Chapter 550 — A Demigod Battles a True God

"Roger!" Under the bizarre stares of Sen Nian and the Green Dragon next door, the Cyan Floss Worm teleported to the position of Fan Ba of the Star Refining Race, opened a dimensional space, and from it a strange green liquid streamed continuously, dripping into Fan Ba's body.

"Cough, cough." After a moment, Fan Ba regained consciousness. The instant it did, it shot to its feet, warily scanning its surroundings—and then it saw Eleven, holding the spoils of war.

It... it had lost.

Losing was not unfamiliar to Fan Ba. When it had taken part in the God-Sealing War, it had lost to even stronger opponents.

But to lose so absurdly, so miserably—that was a first. It still could hardly believe that one day it would be defeated by an opponent relying purely on physical strength!

"Yii yii yii!!" Eleven picked up the spiked club, weighed it curiously, then trotted forward on its little feet and handed it to the Purple-Skinned Hole-Dweller.

"Don't be discouraged. All of its skills are physique-type skills—raw physical power is its strongest suit. You're already very strong. Let's be friends and fight again next time," Buggy encouraged from the side.

"———" The Purple-Skinned Hole-Dweller fell silent, and then stayed silent. Really?

In this universe, was there really a monster that cultivated only the body?

Even the Cosmic Giant Beast Race, with the strongest bodies in the entire universe, still cultivated other attribute powers, didn't they?

"I lost———" After a moment, it heaved a long sigh, forced to admit that its skills were inferior. Coming to train across the various realms was indeed the right call—there truly was always a higher heaven. Apart from those monsters who regularly competed in the God-Sealing War, there were, it turned out, so many nameless freaks in other tournaments as well.

"Fine, I'll be your friend," it said. "We'll fight again next time."

Next time, it absolutely would not lose.

At this moment, it seemed to have already seen Eleven's limit.

Beyond that, it also looked toward the dumbfounded Sen Nian and Green Dragon beside it, its expression unfriendly.

You two bastards, you set me up, didn't you?

It refused to believe that with combat strength like Eleven's, defeating a mere Canglan Green Dragon was only a narrow victory!

That punch, powerful enough to blast a small planet to smithereens, could have smashed the Green Dragon to pulp in a single blow.

"Th-th-that..." At this moment, Sen Nian gulped madly and said, "Could you... count us in too..."

Frankly, he wanted to make a friend too.

Strong. Too strong. Whether it was Fan Ba of the Star Refining Race or this Iron-Eating Beast Eleven, they were both strong as monsters. He and Gorka—if they wanted to make friends with monsters like these, only then could they improve faster!!

"You two are too weak." The Purple-Skinned Hole-Dweller spoke mercilessly. If not for these two bastards falsifying information, would it have been blasted flying by its opponent in the very first exchange?

Sen Nian and the Green Dragon: "Merciless..."

"No." Eleven also refused. Not a single one of the Green Dragon's skills appealed to it; there was simply no compatibility with its own.

Unlike this Purple-Skinned Hole-Dweller—whether it was the Star Refining Technique or the Control of Darkness, it liked them all.

Sen Nian and the Green Dragon screamed inwardly: Merciless!!!

"Jii!! (Don't lose heart, come back after you've gotten stronger!)" Buggy lay on Eleven's shoulder and shook its head. Work hard, train up a top-tier wood-element divine skill, and maybe Ginseng Baby will be your friend!

Sen Nian and the Green Dragon's morale utterly collapsed. They felt ostracized—worse than losing the battle.

"Big bro with the spiked club, leave us your contact info—we'll invite you out to eat another day and spar again!!" Eleven waved its hand, eager to establish a friendship with Fan Ba of the Star Refining Race.

Shi Yu was asleep, so they could only do their best on their own for now.

Let this bastard go—the universe was so vast, who knew where the next Star Refining Race member might be.

"Uh..." Fan Ba of the Star Refining Race's mouth twitched. Big bro? It was still young! Barely over thirty! It was certain that this Iron-Eating Beast Eleven was absolutely an old monster far older than itself—what was it playing at, acting young?

Not just its appearance, but its voice too...

Just then, another voice rang out.

"Wait—Contestant Eleven, pardon the interruption."

Director Sen, a god-tier Beast Tamer in formal attire, hurried in from outside. Seeing that Eleven and the others were still there, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle...?" Sen Nian looked at the newcomer with a pained expression. Just moments ago in the office, he had said that last time Gorka lost to Eleven only because he'd been careless—but now that this battle was over, even he and the Green Dragon combined had no business lasting a single exchange against this Iron-Eating Beast.

Last time... had they really not eaten?

He began to doubt himself.

"Divine Son Fan Ba, you're here too." Director Sen smiled slightly at Fan Ba as well and introduced himself: "Greetings, everyone. I am Director Sen of the Seventh Office of the Myriad Races Committee's Canglan Branch. I saw the battle just now as well. May I ask, Contestant Eleven—would you be interested in participating in a cross-tier battle???"

Fan Ba's expression shifted slightly.

"A cross-tier battle?" Eleven was curious.

"That's right, a cross-tier battle," Director Sen said. "You've already fought two ranking matches, but you haven't even begun to show your full strength. Among the quasi-deities of the Canglan Realm, there's no longer an opponent worthy of you."

"If you want to see the limits of your potential, you can apply to the Myriad Races Committee for a cross-tier battle. You can enter the 'Second World's' Myriad Races battlefield at quasi-deity rank and be matched against deity-level opponents, without having to wait until you reach deity rank to gain access."

"And if you can win a cross-tier battle, it gives a far greater boost to your race's ranking."

"At the same time, win even one match, and your record will reach the Myriad Races Committee headquarters. The benefits that would bring are beyond imagining—many great star races might extend offers to you."

"The Myriad Races Committee has funds set aside specifically for cultivating powerful new races. All of it can be fought for."

"And it's not just you who benefits—the entire Iron-eating Beast race stands to gain from your flawless performance."

Director Sen had already concluded that the Sen family had no hope of ever wooing this monstrous Iron-eating Beast race. Better, then, to treat it as an achievement: if he could recommend to headquarters a quasi-deity capable of defeating deities across tiers, he himself would reap no small reward.

"Contestant Eleven, rest easy. Cross-tier battles won't match you against overly powerful deities—generally they're entry-level deities from races ranked near the bottom. With your formidable physique, combined with your Light Control and that mysterious top-tier divine skill, the grindstone, your chances of victory are excellent!" Director Sen pitched with feverish enthusiasm.

But at the mention of Light Control and a top-tier divine skill, Fanba beside him froze mid-thought and turned to look at Buggy.

Then he looked at Eleven.

What, what? The purple-skinned hole-person was stunned. There was a top-tier divine skill, the grindstone, too? What even was that?

"Besides, if you win, you'd be the youngest cross-tier victor ever, wouldn't you? Four years old, defeating a true deity in a cross-tier battle!!" Director Sen said. "Once headquarters acknowledges you, you'll have an even greater stage on which to improve yourself!!"

Four years old!