Yes, if the 'Bizarre' had known right from the start that everyone was coming to confront it, there would have been no need for it to go to all this trouble, wasting energy to create such a large-scale battle scene.

Their past encounters weren't free from conflict. On the contrary, they had failed to defeat the Bizarre before. Comparing then with now, the Bizarre could only have grown stronger. Even knowing that they had brought Feng Yi from another dimension to fight against it, it wouldn't be foolish enough to rely on false bravado. After all, since it understood their intentions, it would naturally understand the kind of resolve driving this team—a resolve to face death head-on.

From this, it can be deduced that initially the Bizarre was unaware of their arrival on this planet, and the magnetic aura they sensed was absolutely Feng Yi himself.

Which is why Sky Shadow said Zhang Xiaobo's shitty deduction wasn't really an exaggeration. Even though morale might not be the most crucial factor, it does exert some influence.

Sky Shadow seemingly paid no mind to his earlier comment, or perhaps it was just a casual remark. He let out a cold laugh, "Hmph, I just knew that guy wouldn't die easily. After all, he's the Revenge Shadow Rider—an existence that defies common sense. Though I can't guess the reason, nothing surprises me when it comes to him."

Roland quietly shrugged, "I agree with Sky Shadow. This person is indeed unpredictable, much like her..."

When her gaze shifted toward Mengdie, everyone's attention followed suit. To be fair, if Mengdie is mysterious, then thinking about Feng Yi's enigmatic aura makes it clear he is no less extraordinary. If Mengdie's mystery can be described as an elusive ethereality, then the impressions Feng Yi leaves are more like unpredictability, ephemeral yet omnipotent—the orchestrator of miracles.

Fatty Zhang Xiaobo chimed in, "This guy actually smiled. Sky Shadow, are you finally admitting you can't compete with Feng Yi now?"

The mood suddenly froze, Sky Shadow's face slightly darkened, and he murmured, "Idiot, there's no way I'd lose to that bastard. But all that's talk for later—solving the immediate problem is our priority."

Clearly, while Sky Shadow acknowledges Feng Yi's remarkable traits, he doesn't believe he would lose to him. On the contrary, he considers himself the true protagonist. Still, it's undeniable that Feng Yi makes the world more exciting.

Fatty, however, believes he's the protagonist. He is the core of the team—or at least he sees himself that way for now. He declared, "Hey, follow my lead! Don't issue orders blindly. I'm the protagonist here!!"

"Give it a rest. Seeing your utterly ordinary face, how do you resemble any protagonist?"

Sky Shadow seemed ready to butt heads with Fatty, catching him off guard with this remark. After saying so, he leaned alone against the machine's edge, closing his eyes to silently adjust for the upcoming battle.

Fatty was almost moved to tears; the comment struck a sore spot. He couldn't deny it—based on looks alone, Fatty wasn't bad but certainly wasn't dazzling either. Instead, his features were quite agreeable. But on this machine shuttle, how many of them were truly "ordinary"?

Blade Warrior had a devilish figure and a charming face like Ru Hua's. Though not quite an absolute beauty, she was undeniably stunning—a rare gem among countless others.

As for Roland, her elegance carried a calm dignity, moving with grace and composure. Her extraordinary air made one feel a sisterly closeness, while simultaneously sensing a divide as vast as the heavens. She wasn't someone ordinary people could compare to.

Mengdie, on the other hand, exuded ethereal energy. Her natural beauty was radiant and uncontainable, unquestionably the team's standout face.

...Damn it! He was dumbfounded. What was he thinking, comparing himself to these women's looks? Especially in this era of women. He should've compared himself to Sky Shadow or Feng Yi instead.

But he realized he still wouldn't measure up. Sky Shadow was the type whose intelligence and looks coexisted seamlessly. Forget himself; among the twelve stars, Sky Shadow was easily a top-tier in terms of appearance. He possessed features rivaling Kexiao's, yet his cold and composed temperament overshadowed his good looks. If comparisons were to be made, Feng Yi would be the better benchmark. Back in the day, Sky Shadow had been renowned as Feng Yi's equal. Yet due to political needs, coupled with Feng Yi's advantages in interpersonal skills and undeniable superior hard power, Feng Yi always slightly outshined him, suppressing Sky Shadow's radiance.

Thinking of this, Fatty rapidly shook his head and turned his gaze toward Feng Yi. The kid seemed poised to grow up with Feng Yi's commanding aura. Forget competing—he needed a reference point to satisfy his comparison itch.

Fatty glanced over casually, and wouldn't you know it, he spotted something—the shuttle's decoration included a figure of Big Yellow. Fatty had no idea why a crappy company would include a Big Yellow ornament, but he absolutely couldn't believe Feng Yi would bother purchasing one. Damn it, Big Yellow! He'd despised Big Yellow his entire life!

Boom! Scree—

Suddenly, the shuttle trembled violently, followed by the hiss of an airlock. They had arrived, stopping merely three thousand meters away from Feng Yi's aura—a precautionary measure to avoid being immediately obliterated by the Bizarre.

Even though Roland and Sky Shadow thought this useless, and Mengdie expressed silent disapproval, feeling the Blade Warrior's method of descent was pointless—too close to avoid detection—none of them voiced dissent.

"Your friends seem to have arrived," the Bizarre said, gazing in that direction before turning to Feng Yi with a casual shrug. "So, you want to reminisce?"

"Reminisce? Are you that considerate?"

"Perhaps. After all, it's human nature to entertain such gestures. Using your human ways to negotiate might bring me a bit of fun. See? I'm quite understanding, aren't I?"

"Skip the reminiscing. If possible, I'd prefer you disappear immediately," Feng Yi replied with a more tactful response.

Ah… this…? The Bizarre let out a cold chuckle. "Your request is frankly quite demanding."

"Doesn't it fit your self-proclaimed understanding?"

"Haha, I must admit your talent for arguing is impressive—but well, such bravado is only worthwhile now. Soon enough, you'll recognize the true gap between us."

"Let's hope so."

Feng Yi responded concisely. It was clear from their earlier skirmish that the Bizarre hadn't gone all out. Luckily, Feng Yi still had an ace up his sleeve. To his relief, the Bizarre's existence is inherently limited by cosmic rules. This means, even without exposing techniques like the Third Rhythm, the Bizarre would still be forced to manifest its physical form due to these constraints. Although the Bizarre had heard of the Third Rhythm, rumors at best remained speculative—it knew nothing of its terrifying principles.

Woo....

A gust stirred up winds and sand across the barren wasteland. Feng Yi raised his hand to shield his eyes, and when he lowered it, six familiar figures were already striding toward him. Among them was a version of himself from another dimension.

Feng Yi, through the thoughts communicated by Mo Ying, deduced that the Blade Warrior had successfully traversed the Multiverse and found him. Even though Feng Yi hadn't met them personally, he could guess their identities.

The feeling was truly uncanny...

The six approaching figures did their best to suppress their excitement upon seeing Feng Yi face-to-face. Even so, their heavy breaths revealed their overwhelming shock at his familiar visage—it moved them immeasurably.

Fatty's steps faltered slightly. He had come fully prepared, planning to film the scene from afar. If this mission succeeded, he intended to release the footage globally under titles like "Lonely Warriors Battling to Protect Humanity" or "Apocalyptic War," hoping to fetch a high price—or better yet, recognizing its value as priceless.

But as his steps wavered, Fatty's bulky frame tilted awkwardly and he staggered straight toward Mengdie beside him...

Damn it! What the hell! Utterly ruthless!

Fatty's mind was suddenly swarmed by thousands of charging llamas. After all, showing up here had required immense bravery, and now his image was in tatters! Come back! Fatty's heart ached; he wanted to cry, and he also wanted to curse.

Woo... another breath of wind...

Just then, Mengdie elegantly lifted her finger in an upward motion. A fierce gale instantly solidified like stone, halting Fatty's clumsy momentum. This was the long-lost Storm Stance—a gift Feng Yi had left for Mengdie. Unexpectedly, in such a short time, she had already mastered it, wielding it effortlessly.

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