Chapter 211: Only in Battles of Equal Strength Does Distance Hold Meaning 【Monthly Ticket Bonus Update】

Matching the stars?

The thought made Yu Chen lower his head involuntarily, a bitter self-mockery stirring in his heart.

Facing someone like Tian Dao—true celestial brilliance—those so-called prodigies were nothing more than dust beneath the sun’s glare.

Insignificant. Utterly unworthy of comparison.

He was like that.

Chen Kong, standing just a few steps away, was the same.

Even the one above them—Yao Dao—was no different.

If other Stellar Prodigies had been transformed by the Star Core Surgery, elevated beyond ordinary limits,

then Tian Dao was the opposite.

He wasn’t special because of the Star Core Surgery.

He was special despite it.

The surgery only served to highlight the sheer unnaturalness of his existence.

From the very beginning, Tian Dao’s power had never stemmed from the surgery.

It came from the four characters that defined him: Tian Dao Siming.

His mere presence had lifted the concept of the Stellar Prodigy into a realm far beyond what any of them could ever reach.

Realizing the chasm between himself and Tian Dao, Yu Chen’s gaze dimmed.

What hope was there?

Against absolute power, tactics, desperation, sacrifice—none of it mattered.

Because a human…

Could never defeat a monster.

"Give up?"

Just as Yu Chen was about to surrender, a voice—slightly disappointed—drifted down from above.

He looked up.

There was Tian Dao, his expression distant, cold, surveying Yu Chen like a man looking down at an insect.

"Deputy Captain Yu," Tian Dao said, "I’d hoped you’d offer me even a flicker of amusement.

But now I see… I was merely indulging in false hope."

"You’re no different from the others.

Just another weak, insignificant ant.

And for ants… I see no reason to keep playing."

With that, Tian Dao slowly raised his hand—ready to deliver the final blow.

But then—something changed.

Boom!

A sharp, piercing Kong echoed through the air.

And in front of Yu Chen’s stunned eyes, the very figure he’d seen as an invincible monster—Tian Dao Siming—stepped back half a pace.

Though the price was the complete severance of the attacker’s left arm.

Even so, the shock hit Yu Chen like a thunderclap.

Tian Dao casually tossed the twitching limb aside.

Blood, crimson and glistening, splattered onto the metal floor with sharp, crystalline pings.

He turned—slowly, deliberately—toward Chen Kong, who was clutching his ruined arm, yet showing no pain.

A faint, rare smile tugged at Tian Dao’s lips.

"Nice work, Kong.

Or should I say… guest from beyond the realms, Qiong?"

The words froze Bai Kong’s face in an instant.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

What…? How could he—

The shock lasted only a heartbeat.

Then Bai Kong’s shoulders jolted violently.

In the next moment, thick black mist erupted from the stump of his severed arm—coiling, twisting—before reforming into a brand-new limb in an instant.

He locked eyes with Tian Dao, his former arrogance utterly gone.

His voice was grim.

"How do you know that?"

Tian Dao chuckled—softly, almost lazily.

"Who knows?"

Bai Kong: "..."

You’re telling me now you don’t know?

You bastard, Tian Dao Siming—do you really think I’m some fool to be toyed with like this?

It was as if he’d read Bai Kong’s thoughts.

Tian Dao’s smile widened.

"Exactly. I am playing with you."

Bai Kong’s jaw clenched.

A vein pulsed violently on his temple.

But he didn’t fight back.

Not because he was weak—but because he wasn’t stupid.

Defeating Tian Dao?

Come on.

Did he really think Bai Kong was some kind of wish-granting tree?

His mission had never been victory.

Just one thing: delay this man for three minutes.

And so, for the first time in history, the Dimensional Audience watched in stunned silence as the most irredeemably wicked, arrogantly defiant figure in existence—Bai Kong—bowed.

He sneered, deliberately stretching his voice into a dramatic, exaggerated whine.

"Fine, fine. You want to play? Go ahead.

But don’t blame me if it’s Chen Kong’s fault.

The kid’s too useless.

I couldn’t even tap into one percent of my true strength."

Tian Dao simply smiled.

No need to expose the lie.

Some truths were better left unspoken.

Especially when you’d read the original Season 2 script more times than you could count.

Without Chen Kong’s body, Bai Kong would still be trapped in some forgotten Kong fissure—unconscious, voiceless, unworthy of standing here.

Now, seeing that ‘Chen Kong’ had momentarily held Tian Dao’s attention, Yu Chen slowly rose to his feet, still on the ground.

Tian Dao glanced at him with the corner of his eye—but made no move to stop.

Instead, he cracked his fingers one by one, the crack-crack-crack echoing like dry bones.

After a moment, Tian Dao turned back to Bai Kong and smiled.

"Though it’s a humiliation for Kong…

If it were only him, I’d feel nothing at all."

"Because no one takes joy in crushing an ant.

But you… you’re different."

The words were light, almost playful.

But beneath them pulsed an absolute, unshakable confidence.

Even the Dimensional Audience outside the screen felt it.

But before Tian Dao could finish, Bai Kong—ever the cunning rogue—vanished like smoke.

In a blink, he reappeared above Tian Dao’s head, as if he’d never left.

And in his hand—materializing from nowhere—a long, obsidian blade.

The Black Star.

Boom!

Dark energy clashed violently in the air.

But Bai Kong’s strike never landed.

Tian Dao caught the blade between two fingers—still, calm, unshaken.

And between his fingertip and the blade’s edge—faint, almost invisible—was a Vector Barrier.

So thin it was nearly imperceptible.

Yet it felt like an infinite distance.

No matter how fast Bai Kong moved, if he couldn’t break that barrier…

He would never touch Tian Dao.

And only then did Tian Dao complete his unfinished sentence, speaking as if the moment had always been his.

"...Now, you’re starting to earn my attention."

Just as he prepared to strike, Bai Kong—sensing something—suddenly released the blade and leapt back, putting distance between them.

Tian Dao caught the falling weapon with one hand, then tossed it back with a smirk.

"Bai Kong," he asked, "why are you so far away?"

"If you truly wish to hit me… you should get closer."

"Or are you afraid… that if you get too near, my attack might slip past your sight entirely?"

He paused.

Then raised his hand.

Five Hei Cang formed behind him—dark, pulsing spheres of condensed energy.

"Only in battles of equal strength does distance matter."

"Because between you and me…

We’ve never been on the same level."

The words fell like a verdict.

And in that instant—five Hei Cang screamed through the air.

With a deafening Kong, they tore toward Bai Kong—just as he caught the falling Black Star.

Boom!

A cataclysmic explosion erupted.

Black light swallowed everything.

Bai Kong vanished—engulfed, consumed.

Whether alive… or dead… no one knew.

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