A Battle to Determine the Strongest

"Alright, enough chit-chatting."

The blob of slime spoke through the glowing screen, its voice carrying an undeniable authority as it glanced at the gathered geniuses.

"It's time for the final battle."

The moment those words were spoken, the two battle stages—Max's and Veylin's—began to shift.

The ground beneath them trembled, moving as if alive. With a deep rumbling sound, the two platforms slid toward each other, merging seamlessly into one gigantic battlefield—the largest the Battle Realm had ever seen.

This was it.

The final battle.

The clash that would determine the one worthy of inheriting the master's inheritance.

The blob of slime turned its gaze toward Max and Veylin, its tone carrying a final declaration.

"The winner of this battle will inherit my master's inheritance."

Its gaze lingered on them for a moment before adding, "You two, give it your very best."