The Fight Isn't Over Yet!

Arena Showdown: The Fall of a King

A deafening explosion rocked the stage. Stone fragments flew in all directions as dust clouded the air, shrouding the battlefield in an eerie haze. The sheer destructive power of a spirit weapon unleashed at full force was terrifying beyond words.

The entire audience held their breath, their gazes locked onto the two figures standing within the dissipating dust.

Then—crack!

A crisp shattering sound echoed across the arena.

The gemstone atop the Sun and Moon Scepter split in half, its fragments scattering onto the ground.

Li Haotian panted heavily, his face twisted with exhaustion. He didn't care about the scepter's destruction—his eyes were locked onto the figure ahead.

As the dust settled, the sight that emerged sent a wave of shock through the crowd.

Ronald stood tall amidst the fading smoke, gripping a plasma blade radiating a faint glow. Wisps of heat shimmered around the weapon, distorting the air.

"What the hell is that sword?!"

"A spirit weapon—another one?! How can there be two spirit weapons in a single duel?!"

Gasps and exclamations erupted from the stands. People leaped to their feet, their faces filled with disbelief.

In that split second of life and death, Ronald had drawn his plasma blade from his storage pouch, meeting the devastating attack head-on.

Unlike the Sun and Moon Scepter, this blade was a product of Ringworld's most advanced technology—and its power far surpassed that of the scepter!

"No… impossible! This can't be happening!"

Li Haotian's face contorted with madness. With a furious roar, he lunged forward, swinging the now-dull scepter wildly.

But without its gemstone, it was nothing more than a glorified metal rod.

Ronald didn't even flinch. He reached out, snatched the scepter from Li Haotian's grasp, and hoisted him into the air like a ragdoll. His icy gaze burned with a faint trace of fury.

SMACK!

A resounding slap sent Li Haotian's head snapping to the side.

"Li Haotian… I didn't think you'd be this pathetic." Ronald's voice was laced with contempt. "You destroyed a national treasure for the sake of a woman and a tournament match? And you think you deserve to sit on the throne?"

Li Haotian's eyes flickered with desperation, madness, and disbelief. But Ronald had already lost interest. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed Li Haotian aside like trash.

"Winner: Ronald!"

The judge's declaration echoed through the arena.

It was over.

A battle filled with twists and turns had finally ended—with Ronald standing victorious.

His gaze swept across the stands, landing on Qin Ji and the others, whose expressions had turned particularly unpleasant. Without hesitation, he walked to the edge of the stage and flung the broken scepter toward Mia.

His voice was cold and indifferent.

"I don't know why you betrayed me, but don't think you've won just because you put that fool on the throne. What's mine—I'll take back one day."

Mia clutched the scepter, her slender fingers tightening around it. Her bright eyes shimmered with mist, as if she wanted to say something. But in the end, she remained silent.

Qin Xue immediately stepped forward, pulling Mia behind her. "Don't bully Sister Mengyu!"

Qin Ji folded his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Ronald, you may have won this round, but from what I'm hearing, are you declaring war against the imperial court?"

Ronald blinked. Then, he chuckled.

"Prince, wasn't I already fighting against the court?"

"You—!"

But before Qin Ji could respond, Ronald simply laughed, turned around, and strode off the stage.

Taking a cup of water from the hunter beside him, he let out a slow breath.

It was a decisive victory—but far from an easy one.

Meanwhile, the rest of the tournament raged on, with fierce battles unfolding across the arena.

As for Hei Yue… she was grinning ear to ear. The amount of money she had just raked in from the betting houses? Far more profitable than hunting monsters.