Chapter 3076: Alien RaceEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Liu Hu didn’t think too much and explained straightforwardly, "Because everyone’s physical constitution is different. From birth to adulthood, it’s generally a gradual increase. Also, various races have secret techniques to control bloodline purity and stabilize internal power. Take the Noel Clan, for example. Those who truly reach Level 42 bloodline are usually old folks from the Elders Council. Normally, common clan members are only granted strength up to Level 30. For those warriors in the arena, some of that restriction gets unlocked, so they might reach Level 35 to 40."

So that was how it worked.

Fang Heng listened and roughly understood.

This was similar to how he used dimensional energy to control the vampires.

Currently, his dimensional level was Level 39.

Ordinary vampires who hadn’t fully unlocked their dimensional power could be controlled by Fang Heng at about Level 20.

Although it was just Level 20, for ordinary players, this kind of boost was already incredibly powerful.

For elite-level vampires who had gone through layers of evaluation and proven their loyalty, they would be granted a higher dimensional level.

Fang Heng had authorized a few vampire princes under Maica with access to dimensional levels between 20 and 35.

The Noel Clan and other races also followed similar principles.

Fang Heng cupped his fists toward Liu Hu and said, "Thanks for the explanation."

"No need to be polite, brother. This isn’t a secret. Anyone who wants to find out can ask around."

Fang Heng thought to himself.

So the upper limit of the Noel Clan’s dimensional level was 45, or maybe even higher.

No wonder they were able to become galactic overlords.

"By the way, I’m curious—what’s the dimensional level strength of the spawns?"

"Not sure. If I had to say, maybe it’s 0."

"Zero?"

"Yeah. All dimensional strength levels are calculated from past arena data. The spawns have never appeared in the arena, so we can’t estimate."

"I see."

Fang Heng nodded lightly and looked back toward the battlefield.

The two young warriors on the arena platform had similar levels of strength.

Both of them were at the master level of the elemental class, and combined with the personal attribute boosts from dimensional enhancements and their racial special abilities, the fight was quite exciting.

At first, the young warriors from the Noel Clan had the upper hand, but they were gradually pushed back. A promising rookie from the Kata Clan won three matches in a row, building up momentum.

The elder had already expected this result and nodded, "Fan Chen, your turn."

"Yes, Elder!"

Fan Chen had already been prepared on the sidelines. Upon hearing the command, his expression grew solemn with a hint of excitement. He stood up from the bench and walked onto the dueling platform.

Cheers erupted again around the arena.

Fan Chen was relatively strong. Against rookies with less combat experience, he relied on his strength and experience to win three matches in a row.

"Good!"

Liu Hu’s blood boiled with excitement and he repeatedly cheered for Fan Chen.

The opposing side quickly adjusted their tactics and sent up a burly alien warrior.

"This could be trouble. He’s from the Rock Tribe. That guy’s a mid-tier warrior—not easy to handle."

Liu Hu had spent most of his time researching the arena when not resting. Upon seeing the opponent step onto the platform, his expression turned serious.

"Oh?"

Liu Hu explained, "Rock Tribe members have dimensional levels ranging from 25 to 35. Their racial talent is excellent. Plus, they have a special secret technique that makes their bodies as tough as stone walls. They’re also naturally gifted in natural sciences..."

Fan Chen had already spent a lot of energy fighting three consecutive matches. His fourth opponent was clearly stronger. After a brief exchange, Fan Chen realized he couldn’t break through the opponent’s defense and sighed inwardly.

This match was probably over for him.

Even so, Fan Chen gritted his teeth and persisted, trying to wear down the Rock Tribe warrior’s stamina. Only after exhausting a significant portion of it did he concede and step down.

This brought the score to six vs. six—a tie.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Only one more win was needed. A final score of 10:7 would be acceptable and save face.

The elder glanced at the remaining two—Fang Heng and Liu Hu—on the sidelines and said, "Liu Hu, how about you?"

Liu Hu immediately felt a bit uncomfortable. He did want to fight, but not now.

The Rock Tribe’s defense completely countered his skills. He couldn’t break through at all.

"Elder, the Rock Tribe’s defense restrains me. If possible, I’d like to wait."

"No problem. Since you’re at a disadvantage, there’s no need to force it." The elder nodded lightly, then looked at Fang Heng and asked, "Fang Heng, what about you? Can you fight?"

"Alright."

Fang Heng responded, then stood up and walked toward the dueling platform.

Liu Hu encouraged him, "Go for it, brother!"

The opponent was an alien warrior with extremely strong melee combat ability. His physique was exceptional, and combined with special natural science-based attacks, he was clearly formidable.

Fang Heng noticed that the arena environment in the Seven Realms Martial Capital was quite good. No matter who stepped into the ring—even someone like him, a total newcomer—he received cheers and applause from the spectators.

The referee was a lean elderly man with gray hair, standing in the center of the dueling platform with his hands behind his back. He looked at both fighters and, realizing Fang Heng was new, repeated the rules: "No-rules combat. Surrender, incapacitation, or falling off the platform counts as a loss. Are you ready?"

The Rock Tribe warrior stared at Fang Heng, got into a battle stance, and nodded slightly.

"Begin!"

*Whoosh!*

As soon as the referee’s words left his mouth, the Rock Tribe warrior felt a blur in front of his eyes.

What!

In the next instant, Fang Heng’s figure suddenly appeared right in front of him!

The Rock Tribe warrior didn’t even have time to use his body hardening technique. All he heard was a loud *bang* by his ear, followed by a tremendous force hitting him from the front. His body lost control and was sent flying backward.

"Bang!"

The Rock Tribe warrior stood up in a daze, looking at himself outside the dueling platform.

He lost?

How did he lose?

He tried to recall—there had been a sudden strong push from in front of him, and then he was flung out of bounds?

The entire arena fell silent for a few seconds before erupting in even louder cheers.

At that moment, the big screen replayed the scene frame by frame using a high-speed camera.

Almost the moment the referee declared the start, Fang Heng’s figure moved rapidly toward the Rock Tribe warrior. Then he punched the space in front of his opponent, unleashing a visible shockwave that blasted the unsuspecting warrior right out of the ring.

"Red side wins."

The referee raised his hand to signal, his eyes showing a hint of curiosity as he looked at Fang Heng.

An interesting newcomer.

On the Norta Clan’s side, the group of rookie warriors who were participating in the dueling platform for the first time cheered excitedly.

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