Beyond the veil of the 82nd World Zone, amidst the armada of celestial vessels, a singular opulent starship gleamed with otherworldly grandeur. Within its gilded sanctum, a voluptuous maiden of the Mengbei bloodline—her tresses cascading like liquid jade—knelt in reverent service beside a rotund young noble, her delicate fingers weaving spells of soothing enchantment upon his corpulent form.
“Master, quickly look! Someone from our Heilongshan Empire has broken into the top 1001!” the Mengbei girl exclaimed.
“Eh?”
The chubby youth lay back, idly tapping a nearby screen. Instantly, a leaderboard appeared, and his eyes widened in shock. “Wow! It’s true! Huh… This genius is named Luo Feng too! Same name as my friend from Qiu Long Star.”
This plump youth was none other than Gao Sheng, who had once known Luo Feng on Qiu Long Star.
“Fascinating! Fascinating! I must inform Luo Feng,” Gao Sheng said, initiating a communication request. After a moment, he frowned slightly. “Hmm, hasn’t he answered yet?”
One minute, two minutes…
“Strange, he’s not answering my call,” Gao Sheng muttered in confusion.
“Master, could the one who entered the top 1001 really be Master Luo Feng?” the Mengbei girl smiled.
“You don’t understand,” Gao Sheng waved her off. “Anyone who breaks into the top 1001 must be a genius among geniuses. Besides, the Heilongshan Star Domain is vast and boundless, with countless stars and countless people. It’s normal for names to coincide.”
…
In another private chamber.
Nuolan Shan’s cold eyes fixed on the screen, which displayed the name “Luo Feng.”
“Luo Feng?” Nuolan Shan furrowed his brows. “This name…”
The preliminary round was not being broadcast.
The universe was simply too vast, its population beyond calculation, making coinciding names commonplace.
“I hope… I hope it’s not the Luo Feng I know,” Nuolan Shan frowned, gazing intently at the name on the screen that stirred so many troubling memories.
…
In the grand, opulent hall of another spacecraft sat thousands of people—the true ruling elite of the Heilongshan Empire. The “Cosmic Human—Peak Genius War” was a grand event for all cosmic nations, an occasion of immense significance to the empire’s honor, naturally drawing the attention of the Heilongshan Emperor himself.
“Congratulations, Your Majesty!”
“Your Majesty, great news!”
The vast hall erupted in excitement as the empire’s elite, including nobles, Sovereigns, and Domain Lords, as well as emperors from over five hundred “Cosmic Lower Civilization Nations,” immediately burst into cheers. Their statuses far surpassed that of Nuolan Shan.
“Hahaha…” The emperor, clad in dark imperial robes, let out a hearty laugh, his deep voice echoing through the hall.
At the front of the hall, a massive screen displayed: “Heilongshan Empire’s Preliminary Qualification Spots (Temporary): 1,” followed by the name Luo Feng.
“Luo Feng, excellent!” the emperor roared with laughter. “This time, at least we won’t finish last! Luo Feng deserves great reward!”
“Indeed, he must be rewarded!”
“Luo Feng has achieved great merit!”
“Your Majesty is wise!”
The nobles flattered the emperor, voices rising in chorus. The emperors of the lower civilization nations were especially enthusiastic.
“Your Majesty, the preliminary round is far from over. We must wait until the end to know the final result,” a bald, scholarly-looking old man beside the emperor said softly. Behind his ears, four small ears twitched oddly. To dare to dampen the emperor’s joyous mood, this old man must hold an extremely high status—one of the Sovereigns attending the banquet.
“Hmm.”
The emperor nodded slightly. “Still, even if Luo Feng fails later, he has already earned great merit.”
…
Luo Feng had no idea that his temporary rise into the top 1001 had stirred countless citizens of the Heilongshan Empire into immense pride and excitement.
It was like watching an international competition on Earth, where seeing a competitor from one’s own nation naturally stirred boundless excitement and pride, everyone eagerly hoping for their victory. And the “Peak Genius War” was one of the two greatest cosmic human events, its influence among the people even more astonishing.
At this moment, billions of Heilongshan Empire citizens were eagerly anticipating and supporting Luo Feng.
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In a sprawling, bustling city within the First World Zone, inside a living room of a residential building.
The blissfully oblivious “Luo Feng,” unaware that he had drawn the gaze of countless citizens from the Heilongshan Empire, sat cross-legged in the living room, immersed in meditation and recovery. By now, the preliminary round had stretched over eighteen days. Over the past eight days, particularly in this Eastern District, Luo Feng’s fearsome reputation as the “Madman” had already struck terror into the hearts of many formidable talents.
The Madman!
In the city where Luo Feng now dwelled, he had already ascended to the ranks of the top ten supreme warriors!
Of course, every act of slaughter required caution. Over time, even Luo Feng felt mentally fatigued, needing to rest for a while. No matter what opponent he faced, Luo Feng always tried his best to maintain peak condition—like a lion hunting a rabbit, he gave it his all!
“The higher the ranking, the harder it becomes to climb further,” Luo Feng murmured, his eyes opening with restrained intensity as he looked down at the screen on his wrist.
Contestant: Luo Feng (Heilongshan Empire)
Points: 31,293,02
Rank: 398
Many top-tier experts, in order to secure their positions within the top 1000 rankings, would embark on relentless killing sprees to amass points. Particularly in clashes between supreme powerhouses, a single battle could yield over a million points, making the point totals at the pinnacle even more astronomical!
From ten millionth place to 997th, Luo Feng gained around 900,000 points.
From 997th to 398th, he gained over two million points.
“It’s time to hunt,” Luo Feng’s eyes sharpened. He stood abruptly, his mental energy surging outward like a storm, rapidly scanning and infiltrating the area within an 800-meter radius.
“Hmm? Three targets.”
Swoosh!
In a flash, Luo Feng leapt from the balcony like a bolt of lightning, tracing a curve through the air outside the residential building. Then, like a golden fish leaping joyfully, he soared forward, eagerly delivering his passionate “kiss” to his prey.
“It’s the Madman!”
“Run!”
“Ahhh—!” With startled screams, two powerful warriors were instantly slain by Luo Feng. The sole winged youth who managed to escape the residential building was relentlessly pursued for miles before finally meeting his demise at Luo Feng’s hands.
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Night fell upon the city—this city had both day and night.
The wind howled.
Luo Feng walked silently down a street marked by dried bloodstains and occasional cracks, the only living being amidst scattered corpses.
Clop! His boots stepped on rotting flesh.
Luo Feng strode forward in silence when suddenly he halted, his ears pricking ever so slightly. Faint whispers from the distance finally reached him, igniting a predatory gleam in his frost-cold eyes: “Only the mightiest dare prowl the night! Slaying supreme warriors yields the richest harvest!”
Swoosh!
Luo Feng transformed into a blur, rapidly approaching the source of the sound. In moments, he arrived at a street intersection.
“Hmm?” Luo Feng turned his head. Though it was night, a ninth-stage Stellar-Level warrior’s vision was extraordinary, allowing him to see clearly for thousands of meters. In daylight, with an unobstructed view, seeing a hundred kilometers away was effortless.
“That’s——”
On the distant street, a battle was unfolding—more accurately, a massacre!
“Boom!” A Mentalist failed to dodge in time, struck in the head by a black hammer, his skull shattering instantly, killing him on the spot.
“Hahahaha…” A shrill laugh sent chills down the spine. The hammer-wielding figure stood three meters tall, a gaunt humanoid with powerful legs and four muscular arms, each wielding a black hammer. His face bore a single eye.
This single eye was vertical.
At the distant street corner, the sight of this figure sent a ripple through Luo Feng’s thoughts: “A warrior of the Anjialuo Clan—the Demon Hammer himself!” As one of the city’s supreme powerhouses, Luo Feng had gleaned knowledge of its most renowned champions during his recent rampage.
Since he didn’t know their names, he gave them nicknames.
“The Madman” — a newly ascended powerhouse, utterly merciless and slaughtering without discrimination. While others typically selected their targets with care, excessive bloodshed often led to inner torment. Yet this Madman appeared to revel in the carnage, his might deemed sufficient to place him among the city’s top ten.
“The Demon Hammer” — a formidable early riser, widely regarded as the ruler of the city’s East District and once acknowledged as the mightiest in the East.
However, after the Madman’s rise, the Demon Hammer’s title as “East District’s Strongest” was questioned, since the Madman was also from the East District.
“Fascinating,” Luo Feng’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he strode directly toward the distant Demon Hammer.
The three-meter-tall warrior of the Anjialuo clan, wielding twin black warhammers, shattered yet another foe before immediately giving chase to the last survivor. His footsteps carried an uncanny rhythm—each stride propelled him forward with terrifying speed, covering vast distances in an instant.
The final opponent, a fair-skinned youth with an almost translucent complexion, fled in sheer terror, his voice trembling with despair: “Why did I have to cross paths with the Demon Hammer, that monstrous fiend? It’s too late… far too late!”
Suddenly—
“Hmm?” The Demon Hammer, four black hammers in hand, abruptly stopped. His single eye fixed ahead.
On the darkened street ahead.
A shadowy figure emerged in silence. Standing at a mere 1.8 meters, clad in dark gray battle robes with a warblade and shield strapped to his back, he seemed almost diminutive compared to the towering three-meter-tall Anjialuo warrior radiating raw power. Step by deliberate step, he advanced… until the Anjialuo behemoth known as Demon Hammer halted his pursuit of the final quarry, compelled to turn his attention toward this unexpected challenger.
“Hmm?” The fleeing youth, suspended mid-air, remained in a dazed stupor.
On the street.
The Anjialuo Prodigy Demon Hammer locked his solitary gaze upon Luo Feng.
Luo Feng also gazed at his opponent ahead, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
“The Madman?” Demon Hammer’s voice was cold and sharp.
“Demon Hammer?” Luo Feng, however, grinned, a trace of excitement on his face.
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