Do You Know What I Hold in My Hand?

The old man was still as irritable as ever.

He looked down on everyone—his arrogance wasn't the kind that came from pride or from seeing himself as superior. No, it was a deep-rooted disdain for all those around him. Initially, Mike thought it might just be an eccentricity that came with being an extraordinary talent. But now, Mike understood: this wasn't eccentricity. This was the confidence that came with overwhelming power!

A giant who could stand side by side with the clouds—how could such a being possibly respect the "ancient" humans, who were no more than three meters tall?

It was like a modern person, accustomed to airplanes and artillery, having little regard for the swords and spears of ancient times. They were from entirely different realms!

Even if one tried to respect the ancient ways, there would still be an innate sense of contempt. That's the natural arrogance of a more advanced era—true power manifests in a mindset like that!

Mike could now even understand why the old man's words about "buried under the long lamp" seemed like a blessing. Considering his identity as a wise sage from the long lamp and the environment of his time, dying under the light of the long lamp might have been considered an honor for humans of that age.

But people like Chen Xing didn't understand. They just found the giant's arrogance infuriating.

"Such big words! A small talent unit, and yet you think you can wipe us all out just because you got bigger!" Chen Xing sneered. He had seen talents of this colossal nature before. While they weren't as exaggerated as the one before him, he wasn't intimidated.

At first, he had been shocked, but this old man, no matter how strange he was, was still merely an SS-tier. "If you haven't reached the extreme limits of talent, you're still just a bigger bug."

Chen Xing's tone was icy as he strode confidently to the front of the crowd. He was about to make his move!

The powerful figures of the Eight Cities exchanged glances, excitement gleaming in their eyes. Clearly, the talented individuals from Gusu City who had fallen into the Golden Sea were all dead. This only proved that the giant before them was strong enough to kill SS-level fighters. But that wasn't invincible! True invincibility came with an SSS-level talent!

Chen Xing wasn't expecting the remaining talent from the Eight Cities to step in. The alliance had its uses, but when it came down to a big fight, it was up to him to handle it.

"I'm almost relieved. I thought this trip to Dantu would just be a one-sided slaughter," Chen Xing said as he floated in front of the giant, completely unbothered by their close proximity.

He smirked and locked eyes with the giant. "Didn't expect to face such a big guy. My superior is going to give me extra credit for this one."

The giant's gaze narrowed, his voice a rumbling thunder. "You are even more annoying than that Su kid!" His irritation was reaching a boiling point. How could there always be these foolish men who didn't know their place? They irritated him so much that he could hardly suppress his urge to tear everything around him apart.

Chen Xing, unaware of the tension in the giant's mind, casually glanced at Mike watching the battle. He awkwardly scratched his head. "Hiss… Am I really that annoying?"

Mike understood the giant likely saw him as a clueless, incapable leader—weak in both mind and body. But Mike couldn't help but wonder, "What does it matter? You're a 'man of the future,' and I'm just an 'ancient human.' How can we even be compared?"

"You'll soon stop being annoyed," Chen Xing said with a faint smile. "Because the dead don't feel anything."

Before Chen Xing could finish, the giant raised his staff high, releasing a brilliant gold light. With an unstoppable roar, it swung toward Chen Xing.

The talent behind Chen Xing shuddered. The staff was too heavy, the swing capable of dispersing the clouds in the sky. It cut through the clouds like a missile, making it hard to breathe even before it reached them.

"Child's play."

Chen Xing sneered. "At SS-tier, still using such rudimentary attacks? Clearly, you have no idea what true mechanics are."

He lifted his hand casually, sending a surge of violet arcs coursing through the air, crackling as they struck the staff.

The arcs flared bright, but the staff remained unharmed, still roaring toward Chen Xing.

"Hmm?" Chen Xing blinked in surprise. His talent attack had no effect on the staff.

Confused and even a bit ashamed, he couldn't comprehend why it failed. He thought his strike had been powerful enough to leave some mark, but the staff stood unaffected.

This wasn't just a simple oversight. Mike, however, saw it clearly.

Chen Xing's ability was similar to that of Chen Dafeng, focused on a specific domain of power. His strength lay in his mastery of natural lightning. While not precise, his lightning attacks were destructive and overwhelming. Every strike carried one of four debilitating effects: paralysis, weakness, dizziness, or instant death.

It was a powerful talent—stronger than Chen Dafeng's—and would typically be classified as an SSS-level ability. Lightning was the most violent force in nature, uncontrollable by modern technology, and deadly in all its forms.

But Mike realized something as he watched. Despite Chen Xing's strength, it wasn't enough to face what lay before him. The giant's power, especially when bolstered by the characteristics of his staff, was far beyond what he could handle.

The staff, created from a dead star, was impervious to any attack that didn't meet the overwhelming force required to destroy it.

"Unstoppable Light Body": As long as the lamp's light remained, all damage would be absorbed by the light of the long lamp. Allies within its radius would also experience a 50% damage transfer effect.

Chen Xing could see the giant's invulnerability up close now, his arrogance and unshakable stance. Even his mighty lightning attacks, which could bring cities to their knees, did nothing to harm the giant. It was as though the giant was untouched by anything.

Mike was beginning to grasp the terrifying reality of what he was witnessing. This was no ordinary fight—it was a clash of ages, the culmination of future power, a battle between realms of existence.

This wasn't just about raw power; it was about understanding the future, something that transcended even the might of lightning itself.

The giant stood unflinching, his calm gaze as overwhelming as the light of the long lamp in his hand.

Mike couldn't help but wonder: how could anything withstand this kind of power?