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Chu Changqing appeared next to the railing at the top of the venue. It was dimly lit and the highest point of the stands. Looking down, he could see the entire specially made arena and thousands of excited students.

His hands rested on the cold railings, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on the alloy arena in the center.

As he casually observed, he keenly caught a figure about ten meters away out of the corner of his eye.

Chu Changqing turned his head and saw a man in the shadows on the other side of the fence. The man looked to be about the same age as him, dressed in black clothes without any markings, with half of his face covered by a black mask, almost blending into the surrounding darkness.

He had already silently appeared two steps away from the young man in black.

"I never expected that the Lord of the Abyss would appear here." Chu Changqing's voice carried an undisguised sharpness.

Chu Changqing had actually been annoyed by the other party's code name for a long time. What a terrible name, "Dominator," did he really think he was invincible?

Even though his opponent had been in the lead for a long time, Chu Changqing never felt inferior to anyone. His pride did not allow him to bow down to anyone.

"Shall we have a fight?"

Faced with this provocative challenge, the Abyss Overlord didn't even turn his head, as if the person standing next to him was just a wisp of air.

His eyes, visible through his mask, remained fixed on the ring below.

This complete disregard made Chu Changqing frown. He was about to speak again when his intuition, that of a top player, made him sense something unusual about his surroundings.

He scanned the circular corridor and saw several completely still figures in the darkness where the light could not reach.

Without exception, they all concealed their own biomagnetic field, disguising themselves as ordinary as possible.

In the shadow of the load-bearing pillar on the left side of the venue stood a man with a posture as straight as a javelin. He lowered his head slightly, and Chu Changqing could recognize him at a glance as a person from an official Japanese organization.

A little further away, on the edge of the opposite stands, leaned against an unusually tall white man, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark blond hair reflecting a faint light in the darkness. The people from Heli had also found this place.

On the right, there was a figure emanating a faint yet unsettling aura. Chu Changqing was familiar with him; he was a core player at the Heavenly Rank.

What made Chu Changqing's eyes darken slightly was an old man in a dark purple robe standing behind a row of seats not far from him.

The old man, with his hands tucked into his sleeves and his face aged like a withered tree trunk, was none other than the prophetic bishop of Fancheng.

Those cloudy eyes, seemingly able to see through the trajectory of fate at any moment, were staring down.

These individuals belong to top powers around the world that are vastly different and even hostile to each other.

At this moment, they were like a group of sharks that had smelled blood, crossing oceans and continents, silently and tacitly gathering in this ordinary university gymnasium.

Their gazes did not meet or rub against each other; they simply pointed uniformly to the central area below.

On the alloy arena.

There were recording devices set up all around for broadcasting the event, which captured every word Chen Yue said.

Accompanied by the huge array of sound systems above the stadium, Chen Yue's voice resounded in every corner of the Bailing Institute of Technology Indoor Gymnasium.

The students of Bailing Polytechnic, who were already in a state of excitement, became even more excited after hearing their contestant's domineering declaration.

It's unclear who started shouting first, but soon many students in the stands followed suit.

"Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!"

The teacher leading the team from Ningchuan University, standing at the edge of the field, was already sweating profusely.

On one hand, he was worried about Lin Ye's safety; a movement speed of Mach 1 would generate terrifying kinetic energy.

Just as Chen Yue said, if he loses control of his strength and crashes directly into her, even if Lin is a Moon-level player, his body is very likely to be torn apart in an instant.

Since he led the team out, he had to be responsible for the students' safety.

On the other hand, as the coach leading the Ningbo University team, he could not shake off the pressure of winning and losing.

Ningchuan University has always been a top-ranked institution in the university league. If it is eliminated in the first round this year by a school like Bailing University of Technology, which it has never taken seriously before, the humiliation and the resulting public pressure will be something that Ningchuan University cannot easily bear.

But even he, a seasoned veteran leader, was helpless in the face of this blurry afterimage that was so fast it was almost indistinguishable from reality. What could the inexperienced Lin Ye, who was just starting out on the stage, possibly do?

In stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere at Ningbo University, the rest area at Bailing Polytechnic University was relaxed and cheerful.

Principal Li Jianming sat in the front row of the soft seats, his gaze fixed on the alloy arena. Watching Chen Yue's incredible speed, his face flushed slightly with excitement.

Bailing University of Technology has been overshadowed by Ningchuan University for too many years, and can only be a background figure every time they meet.

Today, the wheels of fate have finally turned in their favor.

Chen Yue's abilities were already exceptional at the Moon-level, and now his speed had reached its peak. The Ning University newcomer named Lin Ye showed no sign of resistance.

The outcome of this match is already decided; victory is within reach.

Li Jianming had already begun to conceive his remarks for the post-match interview, imagining how to humbly showcase the unique strengths of Bailing University of Technology.

On the alloy arena, the air currents were like blades.

Lin stood there quietly, his coat fluttering in the strong wind.

He felt a slight unease, pondering how to handle the duel.

Directly use biomagnetic field to forcibly suppress Chen Yue?

He rejected the simplest solution as soon as it came to mind.

Since they are both at the monthly level, their magnetic fields will cancel each other out, and the remaining part cannot achieve a one-sided crushing victory.

Since we can't use a magnetic field, we can only rely on physical contact to intercept it.

Lin Ye's gaze shifted slightly as he followed the afterimage. If that Mach 1 kinetic energy were to hit a building, it would be enough to destroy it.

This impact was nothing to him, but the key was Chen Yue's own physical strength.

If Lin had stood still and taken the blow head-on, the enormous reaction force would have bounced back without reservation.

The feeling was akin to having a supercar with the accelerator floored, crashing at top speed into a solid, recast steel mountain.

Even if Chen Yue had undergone targeted training, Lin did not believe that the other party would be unharmed.

Lin was not tainted by the vice of bloodlust. He was only here to complete the official mission assigned by Tian Shu, and did not want to create a tragic murder case for no reason.

When the power is too great, sometimes it takes a certain amount of skill to end a battle without hurting anyone.