Chapter 282: Eight Hours

The light in the Central Hall of Past World Paradise seemed dimmed a few degrees because of that endless battle on the screen.

In the massive floating screen, a wasteland appeared, as if repeatedly plowed by countless wars and drenched with magma and blood.

Under a dark‑red sky, two figures clashed like tireless ancient beasts, colliding in the most primal way.

One side was Qianjie, drenched in blood, with crimson crystals covering a larger area than ever before, and a roar that could almost pierce the screen.

The flames around him were no longer pure scarlet but interlaced with a dark golden hue like the burning essence of life; each punch emitted a shattering screech and hammered the ground, creating bottomless pits.

He was clearly immersed to the extreme in a state of Artificial Collapse overlapped with Burning Blood, Reason String? What is that?

At this moment there was only battle, only the instinct to smash that thing opposite.

The other side was Wan Di, whose whole body was pierced by countless broken weapons like thorns, yet bound together by the same dark blood‑colored energy, barely retaining a humanoid shape.

It did not have Qianjie's deafening roar, only a silent, endless assault and regeneration.

Every time Qianjie's fist shattered a limb or torso, those broken weapons and flesh would rapidly reassemble in a more ferocious manner, simultaneously Counterattack with the same savage force.

It was like a terrifying machine born for war that, once damaged, automatically upgraded itself.

Their Health Bars, in a Despair‑inducing sense of balance, repeatedly hopped between "crazy drop" and "slow rise."

Qianjie's Burning Blood exchanged for extreme attack and speed, while Wan Di seemed to possess a strange trait of "converting received damage into regenerative power."

Moreover, this arena also had an automatic healing function.

Thus the scene became: Qianjie unleashed a world‑shattering combo that smashed most of Wan Di's Health Bar—Wan Di's corpse writhed, the Health Bar began a slow but steady rise while Counterattack—Qianjie was wounded, his anger grew, Burning Blood flared hotter, yet his Health Bar kept recovering, crushing Wan Di again to the brink—Wan Di's recovery started anew…

The cycle repeated, endless and perpetual.

In the hall, time itself seemed to solidify within this endless duel.

Pa Duo, who had been crouching in the corner, now lay like a cat whose bones had been pulled out, collapsed on the soft mat, Tail weakly slapping the floor, her blue eyes losing their sparkle.

"We… we can't go on…"

Pa Duo moaned feebly, "Brother Qianjie and that big guy… when will they stop? My eyes are going blurry… Is there a halftime, or an ad break?"

Beside her, Su, who had been watching the battle with closed eyes, slowly opened his gentle yet now weary eyes and calmly reported a number precise to the second: "Since the battle began, it has lasted eight hours fifty‑seven minutes forty‑three seconds. Moreover, according to analysis, neither side shows signs of exhaustion or declining will to fight."

"Eight… eight hours?!"

Pa Duo let out a mournful wail, fully flopped down, "My Tail hair is getting all tangled waiting!"

Xi Lian cradled a cup of long‑cooled flower tea, her small face twisted with worry as she stared at the screen: "Mr. Qianjie… will he be okay?"

Ke Xia analyzed: "The 'Burning Blood' state and Wan Di's 'War Extraction' trait have formed a certain balance. One side gains explosive power at the cost of self‑consumption, the other converts part of the damage it receives into sustained strength. Unless one side completely withers, or the combat mode undergoes a qualitative change, this loop can… theoretically continue indefinitely."

Da Ti Bao had given up on understanding, hugging a huge plush from the Le Tu entertainment room, and his head began to nod off bit by bit.

Even the usually calm Hua couldn't help rubbing his forehead and whispered to the nearby Kevin: "Should we intervene? At this rate, the burden on Qianjie is too great."

Kevin crossed his arms, his ice‑blue eyes fixed on the two mad figures on the screen, stayed silent for a moment, then shook his head: "This is the battle he chose. Qianjie's way… is just like that."

In other words, unless Qianjie himself stops or is defeated, outsiders have no right to interfere with a fight that may be 'exhilaratingly intense' for him.

Ailixiya looked at the collapsed companions and the yawning Golden Descendant, a hint of helplessness appearing on her beautiful face.

She lightly clapped her hands, trying to liven the mood: "Alright, alright~ Everyone, perk up! Looks like Qianjie and this Mr. Wan Di are truly worthy opponents! Since this can't end any time soon…?"

Her pink eyes twinkled, a bright smile on her face as she addressed the invisible System Miss in the hall's air: "Cute System Miss? Could you open another battlefield for us? Maybe let Sakura try that Miss XiaDie? Two live streams running together, no one would be bored! Right?"

Ge Lei Xiu, curled up in A Bo Ni Ya's arms, his little face flushed from sleep, seemed to mumble in a dream‑like state: "Red… and gold… keep circling…"

A Bo Ni Ya gently stroked the child's hair, shook her head lightly at Ailixiya, indicating Ge Lei Xiu needed rest, then lifted the little girl, gave a slight nod to the crowd, and silently left the hall, taking Ge Lei Xiu back to his room to sleep.

The system's synthetic electronic voice immediately sounded, responding to Ailixiya's proposal:

"Request denied. Current process (Qianjie vs Wan Di) occupies core computational resources excessively, and scene stability must be fully maintained. Cannot run a second battlefield in parallel. Suggestion: patiently await the current process's natural conclusion, or have Qianjie terminate it voluntarily."

"Eh—why like this!" Ailixiya puffed her cheeks, making a disappointed cute expression.

Anyone with eyes could see that the Qianjie on the screen had no intention of stopping at all.

The increasingly fierce laughter and roars clearly reached a climax, immersed in the ultimate combat thrill.

To him, perhaps a opponent that could be unleashed without fearing killing the other was a once‑in‑a‑lifetime "good target."

Thus, the Le Tu Hall fell into an even more awkward situation: a potentially endless war livestream that might last another eight hours or longer, and a crowd of viewers forced to chase updates, their heads spinning from the spectacle.

Pa Duo let out a soul‑shout: "Brother Qianjie! I beg you! Finish it quickly! Or be finished, that's fine too!"

The only response was another savage punch from Qianjie on the screen, crushing half of Wan Di's body into powder and triggering a new cycle.

In a guest room of the west wing of the Einstein‑Beren Castle, outside Dongmu City.

Sakura Matou jolted awake from a dream, her small body trembling violently with fear, letting out a short gasp.

She sat up, her violet‑black eyes widening in panic in the darkness, cold sweat soaking the hair on her forehead.

In the dream… it was that place again.

Beneath the Jiantong Family mansion, the deepest, darkest, most damp Insect Warehouse.

Countless slick, icy touches, indescribable rustling whispers, and a will that seemed formed from countless lives' suffering gently writhing, as if about to awaken… no, it seemed already a bit more awake than before.

That gaze made her feel suffocated even in the dream.