Tension rose. All eyes locked onto the platform.

Just their first clash had already shown everyone too much. From Vaelen's incredible speed to Caius actually injuring him — it left those at the same realm stunned. Even the geniuses felt it: this battle wasn't one for Stage 1 Galaxy Realm cultivators.

Boom!

Both of them moved.

Vaelen appeared in front of Caius. Time seemed to slow.

He watched Caius, blood still on his lips.

How did he hit me? Vaelen wondered, holding back his attack, waiting to understand.

Then he saw it.

Caius blurred, his body turning transparent.

Gone.

"Spatial?" Vaelen froze, then felt a chill at his back.

He turned—Caius' fist was already coming.

Thankfully, his speed saved him. Vaelen leapt back, heart racing.

This exchange was faster than normal beings could even perceive.

"You… how?" Vaelen asked, stunned.

"Oh, come on, brother. Use your speed. Aren't you the fastest?" Caius mocked.

Vaelen's eyes narrowed. He still didn't know how Caius was doing it, but he had an idea—bait him.

Tap.

His foot barely touched the ground before he vanished. Caius couldn't even react. But just as Vaelen went to strike—Caius blurred again.

This time, Vaelen anticipated it. He shifted left.

Paow!

Space itself compressed. A miniature black hole formed—then instantly collapsed.

Vaelen staggered back, shaken.

"You… you're using pure strength to break through space and attack me?" His eyes widened.

Caius grinned. "Correct, brother."

The revelation rippled through the crowd. The royal siblings, the geniuses, everyone was left in disbelief. Pure strength breaking space? It shouldn't be possible at least at that realm without any technique.

Vaelen's shock soon turned into laughter.

"You know, brother… I was still worried about your strength. Whether you'd die if I went all out. But now…" His eyes glowed red. "Now I can."

Caius simply smiled.

"Come."

Boom!

Vaelen vanished. Faster than Caius could react. He struck—one fist to Caius' face, another to his gut.

Caius staggered, body trembling. Speed amplified Vaelen's power several times over.

And Vaelen didn't stop.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blow after blow landed, the platform shaking under the storm of fists.

Isn't this a massacre? the crowd thought, pitying the eldest prince.

But then a voice rang out.

"Why does it seem like Prince Vaelen's attacks aren't affecting him?"

Eyes lifted. And shock spread.

Caius stood firm. No blood. No wounds. Nothing.

Vaelen's punches were connecting… but Caius hadn't even moved.

"All right. This is over," Caius said flatly.

Vaelen's expression twisted. He thought Caius was bluffing.

"Ahahahahaha!"

With a scream, Vaelen doubled his speed. Veins popped across his arms as he poured everything into one strike.

He surpassed the speed of light easily , tearing through the first spatial layer.

The attack connected squarely with Caius' chest.

It's over… the crowd thought.

But nothing happened.

"What… what are you?" Vaelen's eyes widened. "No… I hit him. I know I did… But he tanked it?" Fear gnawed at his chest.

"You're strong," Caius said coldly. "But compared to me, you're an ant."

A chill ran through Vaelen's spine as he moved back immediately.

I might be weaker… but I'm still faster, he told himself, forcing a smug smile.

Then his smile died.

Caius' face was already inches away.

"You're fast," Caius whispered. "But I'm faster."

His hand clamped onto Vaelen's head.

Boom!

He smashed it into the platform. The shockwave rattled the entire arena.

This wasn't ordinary stone—it could withstand the blows of Universal-level beings. Yet Caius had driven Vaelen's head deep into it.

Vaelen lost consciousness instantly.

Silence.

No one even dared breathe.

From believing Caius was weak, to discovering Vaelen's hidden speed, to thinking he had won—only to watch him fall in an instant.

"The fight is over," Drezan finally declared, voice shaking. "Eldest Prince Caius is the winner."

Silence turned to thunderous cheers.

Caius looked down at his unconscious brother as healers rushed in. Wiping the blood from his lips, he raised his head to face his siblings.

"Who's next?" he asked with a grin.

Darius narrowed his eyes.

Something's changed. He's enjoying this…

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Titan Realm

"Origin Dragon, huh?" Sun Wukong licked his lips.

The titans still knelt, bowing reverently.

"Guest, please bow," one warned. "Origin Dragons are born at Rank 2, and grow rapidly to Rank 3. The older they grow, the stronger they become."

"Bow?" Sun Wukong laughed, his voice echoing. He thought they were joking.

But then the sky darkened.

A massive shadow descended, its aura shaking the heavens. The Origin Dragon had noticed his defiance.

It landed before him, its eyes blazing like the sun and moon.

Sun Wukong sneered. Rank 3 like me, and you expect me to bow? Even Buddha can't make me bow. Who the hell are you?

Aloud, he declared, "I am Sun Wukong… and today, I'll eat a dragon's liver."

The titans' eyes widened.

A terrifying aura burst forth, rivalling even the dragon's own.

Sun Wukong tilted his head, a golden staff sliding from his ear.

Step by step, he walked forward. With each step, his aura swelled. His Law of Strength activated, shaking the world.

"No… he wouldn't," one of the bowing titans muttered in shock.

"What kind of guest is this? Does he not understand the horror of an Origin Dragon?" another whispered, equally stunned.

And the titans were right.

Anyone who had witnessed an Origin Dragon in action would know fear.

Their bodies were unbelievably durable—but that wasn't their greatest strength. It was their laws. Drawn straight from origin itself, their laws were four times stronger than normal.

Combined with their limitless potential, this made them one of the most terrifying races in existence.

Yet this guest not only refused to bow—he declared he would kill it.

He was as good as dead.

Dead as hell.

*******

Across the Titan Realm, a Rank 4 Titan resided in a colossal building. Its design was shrouded in mystery, futuristic in appearance. Inside, elegant materials adorned the halls—materials that could easily be forged into the deadliest weapons in existence, yet here they were mere decorations.

In the throne room, the Titan sat deep in his consciousness.

Surrounding him were lower Rank 3 Titans, serving as guards and subordinates.

They were in the middle of discussing territories and ongoing wars when, suddenly, silence fell.

Their bodies trembled.

"Our… lord is… awake," one of them whispered, eyes wide with fear.

On the throne, the enormous figure stirred. What seemed like eternal slumber ended as his massive eyes slowly opened.

In that instant, space, time, and reality trembled, collapsing beneath the weight of his gaze. His eyes pierced the distance directly—locking onto Sun Wukong and the Origin Dragon.

"So… you are here already," the Titan thought, his voice echoing within his mind as he observed Sun Wukong.

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Another chapter coming today