Rasengan? Even a Dog Wouldn’t Knead It! What I Knead Is Rasengan!

As he watched the Truth-Seeking Orb Rasenshuriken fly toward him, Motiān’s expression remained unchanged.

Without Brahma beside him making any move, the six terrifying Truth-Seeking Orb Rasenshuriken came to a halt in midair.

No, they had not stopped in place.

Rather…

"Space is extending infinitely?"

Lu Su frowned slightly and could not help muttering.

It was like a reality that could never be reached. Though the Truth-Seeking Orb Rasenshuriken had visually closed in on Motiān’s face, the distance between them continued to stretch like an insurmountable chasm.

It looked somewhat like Satoru Gojo’s Limitless Technique, but it was actually far stronger.

Unfortunately, this move was ineffective against Lu Su.

The Soul King slightly raised his right hand and pointed toward Motiān. The space that had been continuously stretching between the handsome man and the Truth-Seeking Orb Rasenshuriken immediately began shrinking at high speed.

Noticing this, Motiān was briefly stunned. He had not expected Brahma’s technique to be broken so easily.

Boom—!

Vast energy suddenly erupted, instantly swallowing the spot where Motiān stood.

Brahma had acted. The old man had detonated the Truth-Seeking Orb Rasenshuriken thrown by Uzumaki Naruto in advance.

Lu Su naturally knew that this could not possibly hurt his opponent. He merely said calmly, "Twenty seconds."

As soon as he spoke, the smoke from the explosion vanished without a trace, revealing an eager Motiān.

The Soul King was stronger than he had expected, but that was fine. This was exactly what he wanted to see.

"Lu Su."

"Perhaps you really can last one minute against me."

Before Motiān could finish speaking, Brahma attacked again.

But—

Crack—

A crisp shattering sound rang out, and the world fractured like a mirror.

At some unknown point, Aizen, who had already evolved to the sixth stage, had used Mirror Flower, Water Moon.

Yet this ultimately could not deceive the Hall of Fame Grade Card Brahma.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

In the blink of an eye, the world shattered three times, and Motiān and Brahma arrived at the reality they sought.

"There’s no need to use such petty tricks."

The four-headed, four-armed God of Creation slightly closed his eyes. Then the Sutra in one of his hands began flipping rapidly.

Countless scriptures appeared within the chaotic space that had become a starry sky. The most ancient book of knowledge was filling this virtual universe with everything it recorded.

Humans, Asura, gods.

Mythical Armaments, technological weapons.

Those that should exist and those that should not all began to take shape.

In an instant, the once-dead universe became lively.

Motiān had indeed kept his promise to use only Brahma’s one card, but everything happening now had rendered that promise meaningless.

Though the overwhelming majority of beings created by the God of Creation did not even reach Master Grade, their numbers alone were enough to drive anyone into despair.

Fortunately, Lu Su also had quite a few cards. Even when facing an endless sea of false enemies, he could hold them off for a while.

After all, he only needed to last one minute, and there were only thirty seconds left.

At the moment, only two Master Grade Cards remained beside Lu Su: Uzumaki Naruto and the Soul King.

A puff of white smoke rose, and Uzumaki Naruto split into countless figures before charging toward Motiān.

But unfortunately, the Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu, so effective in the Naruto world, clearly could not deceive Brahma’s eyes.

As puff after puff of white smoke drifted out, the vast number of Uzumaki Naruto on the field was instantly reduced to a single person.

The blond youth, now exposed in his true form, naturally could not touch Brahma.

Thud—!

In an instant, Uzumaki Naruto vanished from Lu Su’s sight like a meteor.

Yet Lu Su felt no panic. In terms of defense alone, Uzumaki Naruto in Six Paths State, who could forcibly withstand Kaguya Otsutsuki’s Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack, could not possibly be so fragile.

But even knowing that Uzumaki Naruto had not dissipated under Brahma’s attack, Motiān could not be bothered to care about him.

For one thing, in his eyes, the opponent was merely a Master Grade Card. For another, the minute was nearly over.

At Motiān’s signal, Brahma slightly tipped the water pot in one hand, and Boundless Water poured forth from the void.

The water within Brahma’s water pot represented the beginning of all things and encompassed everything.

Since it could nurture life, it could undoubtedly destroy everything as well.

It was like Great Ming’s two mother rivers. Throughout every dynasty, they had ruthlessly battered the Empires upon this land—at best, bursting their banks and flooding thousands of miles; at worst, turning coastal cities directly into their own river mouths.

And the Boundless Water pouring from the void now was a hundred times more ferocious.

Watching the towering waves surge at him from all directions, Lu Su could not help frowning slightly.

Seeing this, the Soul King stepped forward and stood in front of him.

Then, before the strongest being in the Soul Reaper world even made a visible move, the towering waves about to swallow Lu Su froze in the void.

Creak, creak—

Faint grinding sounds echoed. If anyone looked closely, they would discover that the space at the edges of the massive waves suspended in the void was continuously trembling.

Clearly, even the Soul King was struggling greatly against Brahma’s attack.

But he had never needed to defeat his opponent. He only needed to delay for one minute.

Besides.

"What powerful cards, Lu Su." Motiān wore an expression of certain victory. "Unfortunately, if this is all the strength you have, you’ll still be the one who loses this sparring match today."

As soon as the handsome man finished speaking, the waves bound in place pressed toward Lu Su once more.

At that moment, he saw a flash of azure light in the Soul King’s eyes.

As a Hall of Fame Card Master, Motiān instantly sensed that something was wrong.

Whoosh—!

A piercing sound of something tearing through the air suddenly came from behind him.

It was Uzumaki Naruto.

"Still planning to use that trick?"

Without even turning his head, Motiān raised an eyebrow and spoke mockingly.

As he spoke, Brahma stretched out a hand, preparing to detonate the six rapidly approaching Truth-Seeking Orb Rasenshuriken in advance.

Yet in the next moment, a rapidly spinning Truth-Seeking Orb Rasenshuriken abruptly appeared before Motiān’s face.

Slash—!

Motiān felt a sharp pain in his cheek. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a huge orange-yellow attack fly past his ear into the distance.

He was injured.

The Hall of Fame Card Master of the Mughal Empire looked at Lu Su in disbelief. "How is that possible?!"

But in the next moment, he realized. "It was him!?"

Motiān was referring to the Soul King.

That was right. The Soul King had cut away the distance between that Truth-Seeking Orb Rasenshuriken and Motiān.

Unfortunately, merely doing that had consumed an enormous amount of his spiritual power, and in the end, he had only teleported one.

The time had now reached fifty-nine.

Nine.

Nine.

Time stopped.

Just before Lu Su was about to win.

Motiān had broken his promise not to use time-related abilities.

He raised a hand and slowly wiped away the blood seeping from his cheek, staring at Lu Su with an ugly expression. "Tch."

Even the handsome man, who had approached this with the mindset of playing around, had not expected to be injured.

That was right. If Lu Su had not hurt him, he had not intended to cheat.

But could Lu Su be blamed for fighting back?

Victim blaming was simply too ridiculous.

At this moment, everything in the virtual universe had stopped moving, whether stars or cards.

Motiān looked at Lu Su and the Soul King, who were like statues, and said maliciously, "It was so close."

"You almost won."

As he spoke, he irritably loosened his collar and opened his mouth, intending to say more. "…Tch."

"Forget it."

Motiān found it boring. Things had not unfolded according to his expectations at all.

With a touch of irritation, he glanced at Brahma, signaling him to kill Lu Su.

Just as the four-headed, four-armed God of Creation was about to act, Motiān suddenly noticed the Soul King’s eyeball move.

He naturally could not believe it was an illusion.

Sure enough, as azure light flashed, Lu Su and the Soul King, who had seemed petrified, resumed moving.

Time began flowing for the man and card once more.

Immediately afterward, the entire virtual universe began trembling violently, as if it were about to be torn apart.

No, it was not as if. It was being torn apart.

An enormous rift suddenly appeared beneath Lu Su’s feet.

He allowed himself to fall into it and silently mouthed to Motiān.

"Sixty."

"Game over."

In the next moment, the rift closed, and Lu Su vanished from Motiān’s sight.

The sudden turn of events left the Hall of Fame Card Master frozen in place. He had never imagined that Lu Su could still move freely while time was stopped.

Of course, he knew that the Soul King had merely lifted the Time Stop in a small area around Lu Su, but even so, that card’s strength had exceeded his expectations.

That card’s abilities covered far too much—so much that it seemed capable of doing anything.

Without a doubt, according to their wager, he had lost this sparring match.

Motiān stood there with a grim face, his eyes filled with gloom.

What had begun as a game he had been certain of winning had reached an ending he had never anticipated.

Outside.

After Lu Su and Motiān disappeared, the atmosphere at the scene became strange.

Without question, that minute felt incomparably long to everyone.

At this moment, whether Bai Yueming and the other two Great Ming Master Grade Card Masters or the envoys from various nations, everyone’s thoughts were incredibly complicated.

None of them knew how today would end.

Would Lu Su win? Or would they only see a corpse in the end?

Unease silently gnawed at the hearts of Bai Yueming and the other two.

They regretted letting Lu Su agree to Motiān’s proposal.

Rather than letting Lu Su face that Hall of Fame Card Master alone, it would have been better to fight him directly.

Of course, that was unrealistic.

So long as Bai Yueming and the others calmed down and thought it through, they could only helplessly admit that accepting the challenge had been Lu Su’s best choice.

Otherwise, if Motiān was determined to act recklessly, no one knew what consequences it would bring.

At this moment, Kurumi sat quietly in the seats reserved for Great Ming Card Masters. Her fingers rested on her knees, their knuckles slightly white, while her eyes remained fixed on the place where Lu Su had vanished.

She was not good at expressing her feelings, but she had more initiative than most people.

Just as she had previously gone straight to the Wu Family in Nandu and taken Wu Yun’s head, if anything happened to Lu Su later—

She would not spare her own life either.

Kurumi would fight Motiān to the death, even though, as a Diamond Grade Card Master, she might not even be able to scratch his skin.

The minute soon passed, and everyone tensely watched the situation in the center.

The Great Ming Card Masters naturally prayed that nothing would happen to Lu Su, while the envoys from other nations were thinking about how to flee afterward.

After all, if Lu Su, a high-ranking figure in Great Ming, truly came to harm today, the aftermath clearly would not end peacefully.

Rip—

Then, before everyone’s eyes, a rift suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Lu Su fell out of it.

Seeing that he was completely unharmed, Bai Yueming and the other two immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over. "Xiao Luo, are you alright?"

"How did it go?"

Hearing this, Lu Su, who had only just appeared, briefly steadied his breathing before saying in a low voice, "I won."

"But I don’t know what Motiān will do afterward."

After that brief minute, Lu Su’s understanding of this Golden Embryo had increased greatly.

Rather than a thrill-seeker, he was more like a spoiled child.

The only difference was that this spoiled child had his finger on a nuclear button, so the destruction he could cause far exceeded that of an ordinary spoiled child.

Bai Yueming immediately understood the meaning behind Lu Su’s words. Though he did not know why Motiān had yet to appear, he still raised his guard to the utmost.

After responding to Bai Yueming and the others, Lu Su turned to Kurumi not far away and nodded slightly, signaling that he was fine and telling Senior Disciple Sister not to worry.

Then he looked toward Petrovna on the other side and nodded to the girl as well.

Seeing this, Kurumi relaxed her tense body, and a faint sense of exhaustion washed over her.

The heart she had kept suspended finally settled. That short minute had felt as long as ten thousand years to her.

Lu Su’s subsequent actions, however, did not concern Kurumi.

Meanwhile, when Petrovna saw Lu Su appear, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

A faint smile appeared on her face as she mouthed to Lu Su, "I knew you would win, Lord Lu."

Lu Su could not help but laugh.

However, it was clearly not yet time to pop the champagne. After all, no one knew what Motiān would do next.

After some time, Motiān, who had been nowhere to be seen, finally appeared before everyone.

Yet unlike the calm Lu Su, he was clearly in no good mood. The handsome man’s face was so dark it seemed about to drip with water.

Seeing him like this, the envoys from every nation present realized that what had happened between the two just now had clearly not been pleasant.

More precisely, it had not been pleasant for Motiān.

Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly strange, an emotionless female voice suddenly cut in.

"Motiān, you went too far this time."

"And…"

"A bet is a bet. You lose, you accept it."

It was Catherine.