The Primordial Contest is split into two halves: the elimination phase takes place in the Trial Tower, while the quota battle unfolds within the transparent Central Quota Platform.
At this moment—
The situation inside the Platform has changed dramatically.
Sean Nan, who should have swept his sword across a million meters and driven Andrew Han out, involuntarily retreated instead, dodging Andrew’s berserk combined assault. Uncertainty and astonishment flashed in his eyes: “Could this be a secret art for rapidly boosting strength…?”
Boom!
No time to think—Andrew Han appeared before him once again!
He raised his hands, eyes pure white and untainted, as golden light gathered in Andrew’s palms. Sean Nan was left dazed, and every spectator’s mind buzzed with a chilling sense of urgency.
Life‑Death Reincarnation Seal!
Second Form—Great Art of Uncarved Perfection!
Even without a fixed form, it remains vast and unrivaled!
Boom!
Andrew brought his palms together, crushing air and dust!
Though it is the soul secret art Life-Death Reincarnation Seal, Andrew unleashed it with the sweeping power of a life-force secret art. Such madness and disregard for reason left everyone speechless… Sliding along the base of the Platform, Sean Nan’s ears thundered as he narrowly dodged Andrew’s twin palms.
A biting storm swept past his ears, drawing thin lines of blood.
The surging aftershock scattered matter, as if shaking sun, moon, and stars.
“What kind of secret art is this?”
Unable to help himself, Sean Nan glanced back, his heart gripped by growing terror.
In a fleeting glimpse, he saw the air at the center of Andrew’s palm nearly twisting, with minute matter on the verge of molecular collapse.
Then—
His palms overlapped.
An incomparable shock rippled outward, drowning out all sound.
It was as if an energy storm swept across the starry sky, devouring every sound and ray of light. The surging, cloudlike aftershock thundered after Sean Nan.
“Impossible!”
“Across the starry sky, every secret art that rapidly boosts strength comes with severe harm and damages the foundation. How did Andrew Han manage this?”
Sean Nan was utterly baffled.
With a Cosmic Eternal peak expert present, such secret arts are forbidden.
“By this logic—”
“This secret art doesn’t harm the foundation.” Sean Nan gazed thoughtfully into the void. Although he couldn’t see Wade Wu II’s figure, he could sense a solemn, majestic presence and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Since it’s permitted—
The battle continues. He can no longer hold back.
“Draw your sword!”
“The emperor questions the world—draw your sword and divide the rivers and mountains!”
Sean Nan roared the true words of his secret art, his shadow straightening behind him. He drew his sword and turned to slash at Andrew Han.
Clang!
A giant sword collided with Andrew Han on the spot!
Like a streak of aurora lighting up eternity. Where they collided, an unusual, dazzling wave of light and heat erupted, as if a million suns had been condensed into a single beam—most spectators couldn’t see the battle at all.
The void projection seemed to shake, its violent aura faintly leaking through and pressing on everyone’s hearts.
Even so, countless people craned their necks to watch, eyes fixed, bodies unmoving, immersed in the fierce and wild spectacle.
“Andrew Han has exploded!”
“We’re about to see who’s stronger!”
“How is this possible? Sean Nan is supposed to be the very limit of Primordial Genius. Has Andrew Han already reached Primeval?”
Everyone strained their eyes, trying to make out the details.
In truth, Andrew Han held off the giant sword with two clusters of gold-red starlight!
“Not good.”
Sean Nan’s expression changed again; he took a deep breath.
His soul secret arts all originated from the royal family of the South-Sage Ancient Kingdom. Only with a domineering, absolute mindset could he unleash their full power.
He calmed himself.
Returned to serenity.
“Then let’s fight.” Sean Nan chanted in a low, undistracted voice… His towering shadow donned gold and silver robes, radiating regal majesty… The shadow turned to gaze at Andrew Han, its imperial might as deep as the ocean… The shadow raised its left arm, fingers spread, then finally closed.
Such is the Prince’s Founding-Emperor Fist!
With half a step forward, Sean Nan’s eyes blazed with fierce light.
He seemed a lofty figure overlooking all beings, ready to carve out starry domains and forge cosmic kingdoms.
Even before the fist was unleashed, its pressure and momentum enveloped Andrew Han, slowing his movements.
In an instant, Andrew Han’s berserk mode instinctively sensed grave danger. Faced with this fist, he had no chance to dodge; his soul and life were completely enveloped, escape impossible.
“Prince’s Founding-Emperor Fist!”
With a thunderous boom, Sean Nan himself didn’t move—it was his towering shadow that did!
The shadow glanced back at Andrew Han, turned and raised its fist—its movements were both like flowing water and a majestic lightning bolt splitting the cosmos. Countless primordial geniuses gasped in secret: “This is the finest royal secret art of the South-Sage Ancient Kingdom. Once mastered, one may ascend to the Primeval Star Gate!”
Too strong.
Both Andrew Han and Sean Nan were simply too strong.
Gulp.
Morgan Voss, at Starlight-tier, swallowed hard and sighed inwardly.
Such an earth-shaking punch—he really wanted to see how Andrew Han would handle it! If he were in Andrew’s place, Morgan was sure he couldn’t withstand even half a blow.
Earlier, Starlight-tier Chen Yu, who had felt indignant, now bit her lip in silence, watching the titanic clash unfold.
She understood.
The gap between her and Andrew Han was more than just a little.
Even Sylvia Chu, the strongest in the Primordial Gate, had a glint of awe in her eyes. "I thought Andrew Han was still far behind Sean Nan, but in a flash, he nearly surpassed him."
But to truly defeat Sean Nan, only a Primeval-tier could do it.
At this moment, watching Sean Nan unleash his imperial fist as Andrew Han prepared to meet it head-on, Sylvia couldn't help but marvel.
Because—
Sylvia knew deep down.
Back when she was at Starlight-tier, she truly wasn’t as strong as either of them.
As for Sylvia’s younger sister, Serena Chu, and most of the Primordial Geniuses, they were already stunned—standing dazed in the shallow-red void, eyes unfocused, overwhelmed by the spectacle.
"Oh my god."
Serena blurted out unconsciously, her sweet face nearly contorted in disbelief.
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She had always thought Morgan was above Andrew, and Sean Nan above Morgan—completely dominating the Primordial Gate’s Starlight-tier.
But Serena never expected Andrew Han would bypass Morgan to challenge Sean Nan—not only did he not lose badly, he held his own.
This reversal... this leap...
"Madman. Truly a madman," Serena nearly sighed. "Maybe Andrew Han, like my sister Sylvia, is destined to become a Primeval Genius."
She didn’t want to admit it.
Still, Serena had to admit it.
At that moment, everyone’s eyes were locked onto the two figures inside the platform, scarcely daring to breathe or blink, afraid to miss a single detail.
No sound, no storm—just the two figures in the heart of the Spark-Heritage Zone finally colliding in absolute silence.
Perhaps the outcome would soon be decided.
Everyone watched, waiting, holding their breath.
Boom!!!!!!
The imperial fist cast by the towering phantom landed instantly, while Andrew Han leapt up—gold and red starlight blurred into glass-like brilliance as he unleashed three more Great Art of Uncarved Perfection Life-Death Reincarnation Seals.
In a split second, their collision birthed a dazzling wave of light.
Radiant beams flooded the shallow-red void, masking everything in brilliance.
The clash of titans sent chills down every spine.
It was like planet striking planet—the aftermath indescribable: twisted light, rumbling thunder, vibrating shockwaves, all converging in this moment. What a spectacular collision!
Boom! With one strike they separated—starlight dazzling, both figures recoiling!
It was Sean Nan who stepped back, and Andrew Han as well—neither gained the upper hand!
"Again!"
Sean Nan’s battle armor shattered as he stepped forward!
Boom! Boom! Boom! The towering phantom raised its fists, commanding all, while Andrew Han, locked in Berserker State, met each blow head-on—hundreds of collisions every second.
If this battle took place in space, even a life planet might be reduced to ruins.
The clash continued!
Neither side retreated even half a step!
Endless, evenly matched—their collisions sent massive shockwaves through the platform, energy ripples filling the arena!
Sean Nan’s eyes were bloodshot, his pale battle armor shattered, and the towering phantom behind him grew weak and faint... Yet Andrew Han remained as always—green robe immaculate, face expressionless, relentless in his assault, showing no sign of fatigue.
That’s the hallmark of Berserker State—endless reserves of power!
Yet Berserker State has its limits. After more than half an hour of fierce battle—darkening the skies, shaking the Spark-Heritage Zone—Andrew Han was nearing the end of his frenzy.
"Great Art of Uncarved Perfection!"
But Andrew Han only grew stronger as the fight went on.
Even after leaving Berserker State, the winner was still uncertain. He could easily last another three days and nights.
Sylvia Chu: "..."
Morgan Voss: "..."
Almost everyone was speechless: "..."
It was just too wild. Never mind whether Andrew Han or Sean Nan felt exhausted—even the audience was starting to tire.
Hearts were weary.
Brains were tired.
Bodies and minds alike felt drained.
Such a fierce clash, lasting half an hour?
Even with Fifth-Order Creation Light sustaining them, exhaustion was rare—but it was still terrifying, still enough to leave everyone stunned and bewildered.
"Same Starlight-tier, but the gap is this wide."
"Andrew Han, Sean Nan—are these two really just Starlight Primordials from the Primordial Gate? They’re practically at Primeval level."
A chorus of amazement—no one argued over the outcome anymore. At this rate, Andrew Han was more likely to win.
Just looking at the surface, Sean Nan’s battle armor was in tatters, his consciousness phantom shaky. Andrew Han, calm as ever, silently unleashed the Life-Death Reincarnation Seal.
Just then—
Wade Wu II, standing in the void, glanced at Andrew Han in his green robe, then at Sean Nan. "One is making preliminary use of fate traces... The other is squeezing his soul for continuous outbursts... If this goes on, it’ll violate the Spark-Heritage Zone’s rules. And the Nether-Fame Stele is about to open—if anyone is late, who’ll take responsibility? Missing the Stele would be a disaster."
So be it.
Wade Wu II shook his head, flicked his finger, and separated Andrew Han and Sean Nan.
His gentle voice echoed across the platform: "You two are considered evenly matched; you can fight again another day… The rest of you, hurry onto the stage and decide the quotas—the Nether-Fame Stele is about to open."