Colonial Suit

The battle wasn't truly over…

But at this moment, everyone in the outer 'ring formation' could see the outcome.

The power of a Star-level was too terrifying. Even when facing a Planet-level opponent just one grade lower, the overwhelming advantage was despairing.

In the vast void, the storm had almost become a part of Brut's body. He howled as he arrived, passing by in an instant, never lingering in any one position.

No matter how many enemies there were, he would always strike and retreat, never being greedy for battle. And when he was completely fused within the storm, even a Planet-level attack couldn't harm his main body.

He was the storm; he was the world!

To kill him, one would have to destroy all the storms in this void, but how could that be done? One must know that this storm was originally created by the Second World to disgust people, but now it has become Brut's aid. I'm afraid that even the Second World's envoy will go crazy.

Of course, all of this was beyond the candidates challenging Brut to think about. The storm raged around them, threatening their safety at any moment.

Although these storms were not all infiltrated by Brut, the problem was that no one could distinguish them. The Second World's help allowed them to convert the power of the storm for their own use, which seemed like a great weapon before, but now it has become a deadly poison.

They dared not convert the energy of the storm anymore, because they didn't know if there were any particle viruses in the storm. Once contaminated by the particles hidden in the storm, the terrifying particle penetration would extend from their physical bodies to their projections, thereby shaking the foundation of their existence.

In fact, Brut would transform all his infected targets into particle existences, as if changing them from 'three-dimensional' to 'two-dimensional'. Subsequently, the enemy, whose foundation had been changed, would be liberated by the particles and crumble like weathering.

This was Brut's power, the weirdness and magic belonging to the particle world.

And as his enemies, these candidates were unlucky.

In the void, dozens of candidates were flying at high speed, each with a solemn expression. Just a few minutes ago, they didn't have this expression, because they were excited to gain the glory of killing a Star-level, but now… they were fleeing for their lives.

They were really afraid of Brut's elusive fighting style and irresistible particle extension.

In fact, the defense of a Planet-level was very outstanding. But all of this was based on the advantages of evolutionary level and rules. In the past years, the reason why they could make countless enemies fall at their feet and make countless enemies become the ladder of glory was because they had mastered higher rules and more optimized life levels.

But these were useless against Brut.

Brut was a Star-level, and even a newly promoted Star-level was by no means something that these Planet-levels could reach. So their defense had no advantage in front of Brut. Moreover, Brut had descended with his main body, and both his strength and spirit were at the peak of his life. His combat power would naturally increase exponentially. Trying to compete with him on the level of rules was purely courting death.

Blood瞳 was more experienced in this. Challenging a higher-level powerhouse by relying on comprehension and rules was not feasible. It was like a gambling game where even the dealer was your opponent; how could you win? So the challenge should be to break through with force and use a local breakthrough to overcome the whole.

Of course, whether your strength can do this depends on your ability.

In the void, streamers of light flew, and the candidates were still fleeing, wishing they could leave this terrifying hell in an instant. In this process, half of them died again, all with their projections erased, and those who were able to survive were obviously the strong among the candidates. Behind them, the storm was still gathering and rolling, like a demon from hell, relentlessly.

"No… he is too fast… we can't escape."

A candidate who looked like he had the head of a gecko said, his body sinking as he stopped.

His name was Bick, a member of the Tsut'ujal clan. As a rare carbon-based creature in an energy civilization, he was extremely good at frontal combat, but he had some shortcomings in speed. Seeing that he couldn't escape, he hardened his heart and turned around, rushing towards the storm like a shooting star.

As he flew, countless golden lines appeared around his body, and his left hand suddenly pressed towards the approaching storm from afar.

"Spatial Anchoring!"

"Restraint!"

With a bang, it seemed as if the entire world trembled. Countless black lines seeped out from the lower layer of space, instantly solidifying the storm. The space within tens of thousands of kilometers presented a glue-like semi-solidified state. It was Bick's specialty, spatial blockade.

As a cosmic warrior who mainly attacked in close combat, Bick's fighting style was not to directly harm the opponent, but to first fix the space where the opponent was located, and then use the technique of shattering space to break it together.

Sure enough, with the success of spatial anchoring, Bick did not hesitate to make a large teleport, and with the force of the forward rush, he threw a punch.

"Shatter!!"

Boom!!

This time, the starry sky really vibrated. A huge 'black hole' clearly appeared in the storm in front of Bick's fist, as if the space had been penetrated by his punch and directly entered the sub-space. Cracks were densely packed around the 'black hole', and then they spread out with a crackling sound!

"Die for me!" Bick grinned and frantically waved countless punches.

He couldn't lock onto Brut's location, but what did that matter? As long as he shattered the surface of this space together, then the phenomena based on the surface would also be destroyed.

This was the essence of spatial anchor kill, and one of the reasons why he defeated many competitors and became a candidate for the Second World.

But… he didn't know who he was facing.

Brut may not be as good at spatial rules as Bick, but reaching the Star-level conditions would not have too obvious shortcomings. What's more, he was still using the power of his world? For a Star-level, using the power of the world… was equivalent to replacing the rules of reality with the rules of their own world! It was a kind of cheating in itself!

As Bick punched, the range of destroyed space became larger and larger, but at some point, imperceptible light spots appeared outside the broken space. These light spots were too small and too ethereal. At the beginning, they seemed to not exist at all. But as Bick's destruction intensified, their number suddenly increased, multiplying countless and endless in just a few breaths! Bick waved his fists, covered in sweat, but even if each of his punches could shatter dozens of kilometers or hundreds of kilometers of void, how could he compare to the spreading speed of the light spots? When he stopped waving, the light spots… had formed a galaxy.

Brut's figure walked out of the galaxy, looking at him coldly and disdainfully.

"Is this all the resistance you have? If so, you can prepare to die."

Brut said coldly, as was his consistent style. But at the moment he spoke, Bick suddenly shouted, overjoyed as if he saw some hope!

"You! You're injured!!"

"Haha, you're injured!! You're finally injured!!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)