Marvel: A Portal to the World of Swallowed Star

Chapter 327 327: The Chances Are Less Than Ten Percent

The two exchanged a glance and smiled. What had been a fierce and explosive battle ended in an atmosphere of mutual respect.

Back in the Earth team's lounge, the remaining three burst into excitement.

"Brother Thunder was incredible!" Luo Feng said, practically jumping to his feet. "That move, Myriad Thunder Convergence, was absolutely insane!"

Hong allowed himself a satisfied smile. "It really was impressive. His mastery of the Lightning Laws is even higher than I expected."

Rowan nodded in agreement. "This victory means a lot. Two out of the four of us have already won. That puts our team in a strong position."

Just as they were celebrating, the room's communication system suddenly lit up. A stranger's face appeared on the screen, the leader of the Heavenly Thunder Sect delegation.

"Warriors of Earth, I am an envoy of the Heavenly Thunder Sect," the man said politely. "We were deeply impressed by Mr. Thunder God's performance. We would like to formally invite him to join our sect. We are prepared to offer the most generous terms."

Before he could even finish speaking, more communication requests flooded in. The Thunder Legion, the Lightning Clan, and even several large mercenary groups all sent recruitment offers.

"Looks like Brother Thunder really made a name for himself this time," Luo Feng said with a grin.

Thunder God scratched his head, looking slightly embarrassed. "These people move fast. But right now, my priority is finishing the competition. Everything else can wait."

"A wise decision," Hong said with a nod. "Focus on the matches. Besides, the key battle between Rong Jun and Princess Aelia is coming up this afternoon."

By the afternoon, the main arena of the Virtual Universe had reached an unprecedented level of excitement.

The four members of the Earth team arrived early and secured excellent seats in the viewing area. After Thunder God's decisive victory, morale was high. Still, as the next match approached, a subtle tension lingered among them.

"To be honest, I'm really looking forward to this fight," Thunder God said, stretching his now fully recovered body. "Both Rong Jun and Princess Aelia are top-tier fighters. This is going to be something special."

Hong, however, looked more serious. "It will definitely be spectacular. But I care more about the outcome. No matter who wins, I will face them in the next round."

Rowan studied the two contestants preparing in the distance. "From what we learned last night, Aelia understands Rong Jun better than we do. But Rong Jun… he feels dangerous."

Luo Feng nodded. "That wild aura of his… you can feel it even from here. He's not a normal opponent."

Elsewhere in the arena, representatives from various factions were engaged in heated discussions.

"This match is extremely difficult to predict," a representative from the Warrior Alliance said. "Princess Aelia's technique and Rong Jun's raw power both represent the peak of their respective paths."

"I think Rong Jun will win," another spectator replied. "The Wildborn's physical strength is overwhelming, and their willpower is exceptional."

"But Princess Aelia is no ordinary fighter either. The royal swordsmanship of the Silverblue Empire is legendary," someone countered.

In the VIP section, the executives of the Virtual Universe Company were also analyzing the significance of the match.

"The result of this fight will shape the direction of the entire tournament," the inspector said. "Both Rong Jun and Princess Aelia have the potential to reach the top ten."

Zhenwu nodded. "And battles between elites like this often push others to grow. Watching them can inspire breakthroughs."

In a private box, several mysterious figures spoke in low tones.

"The Silverblue Empire's intelligence division is watching closely," one of them said. "Princess Aelia's performance will directly affect the empire's reputation."

"The Wildborn territories are no different," another replied. "Rong Jun carries the expectations of his entire people. This match carries as much political weight as it does competitive significance."

In the preparation area, Rong Jun was finishing his warm-up.

His massive frame looked like a mountain of muscle, every fiber packed with explosive strength. He wore only simple leather armor, yet the primal pressure he exuded was overwhelming.

"Rong Jun! Rong Jun! Rong Jun!"

Supporters roared his name from the stands.

On the other side, Princess Aelia stood ready. She wore elegant silver armor, her sword glowing with a soft, moonlike light. Her figure was slender, but her presence was both noble and deadly.

"Go, Princess!"

Supporters of the Silverblue Empire cheered loudly.

The two met at the teleportation zone, studying each other in silence.

Rong Jun's gaze was savage, like a beast ready to strike. Aelia's eyes were calm, cold as frost.

"Rong Jun of the Wildborn. I've heard much about you," Aelia said, her voice steady, though a trace of tension lingered beneath it.

"The little princess of the Silverblue Empire," Rong Jun replied, his voice deep as thunder. "Don't disappoint me."

"I won't." Aelia tightened her grip on her sword. "I will give this battle everything I have."

"Teleportation begins. Battlefield: Desolate Arena."

A flash of white light.

They appeared in a vast circular arena surrounded by towering stone walls. The ground was solid rock, completely open, with no cover or obstacles.

This environment favored Rong Jun's direct, overwhelming combat style. For Aelia, who relied on mobility and terrain, it was far from ideal.

Aelia glanced around, already adjusting her strategy.

Rong Jun laughed loudly. "Now this is a battlefield fit for real combat! Come, little princess. Show me what you've got!"

In the stands, the Earth team began their analysis.

"This terrain is bad for her," Hong said, frowning. "Without cover, her guerrilla tactics are limited."

"But the open space also has advantages," Rowan added. "She can fully utilize the speed of the Wind Laws to avoid close combat."

Thunder God focused on Rong Jun. "That guy's presence… he feels like a beast about to explode."

"The key is whether she can gain enough advantage before he enters berserk mode," Luo Feng said.

"Battle, begin!"

Aelia moved instantly.

She avoided direct confrontation, using the Wind Laws to move at high speed while launching long-range sword attacks.

"Silver Moon Sword Manual, First Form: Moonlight Thread!"

A brilliant arc of sword energy shot forward like a flowing ribbon of silver light, unpredictable and deadly.

Rong Jun didn't dodge.

"Break!"

His fist glowed with an earthy yellow light, embodying the Law of Strength. With a single punch, he shattered the incoming attack.

The audience erupted.

"He destroyed it with his bare hands?"

"That's the power of the Strength Law?"

The Earth team grew more serious.

"He's even stronger than we thought," Hong said quietly.

"And his reaction speed is incredible," Luo Feng added. "That attack was hard to predict, yet he countered it perfectly."

Aelia remained calm and shifted tactics.

"Silver Moon Sword Manual, Second Form: Moon Shadow Clones!"

Her figure split into eight identical forms, each attacking from a different angle. These were not illusions, but real constructs formed through the Wind Laws.

Rong Jun inhaled deeply, muscles swelling.

"Law of Strength: Earthshatter!"

He stomped the ground.

The arena trembled violently. Shockwaves spread outward, instantly destroying all eight clones.

"What?"

Aelia staggered slightly.

Rong Jun charged forward, laughing.

"Fancy tricks!"

His advance was like a landslide, each step cracking the ground beneath him.

Aelia reacted instantly, dodging with incredible agility and counterattacking from behind.

But Rong Jun turned mid-charge and punched her blade directly.

The clash sent her flying back over ten meters, her arm numb.

"So much power…"

She steadied herself. "I'll have to get serious."

Wind gathered around her, forming a swirling storm.

"Silver Moon Sword Manual, Third Form: Full Moon Over the Tower!"

Countless versions of her filled the arena, attacking from all directions.

Rong Jun roared with excitement.

"Now we're talking!"

"Law of Strength: Rampaging Impact!"

He rampaged through the battlefield like a berserk beast, destroying every attack with overwhelming force.

The audience was stunned.

"This is beyond anything I've seen!"

"Both of them are monsters!"

Back in the stands, the Earth team grew increasingly tense.

"He's not even in berserk mode yet," Thunder God said. "If he transforms… can she survive?"

"Her stamina is the issue," Hong replied. "This level of movement and attack is exhausting."

"And his pressure keeps increasing," Rowan added. "Her space to maneuver is shrinking."

On the battlefield, Aelia realized the same.

"I can't keep this up… I need to end it."

She took a deep breath and began chanting an ancient incantation. Silver light enveloped her body.

"Silver Moon Sword Manual, Ultimate Form: Falling Moon, Sinking Stars!"

A devastating strike descended like a collapsing moon, carrying enough power to shatter a small planet.

Rong Jun's expression finally turned serious.

"Good! Now that's worth my full strength!"

A red aura began to rise from his body.

"Let me show you the true power of the Wildborn."

"Berserk Mode!"

His body transformed. Muscles expanded further, his height increased, his skin darkened to a bronze hue, and his eyes turned blood red.

His aura became monstrous, like something born from the depths of hell.

The arena fell silent for a moment, then exploded.

"He's gone berserk!"

"That aura… it's terrifying!"

Even the Earth team felt the pressure.

"So this is berserk mode…" Thunder God said, stunned.

Hong's face turned pale.

"If I had to face him like this… my chances wouldn't even reach ten percent."

On the battlefield, Rong Jun did not dodge.

"Break!"

His fists collided head-on with the descending sword light.

The impact shook the entire arena.

Boom!

The explosion echoed through the Virtual Universe. Energy waves swept across the battlefield.

When the dust settled, both were still standing.

But barely.

Aelia's silver armor was shattered, her sword cracked. She knelt on one knee, clearly exhausted.

Rong Jun was not unscathed either. His fists were covered in blood, and a deep wound stretched across his chest.