Challenger, Tyrant Kyle

Two days passed.

Tonight was the long-awaited Champion’s Match! With over half an hour left before it began, the alien residents across the planet erupted into celebration. Some marched through the streets carrying cheering banners, while others piloted spacecraft into the sky. All of them surged toward the Interstellar Duel Arena, fighting for the best viewing spots.

Meanwhile, in the training area of the challenger’s isolation room in the Central Building.

Kyle’s shoulder-length silver hair had been trimmed into a sharp crew cut. Wearing only a pair of shorts, he stood bare-chested, his sturdy, muscular upper body exposed as he warmed up with an enormous barbell. The muscles in his arms bulged as though forged from steel, and he easily lifted the half-ton barbell back and forth as if it were a toy.

"Master, everything is ready," Vis said from around his neck, having transformed into a Paralyzing Nerve Control Device.

"Good." Kyle nodded and casually dropped the barbell. It slammed into the floor with a deafening, heavy boom.

Night Ji, who had just opened the laser security door and entered the isolation room, jumped in fright and let out a startled cry.

Kyle picked up a towel and wiped away his sweat. Raising his eyes to look at Night Ji, he calmly said, "It isn’t mealtime. Why are you here? Aren’t you afraid the Grandmaster’s guards will grow suspicious?"

"You bastard, how can you still be so calm?" Night Ji rolled her eyes at him irritably. Her delicate, fair face revealed no trace of her true age, thanks to the longevity granted by her elf genes.

"Isn’t staying calm better than panicking?" Kyle shrugged and teased her for once.

"I thought you had me provide information so you could find a chance to escape during these two days. The Champion’s Match is about to begin, so why are you still here?" Night Ji was anxious for him. Then her eyes widened as she said in disbelief, "You aren’t really planning to take part in tonight’s Champion’s Match, are you?!"

"Why not?" Kyle narrowed his eyes slightly, as if contemplating something.

Night Ji shook her head. "You’re insane. You’ve really gone insane! You only have such thoughts because you haven’t seen with your own eyes how terrifying the Devil King is."

"No, quite the opposite. It’s precisely because I know how powerful he is that I have to stay." Kyle chuckled, but his face was solemn and serious. His hands quietly clenched into fists; he was far less relaxed than he appeared.

Over the past two days, he and Vis still had not found a concrete, reliable way to break through the Central Building’s layers of defenses and observe or physically contact the Champion Devil King in the other isolation room. However, they had basically learned everything they needed to know from the Venom-symbiote director.

Yet after he tried physically summoning that broken axe here, perhaps because it was only a short distance away, the broken axe displayed a subtle divine reaction toward the creature in the isolation level several floors above.

There was nearly an eighty percent chance that the Champion Devil King’s true identity was a member of the Asgardian race, the race Thor belonged to!

Once he learned that, no matter how dangerous it was—even if he had to make enemies of every creature on the planet—Kyle would remain without hesitation.

Wasn’t this exactly why he had left Earth and entered the stars?!

Asgardian ability cards had always been Kyle’s first choice among Ability Cards. As long as he obtained God Race Gene, his physique would undoubtedly evolve and improve by another level! It would also solve the issue of his body’s genes collapsing and reconstructing due to radiation.

This was a true threshold where one step led to hell and the next to heaven, where danger and opportunity coexisted!

"Everything depends on this." Kyle took a deep breath, his eyes resolute and unwavering as his presence continued to rise.

He had to win!

Even if his enemy was a god, he would not cower or retreat! He would wager his entire future on this battle!

Half an hour later, night fell as scheduled, and the thick darkness blanketed Sakkar Main City below.

At the Interstellar Duel Arena, countless spacecraft and the lights projected by the arena illuminated the surrounding area as brightly as day. Amid the frenzied roars of over a hundred thousand creatures from across the planet, the deafening clamor condensed into tangible waves of sound that crashed against the empty, repaired dueling ground below.

In the audience seats, Anli, her younger brother, and Bai Bo sat together near the front.

"Big Sister Anli, it’s been over two days since then. Still no news about Mr. Kyle?" Bai Bo’s expression was grave. He seemed to have exhausted himself over the past few days, and even his pure white fur had become dull and lifeless.

"I don’t know much either." Anli shook her head helplessly and sighed. "That day, I was driven out of the plaza by the guards too. Although I’ve spent the past two days asking the Sakkar guards for information, the moment they hear Mr. Kyle’s name, they all look terrified and refuse to reveal much. All I know is that Mr. Kyle is still safe for now, but I have no idea where he is."

"What exactly happened that day? Didn’t Mr. Kyle only go to visit the challengers?" Bai Bo gritted his teeth and was about to say more when the lights of the Interstellar Arena flickered. More than a dozen small aircraft flew into the sky above the dueling ground.

"The match is about to begin!"

Bai Bo abruptly changed the subject. Together with Anli and her brother, as well as the countless alien spectators in the stands, he fixed his gaze on the dueling ground.

Amid shimmering light and shadow, the Grandmaster’s image, created by holographic projection aircraft, swept its gaze across the audience. He spread his arms in welcome and smiled. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"

The audience immediately answered with waves of enthusiastic cheers.

The Grandmaster spoke slowly. "I know everyone has been waiting a long time for tonight’s Champion’s Match. However, before the match begins—before we invite out the challenger—I must first tell all of you something extremely important."

Hearing this, the audience consciously lowered their cheers and looked toward the Grandmaster’s projection in confusion.

What could possibly be more important than the Champion’s Match?!

"First, the quarterfinal advancement match will be skipped."

The moment the Grandmaster’s words fell, the audience burst into an uproar, their faces filled with confusion and frustration.

"Don’t be impatient." The Grandmaster smiled and continued, "The reason the quarterfinal advancement match is being skipped is that two days ago, an intruder broke into the Underground Prison and killed all three challengers who had advanced to the quarterfinals!"

"What?!"

The news struck the alien spectators in the stands like a bomb. They were stunned and collectively sucked in a cold breath.

One creature had killed three quarterfinal challengers alone? How was that possible!

"Could it be…" Anli and Bai Bo exchanged looks, their faces equally overwhelmed with shock.

"The intruder’s record undoubtedly proves that he has the strength to challenge the champion defending the arena. Therefore, in this Champion’s Match, that challenger will directly face the Devil King!"

The Grandmaster took a light breath, then raised his voice. "Now, let us welcome tonight’s sole challenger with a round of applause—

‘Tyrant’ Kyle!"