Swallowing the Stars: Only in my later years did I come to the life-spending panel.

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[You have defeated your opponent. Do you wish to continue?]

The cold, impersonal system notification echoed against the backdrop of the vast, boundless starry sky.

"Continue! Of course, continue!"

With a flash of white light, Zhou Mu's physical condition instantly returned to its peak, while a hundred meters away, the white-haired man with a cold face and holding a deep purple lightning spear once again solidified.

Despite having the same cultivation level and the same understanding of the laws, Zhou Mu's state of mind was completely different at this moment.

"Let's fight!"

Zhou Mu roared and charged forward with his spear.

The spear moved like a dragon, its lightning contained within a single point at the tip, with not a trace of excess energy leaking out. The white-haired man's eyes remained unmoved as he thrust forward.

The two spears clashed again, but this time, Zhou Mu was no longer passively defending and looking for weaknesses; his spear technique now contained an extreme and resolute determination.

This is a fighting style that disregards life and death.

In the 150th move, Zhou Mu risked having his left arm shredded to pierce the white-haired man's skull with a single shot.

[You have defeated your opponent. Do you wish to continue?]

"continue!"

Time seemed to lose its meaning in the killing space; a day, ten days, a month, half a year...

Zhou Mu was completely immersed in this intense life-or-death struggle. He was like a piece of raw iron, constantly being hammered, tempered, and impurities removed under the white-haired man's hammer, which had been forged and refined over countless trials.

His marksmanship became increasingly concise and deadly. The originally vast lightning domain and the application of the fundamental laws were gradually compressed by him, and finally perfectly integrated into every ordinary swing and thrust.

From mutual destruction at the beginning, to a gruesome victory with severed limbs; from killing with serious injuries to killing with minor injuries...

Until one day more than a year later.

In the starry sky, the white-haired man transformed into a bolt of purple lightning and charged forward. His spear shadow split into millions of lightning phantoms, sealing off all of Zhou Mu's escape routes.

This strike, which was enough to instantly kill an ordinary peak-level cultivator, appeared as slow as stillness in Zhou Mu's eyes.

Zhou Mu stood still, without even adopting a defensive stance.

He only slightly turned his body just as the thousands of gun shadows were about to touch him.

"Sizzle—"

A tiny, extremely faint purple flash of lightning streaked across the starry sky.

The white-haired man's body froze in mid-air, and the thousands of spear shadows instantly dissipated. A small blood hole had appeared between his eyebrows, its edges charred black by the violent lightning power.

Zhou Mu slowly retracted the spear in his hand, his breathing rhythm remaining perfectly steady.

One fatal blow!

Watching the white-haired man's corpse turn into white light and dissipate, Zhou Mu let out a long breath.

He knew that this mirrored opponent was no longer of any use to him; his combat instincts and his skills in applying the laws of lightning had completely surpassed simple data simulation.

"Exit the killing space."

With a thought, Zhou Mu instantly transformed the surrounding starry sky, returning to the massive hall of the killing arena, comparable to a city.

The hall was bustling with noise, as countless martial artists and mentalists from the Black Dragon Mountain Empire and other star regions gathered here.

Zhou Mu didn't linger and walked straight towards the huge passageway deep in the hall that shimmered with dazzling light.

The decisive battle will take place in the space, where his current strength will truly be demonstrated and rank within the universe.

"Number Seven, requesting battle matchmaking."

Zhou Mu stood on an empty arena and gave instructions to the intelligent auxiliary computer.

【Successful match! 】

[Current opponent: Planetary-level Tier 3 martial artist, Rank: 3 stars, Win rate: 72%]

A flash of white light appeared, and a burly lion-man wielding a giant axe appeared on the opposite side of the arena.

Upon seeing Zhou Mu's somewhat thin frame, the lion-man grinned cruelly: "Kid, you've got to be kidding yourself..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom!"

The lion-man's vision suddenly spun, and he didn't even see how Zhou Mu made his move. He only saw a thin wisp of purple lightning magnify in his pupils before his consciousness was plunged into endless darkness.

[Battle over, Zhou Mu wins!]

"Next."

Zhou Mu remained expressionless and continued the matchmaking process.

......

Sold out instantly!

Sold out instantly!

It sold out instantly!

No matter whether the opponent is a master of telekinesis or a martial artist with special defensive techniques, none of them can withstand a single move from Zhou Mu.

That spear, formed from condensed lightning, was like a scythe in the hand of death. It had no fancy movements, only extreme speed and absolute penetrating power with its domain compressed to the extreme.

Ten consecutive wins, one hundred consecutive wins, five hundred consecutive wins...

Zhou Mu's name began to spread like wildfire in the same level area of ​​the Black Dragon Mountain Starfield Battle Space. More and more people spent money to flock to his spectator seats, trying to see where this suddenly appearing evil star came from.

"That's outrageous! Kuiper is a genius swordsman who has mastered the Wind Domain, and he was killed in one shot?!"

"Just how strong is this person? Is he really a third-tier Celestial Star?"

When Zhou Mu smashed the chest of his 999th opponent with the butt of his gun, nine dazzling gold stars lit up on his battle record panel.

[Match successful for the 1000th match! Opponent's information is hidden.]

Battlegrounds, a desolate wasteland map.

When Zhou Mu achieved his 1,000th consecutive victory, almost all of which were instant kills, and his personal panel displayed the "ten-star" achievement, a feat never before accomplished in the Black Dragon Mountain Killing Arena and representing the highest honor in the decisive battle space, the stands erupted in cheers. Such a record was enough to attract the attention of some important figures throughout the entire Black Dragon Mountain Empire's virtual universe network.

The battle continues.

The scene shifts, and Zhou Mu stands atop a dilapidated skyscraper. Opposite him, a handsome bald young man in a spotless white robe appears out of thin air.

A faint blue aura surrounded the youth.

"You're very good."

The white-robed youth hovered in mid-air, looking down at Zhou Mu with a scrutinizing arrogance in his eyes. "Having achieved a ten-star record of a thousand consecutive victories, you're worthy of me drawing my sword..."

"Noisy."

Zhou Mu's eyes turned cold, and the solid alloy roof beneath his feet suddenly shattered.

He transformed into a streak of purple lightning, hurtling forward at extreme speed, the air crackling with sonic booms.

The white-haired youth's expression changed drastically. His proud domain, which had just stepped into the threshold of the Wind Origin Law, was torn apart by a spear shrouded in an aura of destruction.

puff!

The thunderous spear pierced the youth's left chest, and the violent lightning law instantly destroyed his life force.

The white-robed youth reappeared at the resurrection point, his face ashen. He hadn't even realized how he had died, and defiantly launched another challenge.

The second time, the white-robed youth learned his lesson and created distance, attempting to launch a long-range attack using his telekinetic weapon.

However, Zhou Mu merely sneered and suddenly hurled the spear in his hand. The spear transformed into a lifelike thunder dragon in mid-air, its speed far exceeding that of the telekinetic weapon, directly pinning it to the ground.