One punch strikes forth.

The entire arm of Nokron suddenly turns into vivid green trees, and with the punch, his whole body instantly merges into the skin of the giant Tree-man.

He entered the body of the Giant.

The Emperor saw this scene and said deeply:

"So fast? I thought Zhu Qi could hold out for a while longer; he has already conquered the Giants and even become part of the Giant organization."

"He is like a virus, bypassing all rejection reactions, disguising as internal cells, devouring and roaming the opponent's body."

Watching after that punch, the Giant was instantly invaded internally, even Atabia, who had anticipated it, fell into silence.

To speculate beforehand, but to witness such an incredible scene and accept this miracle, are two different matters.

At this moment, all mortals watching the battle transmitted from the Divine Realm felt an apocalyptic atmosphere instantly shrouding the Martial Arts continent.

"Lost again?"

"This is bad; this should have been our last trump card."

"Do we already have no hope?"

"No hope, how could there be hope? There was none from the start."

Amidst crazed shouting, looting, and dazed crowds, the whole world seemed to plunge into chaos.

"This is expected."

The Emperor calmly nodded, "The world has already begun to panic. Though we can disregard the common people, for this battle, we must leverage the common people. Are you ready?"

"I need time."

Atabia frowned, "Hmph! Again acting as a benevolent, passionate Emperor, leveraging the power of the common people to attack the gods? Well, you can start now then, proceed, while I continue my preparations... You're truly demanding my life."

"Atabia, you can do it. You are the strongest Creator God in the whole world; you are unique, aren't you?" The Emperor smiled, "Then I'll begin."

"Suit yourself." Atabia closed his eyes and continued his frantic extrapolation, "My battle is also about to start."

The Emperor nodded and spread his voice through the Celestial Dao across the world once again.

"Everyone, I am Heavenly Dao Sylvie."

"The entire world is imminent to its demise. We need your help; I have an absolutely winning plan."

What?

Absolutely winning?

Everyone heard the voice from the Celestial Dao and felt it was unbelievable.

"I will disseminate a large number of new Martial Arts Secret Manuals, and some of you True Gods will practice this Martial Arts Secret Manual, then sever your foundations to become a new race of low-level True Gods."

"To win against him, we need about thirteen thousand low-level True Gods, with no strength requirement, just need Three Rings, Four Rings."

"Although we currently only have eight thousand kinds of Martial Arts Secret Manuals that can enable becoming gods, the next four thousand kinds of Martial Arts Secret Manuals will soon be opened by someone for us."

...

The mortals across the land hesitated upon hearing this.

What exactly is the intention?

To create more low-level True Gods of martial arts, to provide power for the Celestial Dao?

But even so, repeating the steps just taken might not yield any result because that incredible monster is also growing stronger.

"No way left, a shot in the dark."

"Tch! What I care most is whether the completely new four thousand types of Martial Arts can really be created quickly without repetition? Who can achieve such a feat?"

"Alright, although I'm not sure what's expected, let's be ready."

The entire world descended into chaos again, rediscovering hope in effort.

At this moment, Atabia was clutching his head, almost going mad.

One race, two races, three races... This was crazily taxing his brain cells, as even the most ordinary trash race was not easy to create.

It was like a singer forcibly writing fifty songs in ten days.

This was truly a gigantic challenge.

"The one truly fighting is me, me, Atabia." Atabia's mind almost felt like exploding under the Gate of Truth's support.

And as a multitude of new race's Ultimate Techniques was transmitted down, countless Three Rings and Four Rings True Gods began to break through.

This caused Heavenly Dao Sylvie to strengthen frantically, becoming increasingly terrifying, and even Nokron's power started to explosively grow.

The ring count increased by the minute.

"We succeeded!"

"That's how he strengthened!"

The Emperor saw this scene and instead became excited over Nokron's strengthening.

"The rules of the Crystal Wall World, since ancient times, prohibit truly powerful beings from entering the Crystal Wall World, so to win is simple: let Nokron grow stronger and be squeezed out by the world!"

"Let him become a giant deity in Chaos, forcibly blocked outside the Crystal Wall, never able to enter our world again!"

Based on speculation, True God is believed to be above Middle Thousand World's accommodating limit!

Above True God, exclusion is inevitable.

And Nokron's realm clearly exceeds the surface level; even a mortal possesses True God power, a mortal having over ten thousand rings is absurd...

It's simply unimaginable!

Normal True Gods have dozens of rings. Once this ten-thousand-ring mortal breaks through to True God, how terrifying will he become?

His actual realm's combat power surely surpasses True God and easily destroys a Middle Thousand World, inevitably being expelled.

"If the guess is correct, one of his fists has four thousand rings, two have eight thousand rings, and the overall Life Map might break through True God at around twelve thousand rings, being expelled by the world."

"This is a surefire strategy."

"Even with higher ring counts, as long as Atabia can hold out and drive up to fifteen thousand rings, six thousand rings, then he breaks through to True God, the Celestial Dao's momentum should still expel him."

"Meanwhile, he must accept this growth passively; if he doesn't grow stronger, the already frantically strengthening Heavenly Dao Sylvie will outright crush this mortal."

"No acceptance is not an option; acceptance leads to expulsion, a dilemma."

This is truly the battle art.

Defeating the strong with the weak, an art of pinnacle mastery.

Converging all data, clues, possibilities to find the only solution.

"When Celestial Dao kills, why need oneself?"

Atabia sat quietly on the imperial throne, constantly extrapolating each race into Martial Arts Ultimate Skills, tossing them to the souls of the Lower Realm.

"The era is enough for killing."

His voice carried a coldness, echoed in the Divine Realm, and the ears of the Lower Realm continent, resonating across the world's mountains and seas.

Atabia calmly sat on the throne controlled by the giants, as if returning to the original era, his previous self controlling the Giant God to challenge the gods.

And this time, he had hope of winning controlling the Giant God.

Destiny repeats, isn't the present just a familiar history?

"Oh distant Multi-Dimensional Ancient Gods, have I finally begun dealing with you? This is the first battle of retaliation."

Atabia stood up.

Immense and vast data kept calculating.

His creativity and intelligence seemed endless, like spring water bubbling forth, casting low-level martial arts Ultimate Techniques into the mortal realm like snowflakes, enriching all the Secret Manuals of the Martial Arts World.

He was pushing the development of the entire Martial Arts World single-handedly.

"Killing doesn't require martial prowess."

"Trend is the sharpest blade."

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