The crowd surged like boiling water. Roars and cries rolled through the air, echoing across the arena in waves that shook the heavens. Jiang Xiaofan, Li Bufan, Mo Feng... All those who followed Ling Feng because of his strength and spirit clenched their fists. The excitement in their hearts could no longer be restrained. "He actually made it this far..." The mysterious green-robed girl's eyes sparkled. The name Ling Feng was now engraved in her heart, impossible to forget. In the VIP seats, Wang Meng and Li Qing held their breath, their chests rising with emotion. They had long forgotten why they had come. All their thoughts now focused on this peak battle between two living legends! Ling Feng's brilliance and monstrous talent had, in their own way, completely won them over. "It's been so long since I felt this kind of fire in my blood." Wang Meng's fists clenched. His voice was low and rough with excitement. "I feel like I'm back in the arena, young again." "You old fool," Li Qing laughed, though his eyes never left the stage. Even seasoned veterans like them found themselves stirred to the core by this clash of titans. Sun Boce took a deep breath. After today, Ling Feng's name would echo across Tianmang Fortress. Everything that happened in this arena would soon spread far and wide. The name Ling Feng would resound through the fortress and throughout Nanjiang! But the fervor of the crowd only grew, like a blazing inferno reaching toward the heavens! Tonight would be a night of legends! Thousands of people. Nearly ten thousand eyes. Every gaze was locked on the center of the stage, burning with excitement, sharp with focus, crashing like a wave onto that one spot. In the middle stood a lone figure in purple, proud and unmoving. His eyes were closed, calmly awaiting his final opponent. Ling Feng, the young newcomer who rose like a shooting star, had earned the respect of all. He had created an immortal legend with ninety-nine straight victories, each sealed in a single strike. Linghu Yudao, the untouchable king, the myth who stood above all others. His loneliness and invincibility made others hesitate to even approach. One was the dark horse who defied all expectations! The other, the Calamity God of War! Two myths, now facing the ultimate clash! At last, Ling Feng opened his eyes and looked up at the platform where Linghu Yudao stood. Linghu Yudao opened his eyes as well. In that instant, something intangible rippled through the arena. A surge of pressure spread from Linghu Yudao, vast and boundless, sweeping across the land as though it commanded the stars and sun. At the same time, Chaotic Light burst from around Ling Feng, swirling in rings. It radiated with a boundless wisdom, a power that demanded the submission of all life. A lonely king who basked in the glory of invincibility, yet suffered the solitude of his own strength, now finally saw his long-awaited opponent. He stepped to the edge of the platform and looked down at Ling Feng. A powerful battle will began to rise within him. "It is cold at the top. But at last, you have arrived!" He had longed for one! And today, his rival had come! His white robes fluttered despite the still air. He took a single step, and the void beneath his feet shattered. In one motion, he stood beside Ling Feng. This was the power of space. The arena fell into silence. The moment had become sacred. Every gaze was fixed on these two transcendent figures. Would the myth of a new generation shatter the legacy of the old? Or would the legend of the past continue to reign? All would be decided in this final battle! Linghu Yudao raised his eyes slightly. Deep and vast as the stars, no one could tell what soul lay hidden behind them. For the first time, Linghu Yudao gave such a sincere compliment to another. "You are strong too." Ling Feng took a long breath. After ninety-nine battles, his stamina, energy, and focus were all nearing collapse. If there were a bed beside him, he could fall asleep on the spot. "This is not a fair fight. But even so, I will not hold back." Linghu Yudao's voice rang out, steady and clear. "Because holding back would be an insult to you." Ling Feng nodded slightly, eyes grave as he performed the swordsman's salute. "Then fight with all you have!" For the first time, Linghu Yudao wore a serious expression before a battle. Ling Feng was nearly at his limit, while his opponent stood at his peak! If Ling Feng lost, it would still be a worthy defeat. If he won, his name would be remembered for all time! "Let the match... Begin!" The referee raised the command flag and shouted with all his strength. That cry used up the last of his energy. He staggered to the edge of the stage, leaning heavily against the platform, gasping for breath. Standing between these two monstrous fighters, even he, a powerful expert in his own right, felt as if he could barely breathe. The audience raised their fists and screamed with everything they had. It was as if they themselves stood on the stage, ready to battle. Linghu Yudao's expression settled. His aura radiated the presence of one who stood alone at the summit. "I want to see if you, in your current state, can force out my second move!" His words remained proud, but no one dared to sneer. He had earned the right to be proud. Even though his opponent had defeated ninety-nine enemies with one strike each. Ling Feng spoke softly. "But my goal is not to draw out your second move. My goal is to defeat you with one." Linghu Yudao was arrogant. Ling Feng, even more so! Had Ling Feng been in peak condition, such a claim might have been possible. But now, drained and battered, he still dared to speak of a one-move victory against the Calamity God of War? How could anyone be this mad? The audience was stunned. Eyes widened so far it was as if they would fall from their sockets. "Good. I like that pride. At last, I am no longer alone!" Linghu Yudao laughed to the sky. Above his head, six glowing inscriptions floated into the air. The inscription of space blazed to life! Then came five more, shining in gold, wood, water, fire, and earth! Six completely different elemental inscriptions wove together to form an intricate net. Now it was clear why Linghu Yudao was so unmatched. The five elements. The power of space! With talent , who among his peers could possibly stand against him?