mont, every spectator’s gaze turned toward Canaan Starfield.
"Faustus is our final trump card... I hope he can win."
"Faustus definitely can do it. No matter what, we have to believe in him!"
At this mont, even the contestants from Warzone One who had once been tricked by Daniel were now looking at him with eyes full of hope.
Dustin also looked toward Daniel, a smile on his face.
"Faustus, are you ready?"
Chanelle’s voice drifted softly through the air.
Daniel nodded calmly.
"Everything is under control."
"Go."
Chanelle’s voice was as warm as a spring breeze.
"Go and step onto the invincible path that belongs to you. Let it pierce through this vast darkness like a sharp blade!"
"Go and shake the entire universe. Make it tremble and roar beneath your feet. Illuminate the Endless Starfield. Beco the legendary existence whose na future bards will sing beside the fire!"
Daniel’s figure vanished in an instant.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Daniel appeared upon the arena.
By now, this arena space had already been shattered beyond recognition. Every inch of the void was wailing faintly.
Even those who had touched the threshold of sage rank, peak demi-sage rank powerhouses, could be shredded into nothingness at any mont if they stepped into this place.
Even more terrifying was the fact that the entire arena space was slowly collapsing, like the final breath of a dying giant.
Once it shattered completely, both Faustus and Dustin would be buried here. Not even ashes would remain.
At this mont, the two supre quasi-sages seed to be standing above a ten-thousand-foot abyss, their lives hanging by a thread. Every step they took was like treading on the edge of a blade.
Danger was everywhere. It hid behind the opponent’s fist and lurked within the cracking void beneath their feet.
Death coiled tightly around them from every direction.
Daniel stared deeply at Dustin.
This was his first ti seeing a Chaos Human of the sa rank as himself.
After all, that human predecessor, Hyman, had long since stepped into the realm of Oracle-grade and beco a legendary existence.
"The blood flowing in the bones of the Chaos Humans is, in the end, the sa as ours."
Daniel lifted his chin slightly, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
Dustin was also carefully observing Faustus.
This was the ancestral human heavenly talent whom Lord Hyman had praised as soone "bearing the potential of a great Oracle-grade existence."
He knew that the man before him might very well be the most terrifying opponent he had encountered so far.
Strictly speaking, the two of them could be considered to share the sa roots. Yet they could also be called strangers walking different paths.
After all, the Chaos Humans had left this universe far too long ago. Ti, like a vast river, had washed everything beyond recognition. They had long since abandoned the universe where Earth resided and set foot on an entirely different road.
This connection was truly so tangled that it made one sigh.
The many powerhouses in the spectator stands, as well as those lofty Oracle-grade beings above, all thought for a mont that the two fighters were cautiously testing each other, neither daring to attack lightly.
They held their breath. The entire starry sky fell silent, as though even ti itself had slowed down just to await the opening of this world-shaking battle.
"Faustus has finally entered the arena! My heart is about to leap out of my chest!"
"Holy Shit, Faustus! You’re our last hope!"
"All glory, all faith, everything is entrusted to you..."
At a certain mont, Faustus’s and Dustin’s gazes suddenly collided, bursting with invisible sparks.
Neither of them spoke.
Nor was there any need for words.
Everything would be spoken through iron and blood!
Rumble!
Faustus’s body suddenly expanded, transforming into a ten-thousand-ter giant whose head touched the firmant and whose feet stood upon the earth.
Ancient golden patterns surfaced across his skin.
That was the Titan Body burning!
At the sa ti, he waved his great hand, and ninety-nine clones stepped out from the void. Every single one of them looked exactly like him.
Each clone activated the Divine-grade secret art known as Titan Body, as though ninety-nine blazing suns had risen at once.
"Sacred Runes!"
Dustin let out a low shout. Two ancient sacred patterns appeared in his pupils.
As light flowed and shifted, totemic pillars and sacred steles condensed out of thin air in the void, engraved with ancient vows and incantations.
"Microforce Judgnt Sword Array!"
Four streaks of sword light descended in four directions. A sword array diagram unfolded in midair, and radiant sword light fell like crashing stars, sealing off the entire world with a thunderous force.
Daniel smiled coldly.
"Supre Divine Domain: Chaotic Reincarnation!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
One hundred layers of Supre Divine Domain unfolded at the sa ti, as though one hundred worlds had overlapped together.
One hundred pairs of enormous eyes opened from within the void. The qi of life and death flowed like endless rivers, releasing ancient chants.
"Sea of Elents!"
Nearly infinite elental power transford into a vast ocean. Towering waves surged up and swept toward Dustin.
The countless sword lights within the sword array clashed violently against the elental ocean, like two seas devouring each other, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Just then, the life-and-death qi shooting out from those enormous eyes condensed into a massive black-and-white diagram. As it slowly rotated, it firmly suppressed the totemic pillars and sacred steles.
"You still have that silver ring."
Daniel suddenly spoke, his voice calm.
"I don’t believe you don’t have another trump card."
The corners of Dustin’s mouth lifted slightly.
That ring was a top-tier treasure among Divine-grade secret artifacts, a protective item specially bestowed upon him by the sages of the Chaos Humans. It had originally been his final trump card.
Daniel rely smiled.
He really did not have one.
Because with his own strength alone, he had already far surpassed anyone of the sa rank.
He did not need external objects.
He himself was the strongest weapon!
Boom!
Daniel suddenly moved. His ninety-nine clones charged out at the sa ti, surrounding Dustin so tightly that not even water could pass through. Imdiately afterward, a storm-like barrage of attacks descended.
Fist shadows fell like mountains. Sweeping kicks lashed out like dragons. Every strike was powerful enough to shatter a small asteroid.
Dustin’s hands moved rapidly, and his figure suddenly blurred.
Eight figures identical to him appeared out of thin air. Half were pitch-black as ink, while the other half were as pure white as snow.
But even so, he only had nine bodies in total.
Daniel, however, had one hundred!
Boom!
Daniel’s fist smashed heavily into Dustin’s cheek.
Half of Dustin’s face exploded on the spot. Crimson blood and shattered bone fragnts sprayed outward, turning into a mist of blood in the void.
Boom!
Daniel kicked Dustin in the abdon. The sound of ribs snapping inch by inch rang out clearly, like dry branches breaking apart.
Boom!
Dustin took another palm strike, and his entire body flew backward like a teor.
His heart was filled with shock.
How did this Faustus seem to possess an inexhaustible, endless supply of Strength?
After such intense consumption, he could still maintain his peak state?
Even Dustin himself had already lost no small amount of blood essence and mind power.
Yet Faustus remained as ferocious as ever, as though he would never tire!
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