High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 366 The Arena! Top-Tier Strength! Achieving the Top Position! Peak Expert! Competing for the Title of God's Child!

The Melting Heart Emperor's meaningful words, "Welcome to the arena," were like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples in Qin Feng's calm and still heart.

He followed the Melting Heart Emperor through the outer layer of the "Main Brain Gear," which was composed of countless light paths and intricate structures, and entered the core area inside, which was specially opened up for the candidates for the Holy Son.

The space here is completely different from the austere and cold outside.

Each candidate possesses a private territory that is independent and vast, comparable to a small galaxy.

Qin Feng was assigned to a pure white continent suspended in the void, constructed from pure energy.

On the continent, mountains, rivers, buildings, and all material forms can be created and altered at will according to his personal will.

This is an absolutely private space, an unparalleled privilege bestowed upon the most outstanding talents by the Ninth Sequence.

"This will be your residence and place of cultivation for the next three hundred years."

The Molten Heart Emperor hovered above the pure white continent, its enormous body appearing perfectly proportioned to the vast expanse of space.

"Aside from the necessary supply of resources and information exchange, no one, including myself, may set foot here without your permission."

Qin Feng looked around, feeling the almost inexhaustible computing power and energy support in this place, and gained a deeper understanding of the mechanical race's strength.

"You just repelled Turing, well done."

Melting Heart-Emperor abruptly changed the subject, getting straight to the point: "You've proven to everyone that you deserve to stand here. But one tentative victory is far from enough."

"In the Ninth Sequence, and throughout the entire Machine Race, there is only one ultimate standard for judging the true value of a prodigy—"

"Battle record".

His voice became extremely serious.

"And the fairest, most direct, and also the most brutal place to measure performance is the name you just heard—the [Arena]."

With a wave of his hand, the Melting Heart Emperor unleashed a stream of data, creating an incredibly realistic virtual interface in front of Qin Feng.

At the center of the interface is a circular arena constructed of obsidian and lava, filled with a primitive and bloody atmosphere.

Countless ferocious mechanical beast sculptures surround the arena, seemingly roaring silently.

"The arena is not a physical location."

Melting Heart Emperor began to explain in detail, "It is an absolutely fair virtual combat platform based on our Machine Race's Supreme Network, personally built by the first 'Saint-level Powerhouse' of the Ninth Sequence."

“Any member of the Ninth Sequence, no matter where they are in the universe, can send their soul and core consciousness into this battlefield as long as they have access to the network.”

"Here, the system will create a virtual combat avatar for you that is completely identical to your original body's functions, without any deviation, based on your true strength. All your secret techniques, all your equipment, and all your combat instincts will be perfectly reproduced."

"The feeling of fighting is 100% real. The pain, fatigue, and even the experience of 'death' are exactly the same as in the real world. The only difference is that death here is not the end. Your consciousness will return safely, but you will go through a 'soul repair period' of varying lengths, during which you will be unable to enter the arena again."

Qin Feng listened quietly.

This is similar in concept to some virtual battle platforms within the Human Holy Academy, but its scale, realism, and core position within the civilization are obviously orders of magnitude higher.

"There is only one matchmaking rule in the arena—same cultivation level."

"Now that you are at the King Realm, all your opponents will be at the King Realm. The system will prioritize matching you with opponents whose win count and win rate are similar to yours, to ensure that every battle is challenging and of high quality."

"Of course, the most important thing is the reward."

The Melting Heart Emperor's tone carried a hint of encouragement.

"In the arena, you gain 'evolution points' for every victory. The more consecutive wins you have, the more evolution points you get. And evolution points are the only and supreme hard currency within our Ninth Sequence."

"It can be used to exchange for the rarest divine metal materials to upgrade your machine; it can be used to unlock the top secret techniques and technological blueprints that are not open to the public in the depths of the 'Supreme Brain' database; even, when you accumulate enough points, you can apply to mobilize the vast resources of the entire sequence to serve a research project for you alone."

"For you candidates for Holy Son, the arena has an even more important meaning." The Heart-Melting Emperor's gaze sharpened.

"Three hundred cosmic years later, when the [Trial of the Holy Son] officially begins, your total number of wins in the arena, your highest winning streak, and your win-loss relationship with other candidates will all become important criteria for the 'Supreme Intelligence' and 'Saint-level Powerhouses' to judge your final results."

"This is your battlefield. It's brutal, but absolutely fair."

After the introduction, Melting Heart Emperor remained silent for a moment, seemingly giving Qin Feng time to process it.

Looking at this "wild evolved being" who had remained absolutely calm throughout, he couldn't help but recall the scene when he had forced Turing to retreat with a single blow.

That strange and domineering "conceptual" power that doesn't belong to any known system...

"Based on the strength you just displayed,"

Melting Heart Emperor slowly spoke, giving his assessment: "As long as your luck isn't too bad and you don't encounter some unlucky guys in the early game, reaching 100,000 wins shouldn't be too difficult."

"In fact, if you can wield that power with ease, you might be able to remain undefeated until you encounter... those real monsters."

"monster?"

Qin Feng caught this keyword.

"Yes, a monster."

For the first time, Melting Heart Emperor's tone became somewhat solemn. "Turing, you have already witnessed his strength in terms of thinking and logic, which is almost unbeatable. Among the seventeen candidates, he is enough to be firmly in the top three. But even he may not be able to gain the upper hand against the other two."

Two completely different figures appeared before him.

One of them was a colossal mecha so massive it blotted out the sky.

Its form is rugged and savage, with each piece of armor as thick as a continental plate, covered with menacing rams and cannons.

Just by looking at its images, one can feel the pure, extreme physical destructive power that is enough to shatter stars and tear apart the sky.

"【Titan】, the fourth candidate. A war maniac who has taken the path of 'physical evolution' to its extreme. His mecha 'Atlas' is known as the most indestructible mobile fortress in the King Realm, and its core power reactor is a forcibly compressed dormant neutron star. He never uses any fancy secret techniques; his fighting style is only one—to crush everything in front of him with absolute power."

"Three candidates from the same forbidden realm once joined forces to attack him, but he single-handedly reduced them all to cosmic dust with a single punch. Fighting him will give you a taste of true despair."

Then, the Melting Heart Emperor's gaze turned to another figure.

That figure stood in stark contrast to the sheer size of the Titan.

She... or rather "it", has no fixed form.

Sometimes it transforms into a wisp of smoke, sometimes it condenses into a beam of light, and sometimes it becomes the form that the opponent is most familiar with and closest to.

Its aura is elusive and unpredictable, as if it were a collection of all the "possibilities" in the universe.

"【Illusion Mirror】, the second candidate. She is the most mysterious and feared existence in our Ninth Sequence. No one has ever seen her true form because her evolutionary path is 'infinite simulation' and 'perfect adaptation'."

"She can almost perfectly replicate any opponent's machine, abilities, and even fighting habits."

Fighting her is like fighting a 'mirror image' that knows you better than you know yourself.

She will exploit your weaknesses and mimic your strengths, ultimately dragging you into her indistinguishable 'illusionary realm,' leaving you utterly broken down amidst self-doubt and cognitive dissonance.

"More than half of the candidates in our sequence have suffered greatly at her hands, and some have even been left with indelible psychological trauma."

After introducing the two, Melting Heart Emperor looked intently at Qin Feng.

"The absolute power of Titan, the infinite transformations of the Mirror of Illusion, and Turing's unsolvable logic. These three are the three mountains standing in front of all candidates, and are also the recognized ones who are closest to the position of 'Holy Son'."

"It's hard to say who will win if we meet them."

"Therefore, before you have accumulated enough strength and countermeasures, my advice is to try to avoid encountering them in the arena too early."

This is heartfelt advice from the Melting Heart Emperor, who is acting as a guide.

However, Qin Feng's answer was beyond his expectations.

"I understand."

Qin Feng's mechanical eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, neither fear of the "monster" nor any aroused fighting spirit.

He simply and calmly extended his finger and tapped the "Enter" button on the virtual interface.

"Then, let's get started."

The moment he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a stream of data and vanished instantly from the pure white continent.

Looking at the empty space, the Melting Heart Emperor was stunned for a moment, and then a look of bewilderment appeared on his dark golden face.

"He really is...impatient."

He shook his head, but did not leave. Instead, he brought up the arena's spectator interface and fixed his view on a newly registered name with zero wins.

[ID: Vanguard]

[Wins: 0]

[Number of losses: 0]

[Highest winning streak: 0]

He was very curious about how earth-shattering the debut of this mysterious prodigy who had just shocked the entire Gear Starfield would be.

The experience of immersing one's consciousness in a sea of ​​data is not unfamiliar to Qin Feng.

But this time, the feeling was completely different.

He could clearly "see" his soul fire being enveloped by a gentle yet powerful force, traversing countless layers of network protocols and law barriers, and finally descending into a subspace independent of the real universe.

Here, a vast amount of primordial energy, based on the life information carried in his soul imprint, begins to rapidly reconstruct his body.

From the most basic particles to the most complex energy circuits; from the alloy ratio of the machine body to the output power of the core power furnace; even the finest scratches left on his mechanical body from countless battles were meticulously and perfectly replicated.

The whole process took less than a second.

When Qin Feng opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the center of the obsidian arena, a place filled with the aura of blood and fire.

He stretched his body, feeling the surging power within him, which was no different from his original form.

Welcome to the Ninth Sequence Arena

[Matching you with an opponent...]

【Successful match! 】

Opponent ID: Gear-K7890

[Realm: King (Beginner)]

[Wins: 1204]

[Number of losses: 899]

A cold, impersonal system notification sounded in my ear.

The next second, a figure materialized at the other end of the arena.

It was a giant metal scorpion over a thousand meters long, with eight gleaming limbs supporting its massive body, and terrifying energy that could corrode space swirling around the venomous stinger at its tail.

"Newbie?"

The compound eyes of the giant metal scorpion gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and its voice was as harsh as the friction of metal.

"Looks like I'm in luck. I hope you... will let me play a little longer."

Before it finished speaking, its massive body transformed into a black lightning bolt, instantly traversing tens of thousands of meters. Its deadly tail spike, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear everything apart, aimed straight for Qin Feng's core!

Faced with this devastating blow, Qin Feng's reaction was frighteningly calm.

He didn't even move a step.

Just before the thorn was about to touch his body, he slowly raised his right hand.

Index finger and middle finger, together.

A faint, pure black ray of light flashed and disappeared from his fingertips.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no devastating energy fluctuation.

There wasn't even a sound.

The pure black light floated lightly and touched the tip of the metal giant scorpion's stinger.

then……

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The giant metal scorpion's frenzied charge came to an abrupt halt.

For the first time, a look of bewilderment and confusion appeared in its bloodthirsty compound eyes.

It lowered its head and looked at its tail stinger.

The tail stinger is still there.

However, the "connection" between it and its tail spine has disappeared.

No, it's not just about contact.

It is a "concept".

In its perception, its tail stinger is no longer "part of its body," no longer a "hard," "deadly" weapon.

It became something that could not be defined, something "meaningless".

Immediately afterwards, this feeling of "erasure" spread rapidly throughout the body, like the most terrifying virus, following its tail!
The seemingly indestructible shell, stripped of its "strength," becomes even more fragile than tofu.

The surging energy core, its concept of "energy" was erased, instantly turning into a pile of useless scrap metal.

Finally, when this power touched its burning soul fire...

"Do not……"

The giant metal scorpion only had time to let out a terrified, incomplete roar.

The next second, its massive body, like a sand sculpture, silently disintegrated and annihilated from the inside out, eventually turning into the most primitive data particles and dissipating into the air.

【victory! 】

Current winning streak: 1

The cold, robotic system notification broke the silence.

The entire process, from the start to the end of the battle, didn't even take more than three seconds.

Outside the arena, on a pure white continent.

As the Melting Heart Emperor watched the battle that had ended in an instant on the spectator interface, and the winning streak that had just jumped from 0 to 1, his massive dark golden body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He envisioned many possibilities.

It might be a crushing defeat, a hard-fought battle, or even a narrow loss due to unfamiliarity with the rules.

But there was one thing he never expected...

It would be a kind of... incomprehensible, almost "dimensional reduction attack" instant kill.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Qin Feng was not at all surprised by the outcome of his battle.

Using the [Ultimate Divine Light] to deal with an ordinary King who hasn't even touched the threshold of the Divine Forbidden Realm is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

He didn't even use one ten-thousandth of its power, merely activating its most basic "concept erasure" attribute.

[Matching you with your next opponent...]

【Successful match! 】

……

The battle continues.

Qin Feng's winning streak began to rise at an alarming rate.

10-game winning streak...

50-game winning streak...

100-game winning streak...

His opponents ranged from beginner-level kings to intermediate-level kings, and then to advanced-level kings.

They come in all shapes and sizes, and have all sorts of strange abilities.

There are assassin-type mechs that excel at speed, turret-type mechs that excel at long-range firepower, and special mechs that excel at mental attacks.

But no matter who the opponent is, no matter what unbelievable methods they use.

There is only one ending.

Before that mysterious and domineering pure black divine light, all defenses, all energy, and all laws seemed pale and powerless.

They couldn't even understand how they lost, and their fighting ability was completely "erased" from the root.

Victory! Victory! And more victory!

Qin Feng's figure was like a relentless, highly efficient killing machine in the arena.

He never wastes a single unnecessary movement or energy.

Find the weakness, strike, and eliminate it.

The entire process was fluid and graceful, filled with a violent yet cold beauty.

His ID, "Vanguard," began to spread like wildfire within the Ninth Sequence's internal network.

When his winning streak surpassed 10,000 games.

He has become a nightmare that all members of the King Realm fear and dread.

When his winning streak surpassed 50,000 games.

Almost all ordinary players who are crowned kings will surrender without hesitation the moment they are matched with him, in order to avoid the meaningless and soul-shaking experience of being "erased".

When his winning streak was surging toward the 100,000 mark.

The entire Gear Starfield, and all members of the Ninth Sequence, fell silent.

"A 100,000-game winning streak... and all of them! Not a single loss! How is that possible?!"

"I have reviewed all the records in the history of the arena. Those who have achieved a 100,000-win streak at the King level are all legendary figures with the most amazing talents in our history! But none of them have ever been able to remain undefeated!"

"His opponents are no longer just ordinary Kings! Starting from the 80,000th match, the system has been matching him with veteran powerhouses who have touched the threshold of the Divine Forbidden Realm! But what's the result? Still instant kills!"

"This vanguard...where on earth did this monster come from?!"

In the private space of the Melting Heart Emperor, he quietly watched the winning streak number that had climbed to [99999] on the spectator screen, and the shock in his heart was beyond measure.

Qin Feng's performance far exceeded his boldest expectations.

He originally thought that "unbeatable" meant when facing ordinary champions.

But now it seems that even a powerful expert at the threshold of the Divine Forbidden Realm is no different from an ant in front of this vanguard!
"Can he really keep winning?"

For the first time, the thought that even he himself found absurd popped into the mind of the Melting Heart Emperor.

Just then, the matching information on the screen made his pupils shrink sharply.

[Matching you with an opponent...]

【Successful match! 】

Opponent ID: Titan

[Realm: King (Peak)]

[Identity: Candidate for the Ninth Sequence Holy Son (Fourth)]

coming!

The first of those three mountains finally appeared before the vanguard!

Almost simultaneously, the entire network of the Ninth Sequence was in complete uproar!
Countless requests to watch the battle flooded into the virtual room where this duel was taking place.

Everyone wants to witness firsthand whether the mysterious dark horse, Vanguard, will continue his undefeated legend, or whether the long-established monster, Titan, will end this saga!
Inside the arena.

The earth trembled before Qin Feng.

A shadow large enough to blot out the sky slowly rose from the ground.

The colossal mech named "Atlas" has finally arrived.

Its body, crafted from an unknown metal, gleamed with a cold and heavy luster. Just by standing there, its very presence was enough to distort space and make it hard to breathe.

"You, are you the Vanguard?"

The Titan's voice was like two continental plates rubbing against each other, filled with an aura of savagery and brutality.

"Your winning streak has come to an end."

Without uttering any unnecessary words, he suddenly raised his arm, which was thicker than a mountain range, and then threw a punch!
There is no energy, no laws.

Only pure, absolute power, enough to make the universe tremble...!
That punch seemed to drive the entire mass of the arena, compressing all space and all matter into a single point, and then exploding instantly!

Faced with this terrifying fist wind that could destroy a galaxy in one blow, Qin Feng's figure was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

But for the first time, a real flame ignited in his mechanical eyes.

"interesting."

Instead of resisting head-on, he vanished from his spot in an instant with a speed that transcended cause and effect.

boom! ! ! !

Titan's fist landed on empty air, but it blasted a huge, bottomless chasm into the ground of the entire arena!

"Not bad speed." Titan slowly withdrew his fist, his tone showing no surprise. "But in this arena, you have nowhere to escape!"

The moment he finished speaking, his massive body shuddered violently!
An invisible, extremely heavy force field instantly enveloped the entire space!
[Area: Absolute Quality]!
In this realm, all space is imbued with a terrifying density like that of a neutron star, making any faster-than-light movement impossible!
Qin Feng's figure was indeed forcibly forced out from a spatial ripple.

"ended."

Titan's fist, the size of a planet, once again came crashing down on him!

This time, there's no escaping it!

However, just a moment before the fist was about to touch Qin Feng's body.

Qin Feng also moved.

He, too, raised his right hand.

But his target was neither Titan's fist nor his indestructible body.

But...

On his body, there was an inconspicuous energy transmission node located on his shoulder blade.

"Ultimate Divine Light".

A black line, more concentrated and purer than ever before, flashed past his fingertips.

laugh--

The black line encountered no resistance and easily disappeared into the Titan's armor, which was known as "absolute defense".

Titan's movements suddenly froze.

His crushing fist stopped less than a meter away from Qin Feng.

He blinked his enormous eyes, which resembled a lava lake, with some confusion.

No pain, no damage.

His body was intact.

"What are you... doing?" he asked in a muffled voice.

Qin Feng did not answer.

He simply looked at the other person calmly.

Three seconds later.

Titan's massive body suddenly began to tremble violently.

On the left side of his body, all the energy indicator lights began flashing and then going out frantically. The enormous arm that had just unleashed a devastating punch hung limply at his sides. "What's going on? My left side... the energy supply has been cut off?"

Titan's tone was filled with shock and bewilderment.

His machine, "Atlas," has seventeen backup independent energy cores. Theoretically, even if its heart is pierced, there is absolutely no possibility of an energy interruption!

But what he didn't know was.

Qin Feng's attack just now did not "erase" his armor, nor his energy core.

Rather, it's that energy node, the "concept" that acts as an "energy transmission hub"!
Although it still exists there, it has lost its original function and meaning.

It is no longer a "hub" but just an ordinary piece of metal.

This caused all the energy circuits in the left half of Titan's body to instantly become paralyzed!
"Roar!!!"

Titan roared, and its remaining right half unleashed even more ferocious power in an attempt to forcefully drive the machine.

However, Qin Feng's figure had already disappeared once again.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
Imperceptible black lines, like the most precise scalpel, continuously, from all sorts of incredible angles, touched the most critical and core points on his body.

……

The battle turned into a bizarre, one-sided "disassembly" surgery.

The colossal Titan was like a toy with all its wires pulled, going from initial rage to shock, and finally to bewilderment.

Finally, the last light on him went out.

His massive, mountain-like body crashed to the ground, completely losing all ability to move.

It was not destroyed, not even a single piece of its armor was broken.

But he lost.

The defeat was inexplicable and utterly baffling.

【victory! 】

Current winning streak: 100000

The moment this number popped up.

The entire network of the ninth sequence fell into a deathly silence that lasted for ten seconds.

Then, like a volcanic eruption, it caused a complete sensation!
Immediately afterward, before anyone could recover from the shock of Titan's defeat...

Even more insane things happened.

In the ensuing battle.

Qin Feng advanced with unstoppable momentum, winning battle after battle.

In the 110,000th match, he was matched with another candidate and won easily in the same incomprehensible way.

The 120,000th match, the 130,000th match...

His winning streak seems to have no end!
Finally, when his winning streak reached 150,000 games.

He encountered his second major obstacle—the Illusion Mirror.

That battle was called "the clash of gods" by all the spectators.

The illusion mirror perfectly replicated a "vanguard," even mimicking the eerie black divine light with remarkable accuracy.

Two identical "vanguards" engaged in a dazzling three-hour battle of attack and defense in the arena.

However, in the end.

When Qin Feng's true form was no longer limited to a single attack, but instead transformed the concept of "erasure" into a domain that instantly enveloped the entire arena.

All illusions are "erased".

For the first time, the flawless disguise of the illusion was forcibly stripped away, revealing its fragile core.

With a single finger, the world is set in motion.

【victory! 】

Current winning streak: 150000

If defeating Titan was a shock, then...

Therefore, defeating the illusion would be a complete upheaval!

It overturned everyone's understanding of "powerful"!

But Qin Feng's steps did not stop.

170,000 performances...

180,000 performances...

190,000 performances...

He defeated all seventeen candidates for the Holy Son, except for Turing!
Finally, when his winning streak reached the number [199999]...

He faced his final opponent.

Opponent ID: Turing

[Identity: Ninth Sequence Holy Son Candidate (Third)]

A fateful reunion.

This time, Turing did not make any further attempts.

The moment the battle began, he pushed his logical reasoning to its limit!
Instead of attacking Qin Feng, he turned the entire arena's underlying code into his own weapon!
Space is folded, time is slowed down, and matter is reconstructed into an endless logical killing array!
However, this seemingly unsolvable trap is enough to completely confuse ordinary emperors in the data maze.

Qin Feng's choice remains simple and pure.

He closed his eyes.

He focused all his senses on his Dao heart, which was like a primordial singularity.

No matter how you change, I will remain steadfast.

He pinpointed Turing's unique and true soul coordinates within that chaotic ocean of data.

Then, I opened my eyes.

An unprecedented, dazzlingly brilliant pure black divine light burst forth from his fingertips!

One strike, and success.

【victory! 】

Current winning streak: 200000

When this final number was displayed before everyone's eyes.

The entire ninth sequence was completely silenced.

On the pure white continent.

The Melting Heart Emperor slowly rose from his throne.

He looked at the figure calmly leaving the arena on the screen, his eyes, burning like stars, filled with an unprecedented, fervent light.

He originally thought that he had attracted a powerful competitor for the Ninth Sequence.

But now, he understands.

He didn't attract competitors.

Rather, it is a king who is about to reign supreme in this era.

……

When the cold system notification sound of "Victory" rang in his ears for the last time, Qin Feng's consciousness, like the receding tide, slowly withdrew from the virtual arena filled with killing and destruction.

The darkness and data stream before my eyes were like a canvas being wiped away by an invisible hand, quickly fading and dissipating.

The light returned to his senses.

He still stood in the center of that vast, pure white continent that belonged only to him.

Everything around him—mountains, rivers, buildings—remained in the initial state he had casually set before entering the arena.

However, something has changed.

Qin Feng's absolutely calm mind, the moment he returned to reality, detected countless subtle and unusual energy disturbances in the space.

This is not a threat.

Rather, it's a kind of...gaze.

Thousands upon thousands of gazes, almost freezing the entire space in place.

He slowly raised his head, the red light in his mechanical eyes calmly sweeping across his surroundings.

Then, he saw it.

Beyond his pure white continent, in that deep void, countless mechanical beings of all kinds had been floating in dense array.

They came in all shapes and sizes, from humanoid machines a few meters tall to colossal war fortresses stretching for thousands of kilometers. They sat there silently, forming an unprecedented "spectator stand" surrounding his territory.

They made no sound, and even the most basic communication signals remained completely silent.

But those gazes that were directed at them were more intense than any star, and the emotions they contained were extremely complex.

It has the purest, most undeniable shock.

There is a deep-seated reverence for the absolute strong.

There was even... a hint of fanatical worship.

They just stood there quietly watching, as if they were gazing upon a monument that had just emerged from historical mythology.

Qin Feng's gaze did not linger on those ordinary clansmen.

He landed precisely at the very front of the crowd.

There, he saw several familiar figures.

A perfect humanoid figure made of seven-colored crystals, whose body still radiates a somewhat unstable light—[Turing].

A massive machine that, while maintaining a standard humanoid size, exudes a terrifying sense of mass with every move, as if it could transform into a celestial behemoth at any moment—[Titan].

There is also a mysterious entity whose form constantly shifts between light and shadow, seemingly existing outside this dimension—the [Illusion Mirror].

And the other fourteen candidates for the Holy Son, whom he had defeated one by one in the arena with undisputed superiority.

They've all come.

Not a single person was absent.

Their gaze was different from that of the fanatical tribesmen around them.

Beyond the shock and awe, there was also a sense of... relief.

It's a feeling of heartfelt admiration after meeting a worthy opponent, only to discover that the opponent is an insurmountable sea of ​​stars.

No one speaks.

The entire space fell into a strange and solemn silence.

Ultimately, it was Turing, the embodiment of logic who was the first to provoke and the last to be defeated, who took a step forward.

He bowed slightly to Qin Feng, performing a gesture of the highest respect in the ninth order.

"I retract my previous judgment."

Turing's voice was still clear and crisp, but it lacked some of the absolute rationality and had more of a complex emotion.

"Your path of 'evolution' is itself an uncalculated, supreme logic. My calculations are meaningless in the face of your path."

His words, like a command, instantly shattered the silence of the scene.

Immediately afterwards, Titan's booming voice rang out. Unlike Turing, he didn't mince words; he simply expressed his attitude in the most direct way.

He pounded his breastplate heavily on Qin Feng, producing a dull thud like stars colliding.

"I accept defeat wholeheartedly!"

"That power that acts directly on 'concepts'... transcends the realm of 'skill.' You are more like 'absolute' than I am!"

With these two top talents making their statements one after another.

The other candidates also expressed their approval in their own ways.

"Two hundred thousand wins, defeating us all... This record is unprecedented."

"Our Ninth Sequence has produced a truly formidable and ruthless individual this time!"

"He's more than just ruthless; he's an utterly unreasonable monster!"

There was not a trace of jealousy or resentment in their tone.

Because when the gap becomes large enough, all that's left is to look up to them.

Qin Feng's power had completely shattered the last shred of hope and pride in their hearts. They understood that they were no longer on the same level as this mysterious being known as "Vanguard."

He didn't come here to "compete" with them.

He came to "reign".

Just then, one of the candidates suddenly shouted in an extremely impassioned tone:
"Vanguard! Now that you've proven yourself to be the undisputed strongest in the Ninth Sequence, go and defeat those guys from the other sequences!"

His words were like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan, instantly igniting the emotions of everyone present!
"Yes! Defeat them! Especially those old fogies in the first tier who are stuck in their ways, and those madmen in the second tier who only know how to destroy!"

"And there's the 'War Court' of the seventh sequence! In the last sequence competition, our ninth sequence lost to them. We must get our revenge!"

"With the strength of the Vanguard, the mere title of 'Holy Son' is no longer enough to measure his worth!"

"That's right! Our goal shouldn't just be to become the leader of a sequence!"

"Become the 'Child of God'! Lead our mechanical race to reign supreme in this golden age!!!"

"Son of God!!"

"Son of God!!"

"Son of God!!"

A roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down came from all directions, converging into a torrent of steel powerful enough to shake the entire Gear Starfield.

Countless mechanical beings, in their most unique way, roared and howled, pouring their worship of the strong and their desire for victory onto Qin Feng without reservation.

They saw him as a new banner, a hope that could lead the Ninth Sequence, and even the entire Machine Race, to greater glory.

Qin Feng floated quietly in the center of this frenzied ocean, his soul fire unmoved by the overwhelming adoration.

Son?

Son of God?

This wasn't the first time he'd heard those two words.

But at this moment, the weight carried by these powerful mechanical geniuses coming from their mouths was clearly extraordinary.

Just then, a deep and vast aura descended from the sky.

The Melting Heart Emperor's dark golden figure, as imposing as a mountain, appeared silently beside Qin Feng.

He simply stood there quietly, and the oppressive aura emanating from the top-tier Emperor level gradually calmed down the surrounding frenzied noise.

All the mechanical beings bowed respectfully to him.

The Melting Heart Emperor ignored everyone; his eyes, burning like stars, were fixed intently on Qin Feng.

That look in his eyes was more complex than ever before.

There was shock, admiration, doubt, and even a sliver of... expectation.

"It seems you've done even better than I expected."

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of emotion that even he himself was unaware of.

"You accomplished in just one day what other geniuses might not be able to do even after tens of thousands of years."

"You have not only conquered the arena, but also all of them."

Having said that, he glanced around at the group of eager young talents, then turned back to Qin Feng and said:
"It seems there are some things it's time for you to know."

"follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it, creating an invisible spatial barrier that enveloped him and Qin Feng, preventing any outside prying eyes from prying into their lives.

Immediately, the two of them flashed and returned to the very core of the Pure White Continent.

Absolute silence returned to the surroundings once again.

"You must be very curious about what the 'Holy Son' and 'Divine Son' they just mentioned actually represent," the Melting Heart Emperor said bluntly.

Qin Feng nodded slightly, showing that he was listening.

"In our machine race, although the twelve sequences belong to the same race, they are in fierce competition with each other due to fundamental differences in their evolutionary philosophies."

"This kind of competition is healthy, and it is tacitly approved and even encouraged by the 'supreme intelligence'. Because only through constant intellectual clashes and power struggles can our civilization maintain its vigorous vitality and driving force for progress."

Before the Molten King, twelve emblems representing different sequences appeared, arranged in a circle. Between them, there were links representing cooperation and arrows representing confrontation.

"And the 'Holy Son' is the highest manifestation of this competition among the younger generation."

“Each sequence will devote all its resources to cultivating the most outstanding prodigy and bestowing upon him the title of ‘Holy Son’. These twelve Holy Sons are the twelve people who stand at the very top of our younger generation of the Mechanical Race. They are the chiefs of their respective sequences, the future leaders, and the representatives of their respective ‘paths’.”

"The allocation of resources, the degree of influence, and the weight in the decision-making system of the 'Supreme Brain' among the sequences largely depend on the strength of the current 'Holy Son'."

"It can be said that the competition among the twelve holy sons is the eternal theme within our mechanical race."

Qin Feng's core thoughts were racing.

He understood instantly.

This so-called "Holy Son" is just like the chief disciple recommended by the various factions within the Human Race Holy Academy.

They represent not just individuals, but also the honor, disgrace, and interests of the entire faction behind them.

"With the strength and prestige you have shown so far, as long as nothing unexpected happens in the [Trial of the Holy Son] three hundred cosmic years from now, you will undoubtedly become the new 'Holy Son' of our Ninth Sequence."

The Melting Heart Emperor's tone was extremely confident.

Two hundred thousand wins, sweeping away all competitors of the same generation.

Such a record is not just "excellent," but "groundbreaking."

If even such a person cannot become a Holy Son, then the selection mechanism of the Ninth Sequence becomes a joke.

"Then, what about the 'divine child'?"

Qin Feng asked the most crucial question.

Upon hearing this word, for the first time, the usually placid expression of the Melting Heart Emperor became incredibly solemn and dignified.

He remained silent for a long time, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful.

"The Holy Son is the chief of the sequence. He is the leader of many factions within our race."

"And the divine child..."

"...He is the only, supreme...chief among all the machine races in the same era!"

"He was chosen from among the twelve most outstanding holy sons through the most brutal and bloody selection process, and he is the well-deserved 'King'!"

"If the Holy Son is a 'vassal,' then the Divine Son is the sole 'crown prince'! He is the only heir to our entire mechanical civilization in the coming era!"

The words of the Melting Heart Emperor resounded like thunder in the depths of Qin Feng's soul!
The sole heir!
The significance of this title far exceeded his imagination!
"Why... is it necessary to choose such a unique 'divine child'?"

Qin Feng pressed further, "Concentrating power in one person seems... not in line with the consistent logic of the Machine Race."

"Because times have changed."

A complex light flashed in the eyes of the Melting Heart Emperor; he seemed to recall some ancient prophecy.

"A golden age."

Qin Feng's mind suddenly sharpened.

really!

The deepest reason for the Chaos Evil God's change of strategy, which he had previously gleaned from Zhu Wuhou's memories, was once again mentioned by the top Emperor of the Mechanical Race!
"The coming of the golden age is no longer a secret."

The Melting Heart Emperor's tone became extremely solemn, "According to the deductions of the 'Supreme Intelligence' and the information we have deciphered from certain ancient ruins, the scale and opportunities of this Golden Age will far surpass any other in history."

"At that time, the laws of the entire universe will enter an unprecedented period of activity. Countless ancient, dormant secret realms will reappear, and countless lost divine legacies will emerge into the world..."

"And of all that, the most important is that which is ethereal yet undeniably real—"

"The chance to become a god!"

"One should not practice the same method simultaneously."

Qin Feng almost subconsciously uttered this cruel law about the Divine Path that he had learned from Zhu Wuhou's memories.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Melting Heart Emperor, but he quickly understood.

"It seems you know more than I thought."

"That's right, one method cannot be practiced by multiple people. On the same path to the realm of gods, only one person is allowed to walk it in the same era. This is the iron law of the universe, and no one can violate it."

"In the coming golden age, it is foreseeable that countless new or ancient 'divine paths' will reappear before the world."

And every top-tier clan, in order to seize this once-in-a-millennium opportunity to become a god, will inevitably devote all its resources to cultivating and equipping its most outstanding prodigy!

"This person must be the strongest, most amazing, and most fortunate among his generation! He will carry the hopes of the entire civilization and engage in a final gamble that will determine the future of civilization with the 'strongest' from all other races!"

"This person is known as the 'Human Emperor Candidate' among our human race."

"Among the demon race, he is known as the 'Lord of Ten Thousand Demons'."

"And we, the Machine Race..."

The Melting Heart Emperor's gaze was fixed intently on Qin Feng.

"...and he was then called the 'Child of God'!"

Everything became clear.

At this moment, all the clues were perfectly connected into a clear logical chain.

The so-called "God Child" is the only trump card of the entire civilization, established by the Machine Race in order to prepare for the upcoming "Golden Age" and to seize the initiative in the ultimate war for the "opportunity to become a god"!
He will gather the strength of the entire clan and represent the entire mechanical race to conquer the starry sea, crush all races, and seize the only spot to become a god!
"I understand."

Qin Feng nodded slowly. At this moment, his pure black soul fire burned intensely at an unprecedented speed.

In his heart, a plan even more insane and daring than the one he had made when he was "competing for the Holy Son" was growing and taking shape at an exponential rate!
To become a "saint" is merely to gain control of the discourse within a powerful faction.

So, to become a "divine child"...

That is to completely and thoroughly control the entire mechanical empire, this massive war machine that is capable of rivaling the human race!
What terrifying power and authority will he possess then?
He could even, in the name of "God's Son," command the entire mechanical race to turn their guns on the Alliance of All Races and launch a backstabbing attack!
The risks of this plan are unimaginable.

But if it succeeds, the benefits it brings will be enough to drive any god crazy!

"The road to the limit is never smooth."

"Now that we're here, then this position of 'divine child'..."

"I'm determined to have it."

(End of this chapter)