Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

"Ninth-grade bloodline?"

Qingniao raised an eyebrow and clicked on Yan Ning's detailed information.

The battle log is clear at a glance:

328 victories, all against opponents of eight stars or below, with the time taken almost all within ten seconds.

No extraordinary secret methods were used.

Areas not shown.

He has never fought against a nine-star player.

"Instantly killing low-star characters indicates that their basic combat power far exceeds that of ordinary planetary-level ninth-tier characters."

However, without high-star battle records, it is impossible to assess the potential.

Ninth-class bloodline…

The genetic potential is limited; it's likely that it only has strong initial explosive power, but lacks staying power.

Qingniao marked Yan Ning's file as "Under Observation" with the note:

The winning streak is decent, but there's a lack of high-star match data.

The ninth-tier bloodline's upper limit is questionable; it's recommended to accumulate 600 consecutive wins before further evaluation.

He closed Yan Ning's file and continued browsing the next item.

He makes hundreds of similar marks every day.

......

"Iron Hammer," the observer at the Giant Axe Arena, is also looking at the rankings.

His standards are even stricter than those of Virtual Universe.

The Giant Axe Arena needs fighters who can survive life-or-death battles, not these hothouse flowers.

Even if the virtual universe can almost perfectly simulate death.

But fake is fake.

No matter what, one cannot truly experience death, so the practical reference value of the decisive battle space is not particularly high.

It's simply about selecting talent that's easy to use.

"Yan Ning? Never heard of him."

Iron Hammer flipped through the combat logs.

"All low-star characters were instantly killed? Not a single hard-fought battle? This kind of data is the least valuable. When you encounter a truly tough opponent, you might not even be able to withstand a single move."

He wrote a comment after Yan Ning's name:

[A master at dominating weaker opponents; the toughest battles are unknown. We suggest observing their performance against nine-star players in future matches.]

Followed by.

Another "X" was marked.

......

The observer at the Ganwu Dojo, "Moyu," is relatively mild-mannered.

In his early thirties, he was at the ninth level of the Planetary Realm.

His cultivation speed isn't top-tier.

But as a ninth-grade bloodline, it is definitely not slow.

and.

For someone with the ninth-class human bloodline to reach this level, it means they either had a miraculous encounter or possessed extremely strong willpower.

"A 328-game winning streak, all of which were instant kills, shows that his true combat strength far exceeds that of an eight-star player."

But why not challenge the Nine Stars?

Is it a lack of confidence, or are they waiting for something?

Mo Yu wrote in her notebook:

[Potential undetermined; continued monitoring is recommended. If they can defeat a nine-star player, they could be considered a Tier 3 elite candidate.]

Three forces, three attitudes.

But one thing is certain: Yan Ning is not qualified yet.

Yan Ning was unaware of the comments made by the observers.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He only knew one thing: Keep fighting!

......

match.

Opponent: Peak Eight-Star Warrior.

Yan Ning glanced at the other party's race; it was another rock race, even larger than the previous one, with a metallic sheen all over its body.

"Ninth-grade bloodline?"

"Over 300 consecutive wins? Not bad luck, but it'll end here when you meet me."

The countdown has ended.

Yan Ning did not give him the chance to show "that's the end".

360 blades transformed into a silver torrent; the battle ended in three seconds.

[328 wins → 329 wins]

......

match.

Peak eight-star, a spiritual master.

The opponent controlled 120 blades, forming a defensive barrier in front of him.

Yan Ning's blade flow directly crushed through, shattering the barrier, scattering the blades, and turning the opponent into specks of light.

[330 wins]

......

match.

Eight-star peak, martial artist, constant-star secret technique, imposing aura.

Yan Ning didn't even use the sword style.

He took a step forward and slammed his right fist into the opponent's chest. The sound of bones cracking was crisp, and the man was sent flying.

Pure physical numerical superiority!

[332 wins]

......

One match after another.

An opponent at the peak of the eight-star level is no different from him.

Sold out instantly.

Sold out instantly.

It sold out instantly!

The winning streak kept jumping: 340, 350, 360, 370…

But Yan Ning discovered that the matching speed was getting slower and slower.

It's not that there's no one, but rather that eight-star peak players have started refusing challenges!

"It's him again? That madman with the ninth-grade bloodline? No way, going there will only be a waste of time."

"Over 300 consecutive wins, all instant kills. This kind of person is either pretending to be weak while actually being strong, or hiding their true strength."

"Stay away and let him fight the Nine Stars."

Yan Ning frowned slightly as he watched the "Other party declined invitation" messages keep popping up on the matchmaking screen.

"It seems that we have no choice but to fight the Nine Stars."

He pulled up the list of nine-star contestants and began sending challenge invitations to them one by one.

result...

Luo Qing: No.

Reason: Low-star players were not followed.

......

Shadow Killer: Refusal.

Reason: Not interested.

......

Iron Bones: Refusal.

Reason: I'll come back when you've achieved a 600-win streak.

......

Bloodhand: Refusal.

Reason: Wasting time.

......

Jin Tong: No.

Reason: Avoid playing against players from outside the field.

......

One rejection message after another poured in like cold water.

Yan Ning was not angry.

He understands that the time of nine-star players is precious, and they prefer to compete against geniuses of the same level or in their respective fields to hone their skills.

In their eyes, a "ninth-grade bloodline" who fought his way up from a low-level star was not worth wasting time on.

"Then let's continue clearing the eight stars!"

Yan Ning was not discouraged. "I'll keep clearing out all eight-star opponents until none are willing to fight!"

The matching process restarted.

This time, the rejection rate for those at the peak of the eight-star level was even higher, but there were always some who refused to believe it.

......

The 380th match.

An eight-star peak-level Insectoid warrior, whose entire body is covered in armor as hard as iron, claims to be "invincible in defense".

Yan Ning slashed, and the carapace shattered!

......

The 390th match.

A human mentalist at the peak of the eighth star level, wielding 150 blades, claims to have an "exquisite blade array".

Yan Ning's 360 blades crushed through, and the blade formation collapsed instantly!

......

The 400th match.

Yan Ning stood on the dueling platform, his winning streak had jumped to exactly four hundred.

in the hall.

Finally, people are starting to re-examine the name.

"Four hundred consecutive wins... all instant kills of peak eight-star players. Is this guy really something? Can anyone go and find out?"

There are still no records of nine-star battles.

But the fact that he could instantly kill four hundred peak eight-star fighters indicates that his combat strength is at least at the nine-star level.

"Ninth-grade bloodline, nine-star combat power... Interesting."

"What's so interesting about that? Without a domain and top-tier secret techniques, you'll still have to kneel before a true nine-star powerhouse."

"Then we'll see when he challenges the Nine Stars. If he dares to do so, I'd like to see the outcome."

Yan Ning ignored the comments.

He glanced at the time, then at the winning streak.

"Four hundred consecutive wins are not enough."

"continue!"

He opened the list of nine-star contestants again.

This time, instead of sending invitations to the top stars, he selected several contestants who were ranked lower and had only recently been promoted to nine stars.

The challenge has been issued.

wait.

After a while.

A reply popped up.

[Nine-Star Contestant - Bone Spur: Accept the Challenge]

[Time: Tomorrow]

The system will automatically match at that time.

Yan Ning breathed a sigh of relief; finally, someone had accepted the challenge.

"They're here."

He exited the duel space and sat down cross-legged.

Tomorrow, his first battle against the Nine Stars.

If he wins, he will truly come into the observers' view.

If we lose, we have to start all over again.

"Nine Stars..."

"Let me see just how strong you really are!"

On the light screen in the lobby.

His winning streak ended at 400, ranking him 78th on the winning streak leaderboard.

The dozens of people ahead of him each had hundreds more wins than him.

But Yan Ning knew that the numbers would change.

And very quickly!