"Why are you such a stickler for details, fatso? What's your problem?"

"It's not exactly a problem... just suddenly felt like you calling me this many times doesn't seem possible." Zhang Xiaobo scratched his head, pondering deeply. Could he have become completely numb? He asked, "Did you really call me three times just now?"

"Yep, definitely. If you don't believe me, you can ask everyone."

Upon hearing this, the fatso carefully studied Sky Shadow. In Sky Shadow's gaze, he discerned a hint of unusual contempt—a kind of indifference unique to the eyes of a true king, evidently unconcerned about the matter at hand. In other words, asking Sky Shadow would be futile; he clearly didn't care about this triviality. Thus, Zhang Xiaobo quickly shifted his gaze to another person.

That person was Roland. However, Roland merely shrugged at him, neither affirming nor denying. Clearly, Roland also didn't care about such an insignificant matter or might not have even noticed it.

Next up was Mengdie. Mengdie rarely spoke; she excelled at observation. If asking Sky Shadow yielded zero results, then Mengdie asking would be a complete waste—an exchange doomed to silence. Communication with her was simply impossible. The fatso skipped over her with his gaze and focused on Feng Yi, who was standing farther away.

Yet, Feng Yi wasn't looking his way at all. His eyes seemed fixed on the world outside the window, far away in the Magnetic Field Zone. This stirred a peculiar emotion in Zhang Xiaobo's chest.

Indeed, why was he reminiscing? Why dwell on so many past events? Was it a casual, fleeting thought? Or was he reminded of someone, causing his mind to wander far afield? Perhaps it was the resonance sparked by someone's transmitted emotions.

The fatso decided not to think too much about this. He quickly steadied himself, shook his head, and turned to Blade Warrior with a determined tone: "Alright then, why did you call me?"

"Isn't Space Crystal No. 19 on you? We're almost there, and we need you to take it out."

"Space Crystal No. 19?" Fatso muttered, chewing on the words thoughtfully.

Indeed, Space Crystal No. 19 contained numerous spare materials like magnetic field converters and protective suits. As the weakest fighter in the group, he was useless in battle, so his role was reduced to that of a "tool guy" who handed out gear.

The fatso pulled out the Space Crystal and handed it to Blade Warrior, asking, "How far are we from the target?"

"Not far, at most half an hour. That area seems to be experiencing a battle."

"What? A battle? No way. Apart from us, could there be others on this planet?"

"Not sure yet. Sigh! We'll just have to take it step by step."

"Then how can you be certain there's a battle happening over there? What's your basis?"

"I've got plenty of evidence," Blade Warrior explained. Just like the collision that triggered the storm earlier, there have been many occurrences along this journey. However, she had reprogrammed the shuttle's report system, so no one heard the alerts.

In truth, Blade Warrior had been monitoring faraway activity at her computer station the whole time. The combat taking place there had already exceeded everyone's imagination in terms of destructive force. Its scale rivaled—or perhaps even surpassed—that of Roland and Sky Shadow.

As the team drew closer to the combat zone, the air currents buffeting the shuttle had grown significantly stronger than before. Fortunately, Blade Warrior had activated the shock absorption system, minimizing the team's awareness of the turbulence.

In other words, the fight over there might indicate a battle or could stem from other causes. For now, the team remained uncertain, but since they'd already come this far, they had no choice but to proceed. Furthermore, the zone closely aligned with Feng Yi's expertise in Magnetic Fields.

Hence, they had no option but to advance step by step while bracing for the possibility of combat.

After all, whoever was wreaking such havoc might sense their presence once the shuttle entered a certain range. Of course, this likelihood was not overly high because the vessel had magnetic interference shields, which Blade Warrior had installed to avoid detection by the Bizarre. But no one could predict outcomes with certainty. The team had to prepare for emergencies just in case.

Blade Warrior's words left the fatso deeply shaken, his heart pounding with fright.

——

On the other end of the battlefield, the clash continued...

There was hardly anything left in the vicinity. The ground, hills, and rivers had been reshaped by repeated confrontations. Even Feng Yi's once-neat attire had been reduced to tatters, though thankfully it hadn't fallen apart completely.

From Feng Yi's current perspective, it was clear he stood at an impasse. Even if he managed to defeat the Bizarre, its instantaneous regeneration would immediately restore its body. The Bizarre's seemingly limitless Dark Magnetic Field rendered its energy inexhaustible, turning Feng Yi's predicament into far more than a mere tactical challenge—it demanded a fundamental solution.

Right now, Feng Yi wasn't just facing a physically exhausting battle. Even in peak condition, he doubted he could outlast the fully materialized Bizarre. From the moment the Bizarre's physical form eluded the constraints of cosmic law, the situation had grown exponentially more dire.

Boom!

A punch landed squarely on the Bizarre, catching it off guard. Yet, this assault was essentially an exchange—Feng Yi took a heavy blow in return, both combatants being flung far away, leaving a trail of lingering dust in their wake.

Feng Yi rose swiftly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. With a sharp burst of energy, he launched a second attack on the Bizarre.

Boom, boom, boom...

Pale ripples spread endlessly across the void—a visual effect caused by the compression and expansion of air pressure. Thunderous echoes reverberated...

A distant cry shattered the sky as the Bizarre plummeted to Earth once more, driven into an unknown depth beneath the surface...

The surroundings fell eerily silent once again. The stillness was so profound it felt as though a pin could be heard dropping. For a moment, it seemed as though the Bizarre had completely lost its resolve.

Yet Feng Yi found the Bizarre's tactics annoyingly predictable. With a calm tone, he stated, "Come out. Surely such an attack is far from enough to take you down."

"Heh, this blow did sting a bit." Emerging once more, the Bizarre's presence diminished slightly as its dark energy receded. "But your exhaustion surpasses mine. Give me time, and it's only a matter before I break through to the next level. You stand no chance."

"Perhaps." Feng Yi's smile carried an unnerving calmness. He murmured, "I've got to admit, your learning ability is impressive. After just a few encounters, you've picked up quite a few of my techniques. It's a pity you're still lacking in combat experience."

"Hehe, isn't today the perfect opportunity for that? Feng Yi, humanity's finest warrior. No matter how you attack, gaining insight from your tactics would be no disgrace in my view."

"To be praised by you like this, I can't tell if it's an honor or a curse."

In this instant, Feng Yi's demeanor grew more focused than ever before. He stepped aside cautiously, preparing a rare offensive stance.

"Heh, looks like you're finally getting serious."

The Bizarre appeared slightly surprised. Based on all the knowledge it had gathered about Feng Yi, his usual approach—no matter the opponent—was a 30-degree angled stance marked by nonchalant indifference. Hands in pockets or a casual stretch, Feng Yi rarely employed this sort of combative posture.

Crack! The Bizarre seemed to be preparing something as well. It clenched its fists tightly, releasing a burst of lightning around its body. "Come at me."

"Hah!"

With a roar, Feng Yi's figure soared into the air. His descending assault exhibited no apparent lapse of timing; what seemed like a slow jump concealed the principles of the Third Rhythm, eliminating all intervals.

"What the—?!"

The Bizarre could feel the terrifying intensity of the attack, but it believed Feng Yi's strike wouldn't reach it. To its shock, Feng Yi's attack fused with the Third Rhythm, transcending space and disregarding distances altogether. The strike manifested with an unnerving abruptness, catching it completely off guard.

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