Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Mefilas responded again, and at this moment, he finally stepped completely into Kassadin's trap!

Chapter 131 Suffer for Mefilas, and let Ampera enjoy the blessings.

We've finally gotten to this!

Almost instantly, the five members of the Land of Light's side had a flash in their eyes and turned their heads slightly, looking a little embarrassed. Although the opponents were the evil Alien Empera and the Dark Masters, the fact that they had tricked them and lured them into this trap made them feel somewhat ashamed.

But no matter what, we've worked so hard to get this far in acting, we can't let it all fall apart here!

As a hawk, Kassa was more hard-hearted than the other four. He immediately accepted the challenge and shouted, "Words are meaningless. What makes you say that the new generation of the Emperor's Empire is better than the new generation of our Land of Light?"

"Isn't that simple?"

Mefilas grew increasingly suspicious, yet he argued vehemently, "Let's change the year, pick a time, and under the Emperor's leadership, our Empire will openly confront your foolish Kingdom of Light and wage a real, hard-fought battle. Then you'll see just how weak your Kingdom of Light truly is!"

"Does this really need to be changed to a different year?"

With a wave of his hand, Kasa finally revealed his true colors, and said loudly, "War is too troublesome. There are too many people and too many variables, making it impossible to calculate. It's impossible to see whose new generation is stronger. It's meaningless unless it's a one-on-one fight!"

"After all, who doesn't know the reputation of your Mefilas? If a major war breaks out, and you, Mefilas, resort to any trickery, how can the war be fair?"

"Since you dare to publicly insult the outstanding young men of our Land of Light, there's no need to postpone it. Let's have an open competition this year. Except for the captain and Alien Empera, everyone else will take turns competing. Let's see which side's new generation is stronger in front of the entire galaxy, no, in the entire universe!"

"Don't say I didn't consider the luck factor for your Emperor's Empire. If you lose this time, you can train for five hundred years and then have a second match. We're always ready to play!"

Boom!

Upon hearing this, Mefilas froze, his eyes widening, and he couldn't help but gasp. His intentions were so obvious.

He finally understood!

The Land of Light has clearly realized that the Empire has recently become restless. If the Land of Light continues to maintain its original cautious strategy, it will be impossible to maintain peace between the two sides. Within a few decades, the Second Ultra War will inevitably break out.

In order to stabilize the empire and avoid a major war that would affect the entire galaxy, the Kingdom of Light decided to take this roundabout approach.

No, but that's not right.

Although the Land of Light detests war, it is not the type to cower in fear. It is not the type to compromise and yield even when the enemy's objective is so clear, only to drag things out for a few thousand years at most.

The Land of Light is merely gentle, not cowardly.

Since the Empire has decided to start a war, normally the Land of Light should also fight to the bitter end.

At such a time, the Kingdom of Light should reorganize its forces and strive to resolve the war as quickly as possible, thereby minimizing the adverse effects on other planets and civilizations.

Especially after the hawk Kassapa took office, the Land of Light has become more assertive than before.

There must be some hidden story behind this.

The fact that the Land of Light has to go through so much trouble and take such a roundabout route must mean that there must be some exceptionally beneficial advantage to it.

Is there some secret weapon that would take thousands of years to create?

No, that's not right. With the technology of the Land of Light, no matter what they want to create, there is absolutely no way they could have a technological barrier and manufacturing length that could hold them back for thousands of years. Besides, the Land of Light isn't that keen on creating secret weapons.

The New Generation Competition... wait!

Over the course of 30,000 years, the Land of Light has nurtured the Ultra Brothers, an elite group comparable to their Dark Four Heavenly Kings; it has also produced the three strongest aces, Kassadin, Zoffy, and Max, who were able to defeat the terrifying ultimate powerhouse Rock Advisor with their superhuman strength; and it has also cultivated numerous security personnel.

What if there's a genius hiding in the Land of Light right now?

A new genius who is even more talented than the Ultra Brothers, Zoffy, Max, and even Kasa!

A genius might be able to grow to the threshold of the ultimate level, or even enter the ultimate level, within a mere few thousand years!

If there is indeed such a genius hidden in the Land of Light, then it makes perfect sense that they would deliberately disrupt the balance, create a massive project like the Ultra Constellation that would anger His Majesty the Emperor, and propose a competition between the two forces.

"His Majesty!"

He lived up to his title as one of the wisest sages in the entire universe, as well as his identity as the wise general of the Four Dark Kings, and as the most intellectually outstanding individual of the Mefilas race in the past tens of thousands of years.

Despite the huge information gap at the beginning, once the Land of Light revealed its target, Mefilas quickly traced the origins of Zero and Mebius on the battlefield and realized that he was about to advise the Emperor.

But it's too late.

No matter how clever he is, he is still just a strategist.

Ultimately, the will of the entire Emperor Empire rests on the Emperor aliens. When the Land of Light, under the watchful eyes of the entire universe, gained the upper hand over the Dark Four Heavenly Kings and proposed this idea to the Emperor aliens.

It was too late for Mefilas; there was no longer any chance to salvage the situation.

Because Alien Empera is completely smitten!

"Kid, you're really talking big."

Emperor Alien's voice was deep and majestic. This was the first time since his arrival that he had become interested in the words of someone other than Father of Ultra.

He had never really thought of a martial arts tournament where all members of the Land of Light and the Emperor Empire would have one-on-one matches.

Although the main reason was that his mind had been filled with nothing but Father of Ultra for the past 30,000 years, he had to admit that even if he had such an idea, he would not be able to put it into practice.

Unless Emperor Empera becomes as powerful as the King of Ultra, whose strength is unfathomable and indescribable, he, no matter how powerful, does not have enough ability to organize such a grand event on his own or with the mere Emperor Empera Empire.

However, if it's done in conjunction with the Land of Light, then it can proceed without any obstacles.

Moreover, aside from the factors related to execution, the Alien Empera had to admit that he was very interested in the proposal of this martial arts tournament.

Although he had always looked down on anyone below the ultimate level for 30,000 years ago, the miracle of Father of Ultra suddenly evolving to be equal to him during the battles made him start to have some feelings for the weak.

Especially since thousands of years ago, Kassadin, Zoffy, and Max (who was absent) – these three rising stars of the Land of Light – were able to join forces to kill the ultimate Rock Advisor, this piqued his interest even more.

The weak are not without value. At least, even if one or two weak people are not worth watching, once all kinds of weak people come together, they may produce something that will catch the eye of this dark emperor.

Nothing interesting has happened over the years. Once he defeats Father of Ultra, it will be even more boring, and he'll just have to extinguish stars every day for fun.

If this martial arts tournament continues, even if there's no one left to fight with in the future, at least there will be new entertainment to watch.

On the bright side, if a weaker opponent in a martial arts tournament were to evolve to the ultimate level during the fight, creating a new opponent for you, wouldn't that be even more exciting?

Even putting all that aside, even if it's just to salvage our dignity, this martial arts tournament must be held, and it must be a grand affair. Otherwise, if we end it like this, in other people's eyes, it really will seem like our empire is inferior to the Land of Light.

Absolutely not!

Although the opinions of the weak are meaningless, when it comes to matters related to the Land of Light, even the weak must sincerely believe that Alien Empera is stronger than Father of Ultra, and that his Empera Empire is superior and more powerful than the Land of Light!

"But do you really think that such trivial matters can make me take them to heart?"

The tyrannical imperial aura and dark energy of the Alien Empera roared forth, rushing straight towards Kassa. This terror from the ultimate peak was more powerful and terrifying than any enemy Kassa had ever encountered before.

But no matter how powerful the aura or how terrifying the killing intent, it is useless against any mature Ultra Warrior!

Even with a huge difference in strength, not a single guard would retreat even half a step in front of the enemy, which is why Father of Ultra did not come up to protect them.

Kasa is a mature and excellent warrior, a top pillar in the Land of Light, an instructor for many students, and a senior to many juniors, not a so-called weakling who needs protection and cannot even withstand the aura of a mere Alien Empera!

Kasa stared directly at Alien Emperor, his eyes sharp, and bluntly pointed out what the other cared about most: "A small fuss? What do you think would be a real big commotion? Our Ultra Constellation?"

"Your tone isn't loud enough, kid!"

The Alien Empera did not deny his importance to that pesky constellation, but in addition, he decided to add another layer of weight!

"A martial arts tournament between the Land of Light and my Empire? Ridiculous! How could such a narrow competition be worthy of my status! If we're going to hold it, let the entire universe be involved, otherwise what kind of grand event is it!"

"Foolish weaklings, whether you covet scrap metal like Impreza, or desire the monsters that are everywhere, whether you crave a planet brimming with resources, or dream of devouring countless life forms, or even the most boring riches, listen up! My command takes effect from this moment on!"

"Whatever reward you desire, as long as you rank among the top in this Cosmic Martial Arts Tournament and please me, you will have everything you ask for!"

"If you wish, then obey my decree and do your utmost to come from all corners of the universe to present me with the grandest spectacle and dance for me!"

Do you want it? Wealth, power, status, fame, prestige, resources, strength!

Whatever he wants, Alien Emperor can afford the price. Even if he wants the position of one of the Dark Masters, as long as Alien Emperor sets his sights on it, he can replace Yapool, Babar, or even Grozam!

Anyway, everything is fine except for Mefilas.

If you want it, then come on over!

Majestic, domineering, and beyond question!

This is the Dark Emperor, this is the Alien Empera!

He knew the Land of Light must have something in mind, and he didn't care. But not caring didn't mean he was willing to be schemed against by the Land of Light.

Without any discussion, he made a single decision and easily unilaterally expanded the small-scale competition between the Land of Light and the Emperor Empire to the entire universe. This was his counterattack!

Your Land of Light has been racking your brains trying to reduce the intensity of the battle, do you think I would let you have your way?

If the Land of Light doesn't accept it or has objections, then they can simply part ways. He would rather not hold the competition than let Father of Ultra and Kasa succeed unilaterally!

"Boom!"

With the support of the dark aura that had accumulated over 30,000 years in the Dark Nebula, the domineering rhetoric of the Alien Empera spread throughout the universe in an instant, causing countless uproar!

"The Universe's Number One Martial Arts Tournament..."

Cosmic Swordsman Zamsha, Three-Faced Golem Gashurain, Diablo, Joneus, Bogaru, Zettonian, Baltanian, Andrew the Super Warrior, Reifletian, Kanedras, Zulukian, Baltanian, Gamos, Chimaira, and so on...

Countless, countless, innumerable powerful beings throughout the entire universe made their decisions in an instant!

Some wanted to hone their skills by fighting other strong opponents, some wanted to win rewards from Alien Empera, some wanted to make a name for themselves by killing an Ultraman opponent in public, and some wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

Countless aliens and highly intelligent monsters made up their minds at that moment that they absolutely could not miss this once-in-a-million-years cosmic martial arts tournament!

"Martial arts conference..."

Hikari remained silent, watching the battlefield from a great distance.

He had been hunting down Bogaru, but just now he intercepted many messages from civilizations heading to the Land of Light seeking help... He should have been heartless and ruthless long ago, so much so that he wouldn't be like an Ultraman, so ruthless that he would disregard everything else in order to kill Bogaru.

But seeing those heart-wrenching pleas for help, he finally couldn't resist and went to the nearest planets to offer assistance, which resulted in losing Bogaru's trail once again.

"The Alien Empera offered such a generous reward... If it were Bogaru, it would be unable to resist such temptation. It would definitely go there and participate in the competition!"

Hikari clenched his fist.

Right there, let's settle things with Bodhidharma!

Chapter 132: Can't you rest yet?

Clang!

In the vastness of space, Mefilas nearly tripped and fell.

He looked at Alien Empera with stammering eyes, his hands trembling slightly. He suddenly felt dizzy and almost died on the spot.

It was alright before. Although he had been in charge of all the government affairs of the empire from the beginning, at least he had Desrem to assist him.

He did think Desrem's little schemes were too petty and despicable, but at least Desrem's intelligence was not a problem. As a strategist, he had been helping to take on about five to seven percent of the work, fluctuating within that range.