Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 457 - 310: The True ’Space-Time

Inside the arena.

[21...

20.]

As the countdown reached twenty seconds, a giant white eagle, surrounded by a million miles of frost domain and with a wingspan of over eighty miles, quietly appeared opposite Lor.

"Hmm?!" The giant eagle had just appeared and immediately noticed the dense crowd of spectators outside the arena’s barrier, causing it to momentarily doubt its own judgment.

Yet, no matter how many times it blinked open and closed its eyes, the spectators outside the arena’s barrier not only did not diminish but increasingly multiplied.

...

Outside the arena.

"Hahaha, that guy’s gone crazy from fear!"

"That’s hilarious."

"Pfft~"

"In fact, it’s quite normal; if I got matched with this guy during a one-star challenge, I’d be stunned too."

"Indeed."

"Actually, getting matched with this guy could be considered lucky. In the Vast Crystal Domain, how many Tier Six beings can combat a Tier Six, Nine Stars?"

"Yeah, you reminded me. Later on, I’ll also try matching, just in case I get paired with Space-Time; that’d be a big win."

"I’m in, too."

"Unfortunately, I participated in a star-level challenge only eight hundred years ago."

"Count me in."

...

A crowd of spectators originally watching for amusement was suddenly enlightened by a few, deciding to try matching with Space-Time in a while.

...

In an inconspicuous corner.

"Vina, didn’t you want to battle him?" The Feather Sky Leader looked towards the small Feathered Sky Bird on the left, smiling as he asked, "Would you like to try matching with him?"

"Forget it, the probability of me encountering him is too low, better to see if there’s a chance later." Vina shook her head slightly.

She indeed wished to communicate or battle with Space-Time, but not to the point of losing her reason.

At the same time, the matches ranging from one to six stars occurring in the arena were countless.

Such negligible odds, she did not wish to gamble on.

"Alright, I’ll keep an eye out for you," the Feather Sky Leader smacked her lips, expressing a slight regret.

"Thank you, Mother." Vina nodded, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

...

Inside the arena.

"Are you the progeny of a dominant civilization’s leader?" After a moment, the giant eagle finally accepted reality, awkwardly turning its head to look at Lor standing five million miles in front of him, cautiously asking.

Even an eight-star being starting from scratch in a star-level battle could never attract so many different races to spectate, even a typical nine-star wouldn’t.

Only some special faction Tier Six, Nine Stars and extraordinarily powerful dominant civilization leader’s progeny have the possibility to draw such a crowd.

In comparison, progeny of dominant civilization are more common than the special faction Nine Stars path.

Thus, it instinctively assumed the tiny being opposing it must be a progeny rather than a special faction Tier Six, Nine Stars.

No matter if the being is the former or the latter, it dared not show any disrespect.

"No." Lor smiled, shaking his head.

"Then are you from a special faction Nine Stars expert?" the giant eagle asked bitterly.

Although asking, the tone was filled with certainty.

Because apart from this reason, there was no other possibility.

After millennia of cultivation, it was thinking of garnering more Illusion Dream Value from the star-level challenge.

Yet as soon as it entered, it was matched with such an opponent; what could it win with?

"Consider it so." Lor nodded.

In fact, Tier Six, Nine Stars was not his goal today; he had only one target, which was the Super Limit Battle!

Once victorious in the Super Limit Battle, all spectators present would collectively vote to bestow upon him a new title as the existing Tier Six, Nine Stars no longer suffices.

"My luck..." The giant eagle sighed, seemingly resigned, folding its wings to silently await the countdown’s end, being led out of the arena by the opponent.

[10...

5...

0.]

A moment later, the arena’s countdown reached zero.

"Hoo—"

The giant eagle, initially resigned, swiftly flapped its wings, unleashing a blizzard seemingly able to freeze the void, rapidly attacking Lor five million miles away.

The Tier Six, Nine Stars made no defensive moves, clearly not considering it a threat.

This was quite normal; it didn’t show a hint of fury but rather a bit of glee.

If, by chance, this sneak attack succeeded, the Illusion Dream Value contributed by those watching the opponent’s duel would all fill its pouch.

Such an opportunity, it wouldn’t let pass.

At the same time, five million miles away.

"Interesting." Lor showed a smile, with a mind’s sway, his Virtual and Real Space swiftly enveloping a surrounding area of ten million miles rather than merely replacing the space around him.

"How’s that possible?!" The giant eagle, watching the blizzard that hadn’t left its domain’s coverage yet, eyes widened in shock.

The blizzard that ought to condense and constrict the void suddenly seemed weakened by countless times, unable to affect the surrounding space in the slightest.

Such a scenario to it was utterly enigmatic.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

Before the giant eagle could decipher what was happening, it suddenly noticed the space around it beginning to collapse on its own.

"So it’s a Space faction, able to stabilize the void," the giant eagle felt relieved, ceasing all resistance completely.

To be defeated by a Space faction Tier Six, Nine Stars expert, it was not disgraceful; rather, it was an honor to boast about.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The continually collapsing space showed no pause for the giant eagle’s resignation.

Its domain was effortlessly dismantled by the disintegrating space, its blizzard couldn’t endure even a moment, its body was annihilated instantly.