Chapter 569: A Battle Beyond Limits

How did he do that!?

Clearly! Lord Ye Ze Ming must have sacrificed all defenses for speed! He traded every attribute for unparalleled agility, and his superlative, unflappable judgment repeatedly granted him a chance to strike!

Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Such a fearsome combat instinct is nothing short of art!

Unable to hold back, he stood up. A Military Third-Stage Awakener—who should have been hostile toward Yenir—now stared at the projection with feverish intensity.

The more he watched, the more excited he became. Overcome with enthusiasm, he even felt an overwhelming urge to prostrate himself in reverence.

As one of the few in the Japanese Military still tasked with hunting mutants, he realized the moment he witnessed Yenir’s fighting style that this was exactly what his fellow Awakeners had been longing for!

Art! Perfection! Precision! Ruthlessness!

Like a precise surgery, he exploited his one slight advantage to toy with his enemy effortlessly!

Such a combat technique—it’s everything he had ever dreamed of achieving!

Why should an Awakener’s strength always be inferior to that of a mutant?! If everyone could fight like this, even the most terrifying monster would be nothing! Levels would cease to be the only measure of power!

In his excitement, scores of Military Awakeners in the audience also stood up, gazing at the high-speed figure on screen as if admiring an idol.

Perhaps it’s a trait unique to the Japanese Battle Zone, but at that moment, they all felt an irresistible urge to kneel in homage.

When it comes to the strong, they feel both an innate fear and respect!

No doubt, even if Lord Zemei’s strength wasn’t yet at the level of a true powerhouse, his combat skills and awareness alone were enough to enshrine him in military legend!

However, unlike the rather simplistic mindset of regular soldiers, numerous high-ranking Self-Defense Forces officers suddenly wore expressions of deep complexity.

If this continues, who dares say that Yenir isn’t number one!?

If that Human-Faced Insect is truly killed…

With such an enormous gap, no matter how thick-skinned they are, none could claim that the strongest Divine Warrior is Yamato Teng!

This is on an entirely different level!

“Sir! Shall we call off the match? This cannot go on any longer!”

He reacted quickly.

A visibly panicked Middle-Aged Man didn’t waste a moment, dashing to his superior and whispering urgently.

Mind you, the ‘match’ had barely begun a few seconds ago. Over at Yamato Teng and Gloved Fighter’s side, the battle was still in its probing phase, with both cautiously circling one another, unaware of events beyond.

Under ordinary circumstances, this tactic would pose no problem.

But compared to Yenir’s display, it was as if they were being utterly dominated!

In the minds of many, Yamato Teng—once seen as promising and praiseworthy—now, with his overly cautious probing, looked more like a clown, adding insult to injury.

What a joke… Lord Zemei’s side is almost done for with that Human-Faced Insect…

Those two were still hopping around like monkeys, and the battle wouldn’t be over for at least a few more minutes!

Call off the match? Force a tie and then hand the win to Yamato Teng?

Listening to his subordinates’ urgent reminders, the top decision-maker in charge of this Divine Warrior selection was in deep inner conflict.

He stole a glance at the distant Self-Defense Forces high command, then at Yamamoto and the Cabinet Minister on the other side.

He could tell that both sides were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene.

Clearly, Yenir’s astonishing performance had exceeded everyone’s expectations. At that moment, they were witnessing a textbook display, utterly speechless!

If he called off the match now, he might gain enormous favor with that general… but can it really be stopped?

His face contorted in struggle; he truly had no idea what to do.

Too many eyes were fixed on this duel.

He himself thought that forcibly ending the match would be utterly laughable.

Even the Japanese Authorities need to maintain some dignity.

Especially since…

Instinctively, he looked up again at Yenir—whose armor on the Human-Faced Insect was being relentlessly battered—and a deep, inexplicable fear welled up inside him.

An SSS+ Level Talent whose combat skills and awareness are nothing short of divine.

With such a flawless genius and terrifying potential, did he really dare to cross him?

He had no doubt that if his opponent achieved Peak Third-Stage, there would be no question that he would be the strongest force in the Japanese Battle Zone—a historically unparalleled genius!

When it came time to settle scores, he wouldn’t be able to withstand the blow…

A rising supernova—perhaps even that general would hesitate to cross him.

Peerage can be formidable, but once personal combat power reaches a certain level, it becomes equally terrifying!

“Stop talking!”

“Let’s just pretend we know nothing!”

He took a deep breath.

After weighing his options, the in-charge decided to play dumb—he simply didn’t dare to call off the match early.

There was no choice—the gap in strength was simply too vast. No amount of favoritism, let alone cheating, could make up for it!

Perhaps finally convinced that a semblance of fairness had been achieved, he let out a sigh of relief and turned his gaze back to the projection.

Putting aside the scheming and calculations behind this Divine Warrior selection, he had to admit—this super genius’ performance was truly breathtaking.

Simply too strong! He was probably even mightier than Huaguo’s top-tier fighters!

With serious training and the nation’s full commitment of resources, he might even revive the empire’s glory—sweeping across Asia!

Amid a mix of complex emotions throughout the arena, Yenir’s battle was gradually drawing to a close.

Under the tense, breathless gaze of everyone present, Yenir suddenly shifted to a position directly above the Human-Faced Insect’s head.

After a burst of intersecting silver light flashed across—like a butcher’s swift carve—a large section of the Human-Faced Insect’s relentlessly attacked spine was torn away, revealing a hardened shell.

In the next moment, a fierce shout rang out as Yenir, wielding his swords in a reverse grip, erupted with a thrust that pierced the creature’s spine!

In an instant, filthy blood spurted skyward from its spine.

Accompanied by the Human-Faced Insect’s convulsions and struggles in its final moments, Yenir—clutching a sword impaled in the creature—clung on like a ship in a storm, refusing to let go no matter how desperately the beast writhed.

“SAAAA!!!”

As the agonizing chirps of the insect faded and finally died away, Yenir, drenched in tainted blood, slowly stood up and with a soft sound withdrew the Longsword that had been driven into the creature’s brain.

Bloodstained from head to toe and emitting a sizzling sound, corrosive blood dripped off him.

From afar, he looked like a butcher emerging from hell.

“Ding. Special scene over. Third-Stage Advanced Mutant: Human-Faced Insect.”

“Death!”

The cold system prompt sounded.

In an instant, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Even as Yenir appeared somewhat disheveled from the Human-Faced Insect’s final struggles—with smoke billowing from his body and his skin scorched black—

he looked as if, having shed all defenses, he could no longer withstand even the corrosive effects of his own blood.

The rapid heaving of his chest and his gasping breaths clearly indicated that Yenir had reached his limit.

Yet, paradoxically, this only added to his overwhelming impact.

He really…killed it…!!

An overleveled kill! He’s nearly two levels above!

Closing the battle in just nineteen seconds! Such terrifying efficiency is simply unbelievable.

Exclamations and bitter tones filled the air.

When a performance bordering on the miraculous unfolded, from top Japanese officials to minor faction leaders, everyone stood up in unison, gazing at Yenir—who was slowly exiting the special arena—as if watching a living legend.

No one dared speak loudly; it was as if everyone was witnessing history in that moment.

Seconds later, as Yenir’s figure slowly emerged from the central arena, not only did someone take the initiative—the applause erupted instantly and continued relentlessly.

At the same time, even the Self-Defense Forces’ General Yamato Cheng simply sighed in silence before turning and leaving.

He had paid a huge price, forcing various factions to compromise while providing every possible piece of equipment and support to Yamato Teng.

Under an almost unjust ‘duel’, he had assumed that Yamato Teng would smoothly secure the title of First Divine Warrior.

But now it seems…

When pitted against raw talent and genius, some things simply cannot prevail.

“A crushing display of power… truly overpowering…”

Shaking his head in resignation, the man turned and left, his indifference extending even to Yamato Teng, who was still in the match.

There was nothing left to watch—the Divine Warrior selection had clearly become nothing more than a personal showcase for this super genius.

This battle…

It left him utterly convinced.

“Lord Zemei! How are you?! Medical team! Dammit, get the medical team in here now!”

With a roar, he dashed off.