Chapter 220: The World in His Eyes Turned 'Spectating' Into a Dangerous Term

In Chen Kong’s turbulent emotions, Tian Dao and Ivan, after a brief exchange, seemed to have completely forgotten their identities as Stellar Envoys, opting instead for the most basic form of close-quarters combat.

No flashy energy barrages. No dazzling displays of unique Stellar Source abilities.

What unfolded before them was nothing short of pure, primal Strength clashing against strength.

Through repeated, sharp cuts in the camera work, the Stellar Production Team delivered a raw, unfiltered portrayal of true violence aesthetics to the Dimensional Audience at Station 13.

Ivan’s Mechanical Combat Blade screamed through the air, slicing through Kong’s atmosphere with a razor-sharp howl, leaving behind a trail of countless afterimages as it struck Tian Dao’s body again and again.

Yet each blow, though ferocious, faltered just before making contact—deflected by the invisible Vector Field of Ten Thousand Phenomena Rejection, rendering every strike harmless.

In contrast, Tian Dao’s fists landed with brutal precision on Ivan’s pale gold armor. Each impact rang out with a deep, hollow thud, and cracks—fine as spiderwebs—began spreading across the surface of the mech at an alarming rate.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the silent expanse of Quantum Space, the relentless rhythm of metal colliding echoed endlessly.

Their attacks grew faster, fiercer.

“T-Too fast…”

Chen Kong muttered under his breath, his voice trembling as the two figures blurred into indistinct golden and black streaks.

To avoid being caught in the catastrophic shockwaves of their battle, he had already pulled Vivian far away.

Neither of them had reached the Fourth Catastrophe level—Tian Dao was barely even a Second Rank.

Yet their power far surpassed anything a typical Third Rank Stellar Envoy could fathom.

Chen Kong could feel the sheer destructive force behind every strike.

For a regular Third Rank Stellar Envoy, merely facing them was a death sentence. To last three rounds against them? That would be a feat worthy of pride.

Staring at the silver-haired figure moving with calm ease through the storm of metal, a crushing sense of inferiority surged through Chen Kong’s body—like a tide drowning every part of him.

This… is the world Tian Dao sees?

So much so that even watching has become… dangerous.

As Chen Kong’s mind swam with disbelief and awe, Ivan, realizing conventional attacks were useless, shifted tactics instantly.

With a sharp click, the armor plating at his elbow snapped open, revealing an array of concealed barrels.

In an instant, dozens of miniature Stellar Energy Quantum Spheres erupted from the guns, streaking toward Tian Dao like a swarm of glowing blue insects.

Rotating, veering unpredictably, the spheres traced erratic paths through the air, attempting to bypass Tian Dao’s Vector Field.

But it was a futile effort—almost comical.

Tian Dao raised his right hand.

A ripple of invisible force spread outward.

The spheres slammed into an unseen barrier mid-flight, detonating in a shower of radiant light—scattering across the void like shattered stars, briefly illuminating Tian Dao’s composed profile.

Seeing his gambit fail, Ivan’s signature cold electronic voice returned.

“System Damage Assessment: 3.7%.”

“Tactical Analysis: Physical Attack Efficiency Increased to 41%.”

Ivan’s Mechanical Combat Blade underwent a sudden mechanical transformation. The blade’s tip detached, splitting into three segments linked by a chain of glowing connectors.

The newly formed Chain Blade lashed forward, aiming to wrap around Tian Dao’s neck. Electrified arcs crackled along its surface—carrying a clear, potent energy effect.

Yet Tian Dao moved as if he’d already seen it coming.

He shifted his body just in time, narrowly dodging the electrified chain.

Then, with a flick of his finger, he struck the energy node connecting the chain’s segments.

Ping!

A low, resonant tone echoed through the space.

That casual, seemingly effortless tap triggered a powerful vibrational pulse within the Chain Blade.

The weapon instantly destabilized—jittering, sparking violently at its joints.

Then, with a sudden, unnatural clunk, the chain froze—locked in place.

“Y-You…”

For the first time, Ivan’s electronic eyes flickered with visible disturbance. He hadn’t expected this.

But before he could react, Tian Dao surged forward.

His foot slammed into the Quantum Space floor, cracking it into a web of fissures.

Then, with a blur of motion, his right fist wrapped in dark, swirling light, carving a fleeting true Kong trail through the air—

BOOM!

The punch struck Ivan’s chest with earth-shattering force.

The impact stuttered the broadcast for half a second.

Ivan’s body, now a golden comet, was sent flying backward—crashing through three quantum chambers before finally slamming into a shimmering, illusory wall.

The wall collapsed inward, leaving a deep, human-shaped dent. Shattered debris and pale gold hydraulic fluid sprayed outward in a violent spray.

When the dust settled, Ivan lay motionless, slowly lifting his head toward his chest.

His Ironcrown Family’s famed composite armor—once flawless—now bore a network of fine, jagged cracks.

“System Damage Assessment: 15.7%.”

Tian Dao didn’t press the attack.

He stood still, casually rotating his wrist.

“Just a simple vector resonance transfer,” he said, voice light, almost casual. “Your mechanized joints’ Stellar Energy Nodes… always so easy to read.”

It sounded like a throwaway comment.

As if the punch that shattered armor and rewrote physics had been nothing more than a gesture.

But was it really that simple?

Ivan knew better.

And so did Chen Kong, watching from afar.

Because reading a Stellar Energy Node—smaller than a grain of rice—on a high-speed, evolving combat mech in real time?

That required not just exceptional Stellar Energy Perception, but precise, instantaneous control over one’s own energy.

Only then could one strike with such flawless timing.

And Tian Dao possessed both.

After an unknown length of time, Ivan pulled himself up from the wreckage.

Faint golden light pulsed across his damaged frame—repairing, restoring.

His electronic eyes flickered rapidly, scanning vast streams of quantum data—analyzing, learning from the fight.

Tian Dao narrowed his eyes.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

After all, even the most dazzling flower needs a worthy green leaf to stand out.

And Ivan wasn’t just a gift for Kalolin.

He was the perfect foil—Tian Dao’s ideal contrast.

Otherwise… why would this battle have ever begun?

(End of Chapter)

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