On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Bebeli transformed into a dazzling golden light, his entire body changing shape within the light, attaching itself to Mamaka's right fist and legs, becoming a pair of heavy combat boots and a powerful fist hammer.

This is a unique combined combat technique of the Rorou tribe. The power of the two people is perfectly integrated at this moment, and Mamaka's offensive and defensive capabilities are instantly upgraded to a higher level.

With another target in mind, we must be more cautious.

Mamaka raised his horned shield with his left hand, his steady gaze locking onto the two Mirons approaching him.

The Eight Extremes Heaven is known as the strongest fighting technique in the universe. Although they have never seen it in person, they have heard of it before.

The former commander of the Rorowu tribe was defeated by a man who seemed to be using the Eight Extremes Heaven technique.

Unexpectedly, after many years, this legendary fighting technique reappeared before them.

The thought flashed through Mamaka's mind for a moment. He calmed himself down and decided to proceed cautiously, prioritizing stability.

In the third level of space, three figures moved rapidly in and out of each other, with explosions constantly occurring.

Mi Long's two clones moved back and forth in the narrow combat area like two golden lightning bolts. Each punch was filled with the explosive power unique to Bajitian, and the air was torn apart by the fists, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Mamaka, on the other hand, was like a sturdy iron tower. His horn shield moved constantly in front of him, accurately blocking attacks from two directions. His fists and hammers occasionally counterattacked with great force, slamming into the ground and creating a crater several meters wide.

The pace was intense and fast, and the spectators could barely see the three people's movements; they could only see the golden and gray light and shadow constantly colliding and separating.

The boots and fists that Bebeli transformed into perfectly matched Mamaka's offensive and defensive rhythm.

On the top floor, Kalia could see the battle below through a holographic projection.

His gaze followed the two golden afterimages of Milon, his tone tinged with a hint of emotion:

"It's really troublesome for ordinary people without rainbow stones to become stronger. I've also heard of the Eight Extremes Heaven; it takes many years and countless hardships to learn it."

Sardine held a glass of red wine that his subordinate had just handed him, gently swirling the liquid inside. "That's natural. After all, free spirits and people like Rorowu who are born with abilities are a tiny minority. Ordinary people naturally have to work harder to gain power."

He took a sip of red wine, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Sardine clearly trusts Milon's abilities more, and is determined to secure this collaboration.

In the few minutes they talked, they had already exchanged blows thousands of times on the third floor.

Mamaka was constantly suppressed by the two Milon, and injuries began to appear on his body.

But he didn't panic. The name "Mamaka the Unlucky" wasn't given lightly. He was waiting for an opening.

In the instant that Milon charged forward from the front, Mamaka finally caught that fleeting opening.

He suddenly changed direction with his left hand, not blocking, but reaching out to grab Milon's arm.

Having long since adapted to Milon's speed, Mamaka's grab was so precise it was as if he had practiced it a thousand times. He gripped Milon's wrist with his five fingers and slammed his fist down with his other hand.

"Sealing Mountain!" The fist and hammer slammed into Mi Long with the force of Mount Tai, slamming him into the ground with a loud bang.

The ground was smashed open, creating a huge crater, and Milon was buried under rubble and mud.

The other Milon, unable to switch back due to its main body being restrained, flashed twice in the air and then disappeared.

Mamaka stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at the figure deeply embedded in the soil at the bottom, and said in a deep voice, "You just said that we created the kneeling Milon. You're probably mistaken; we've never seen you before."

Milong, at the bottom of the pit, shook off the surrounding gravel and soil, and slowly stood up by supporting himself with his hands.

He did not answer Mamaka's question, but instead assumed the starting stance of the Eight Extremes Heaven, his palms flying back and forth as he began to counterattack.

Three-Step Thousand-Layer Milling!

His palms struck Mamaka's fists rapidly, alternating between them, each contact creating a high-frequency vibration on the metal surface.

As Mi Long struck out with his palm, he said, "Once upon a time, there was a brother and sister who lived a peaceful life in a place called Mido Star."

When Mamaka heard the words "Mido Star," the horn shield in his hand paused slightly.

These three words unlocked memories that had been sealed away for many years.

Mido Star is a very small planet with scarce resources and a sparse population, and it was not originally intended to be a target of attack.

The Kororou people suspected that enemies were lurking there, so they sent a reconnaissance squad to investigate.

Later, somehow, the reconnaissance turned into a firefight, which then escalated into a full-blown conflict.

After the war subsided, there were very few people left on that small planet.

But what does this have to do with Milon kneeling down?

Milon continued, his slapping rhythm undiminished: "When Rorou brought the flames of war, my brother lost his will in the face of fear, and instead of taking care of his sister who was crying for help, he fled alone."

"After the war ended, the remorseful brother learned that his sister had been rescued by the Alliance Guard along with other residents. From then on, he searched everywhere for her. But the universe is too vast, and finding a girl is almost impossible."

"To this end, the older brother went so far as to lie and try to portray himself as a hero, hoping that his younger sister would see it as soon as possible and return to her brother's side."

"Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick, leaving behind only the even more shameful name of kneeling Milon!"

The layers of grinding were repeated tens of thousands of times, and the vibration frequency superimposed on the Mamaka fist hammer had reached a terrifying number.

Milon's roar exploded across the arena: "Boom!"

The fist on Mamaka's arm exploded instantly!

The impact sent Mamaka flying, crashing into the edge of the field and leaving a long ditch.

Bebeli, who had transformed into a war hammer and boots, was forced out of the possessed state and returned to human form, falling awkwardly next to Mamaka.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the two helped each other to their feet.

Mamaka wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Milon in front of him:

"Apologizing now won't make up for your pain. But it is precisely so that this kind of thing will never happen again that the Rorou tribe has sworn to stay away from war."

"If you let those pirates succeed, more people will suffer the same pain as you."

"Have you been blinded by the past, unable to distinguish right from wrong?"

Behind Milong's thick glasses, his gaze remained icy: "It's enough to see clearly who you want to defeat."

"In that case, let's continue. We have reasons not to back down." Mamaka turned to look at Bebeli beside him: "Bebeli, can you still hold on with that move?"

"Come on!" Bebeli gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

"War God Weapon - Battle Armor!" the two shouted simultaneously.

This time, unlike their previous fusion, the two transformed into golden light, coalescing into a complete golden humanoid armor.

The armor was shimmering with light, and the helmet had a pair of curved bull horns. The left hand held a horned shield, and the right hand gripped a giant hammer that was several times larger than before.

The ability to wield battle armor is not something every Rorou can master.

Ordinary War God weapons only require two people to work together, with one person acting as the weapon and the other wielding it.

Battle armor, on the other hand, is completely different. It requires a pair of partners who have worked together for many years and have trained hard. Both of them must integrate their fighting rhythm into their instincts and achieve complete synchronization at the moment of merging.