Although the rules clearly stated that the second round would last three full days, the result was decided before the first sunset.
No one had expected it to end like this.
The Ninja World did not collapse slowly.
It did not fall after hard resistance or bitter attrition.
It was erased.
Before effective command chains could be rebuilt, before scattered survivors could regroup, the Douluo side had already finished sweeping the battlefield clean. What remained was not defeat, but silence.
When the Ninja World's core combatants were successively teleported back into the audience area, most spectators still hadn't reacted. Their eyes remained fixed on the virtual screen, as if the numbers would change if they stared long enough.
They could accept losing.
What they could not accept was this.
The Five Kage were eliminated.
The great summoning lands were eliminated.
Even the legendary figures who symbolized the ceiling of the Ninja World had been forcibly erased from the field.
No excuses remained.
As the final concealed Ninja was located and removed, Mo Jiao's voice echoed clearly throughout the arena.
"The second round—Douluo Continent wins."
This time, there was no mixed cheering.
Only the Douluo side erupted.
The Ninja World's stands were deathly quiet.
Above the battlefield, the final statistics glowed coldly.
[Survival Count Statistics]
Ninja World: 100000 → 0
Douluo Continent: 100000 → 70835
No one spoke.
No one moved.
The numbers pressed down like a mountain.
Mojiao did not pause for emotion.
He calmly transferred the second round's wagers to the Douluo side, then continued.
"The third round will begin tomorrow."
"Betting is now open."
The light screen refreshed.
This time, the Douluo audience showed no restraint at all. Bets surged upward in waves, confidence bordering on fanaticism.
Yet something unexpected happened.
The Ninja World's betting also climbed—rapidly.
Humiliation burned hotter than reason.
If the second round had crushed pride, then the third round became obsession.
When the final numbers locked in, even seasoned observers felt their throats tighten.
Douluo Continent: 86,322,679
Ninja World: 34,548,297
The score stood at one to one.
All noise faded.
Everyone understood what came next.
This was no longer a competition of teams.
No longer a clash of systems or tactics.
This was the summit.
The peak.
The strongest existence of two worlds would decide everything alone.
Gu Yuena stood first.
She inclined her head slightly toward the opposite side.
A faint smile curved her lips—calm, confident, absolute.
Her figure vanished.
Kaguya remained seated.
Her expression did not change.
Only the Rinnegan rotated imperceptibly.
Then she, too, disappeared.
With the two supreme figures gone, the audience finally exhaled. Many left. Others remained behind, unable to sleep, choosing instead to cultivate through the night as if strength itself could be borrowed before dawn.
When the third round opened, the square was instantly packed.
Arguments broke out.
Shouting matches escalated.
Some even agreed to settle disputes outside the arena with their fists.
Victory or defeat no longer mattered.
Only belief.
As the decisive moment arrived, the battlefield shimmered.
Gu Yuena descended gracefully.
Kaguya floated opposite her.
Silver hair and white robes.
Elemental resonance and chakra authority.
Neither spoke.
The entire arena held its breath.
"Combat—begin!"
Reality distorted.
The stage dissolved.
Ancient ruins replaced it—broken stone, collapsed pillars, traces of forgotten wars.
Gu Yuena moved first.
She raised her arm.
Seven elemental powers surged at once, fusing into a radiant torrent that tore forward.
Kaguya did not evade.
Her chakra solidified.
She punched.
The air shattered.
"Heavenly Empty Strike!"
The collision detonated.
Light vanished.
Sound vanished.
Only raw annihilation remained.
The virtual screen shook violently as the camera struggled to lock onto anything at all.
Gu Yuena advanced.
Kaguya answered.
Punch met claw.
Element crushed chakra.
Each exchange tore chunks from the battlefield.
When the storm finally eased, the audience saw the truth.
Kaguya hovered in midair, her aura unstable, wounds spreading across her body. Elemental energy gnawed at each injury, actively suppressing recovery.
Gu Yuena stood firm.
Her breath was uneven.
But her body was unbroken.
Kaguya clenched her jaw.
For the first time, emotion surfaced.
Her hands came together.
Chakra exploded outward.
Above her, the Truth-Seeking Ball expanded violently, swallowing the sky itself.
"Expansive Truth-Seeking Ball!"
She refused to accept it.
Refused to believe that she could be surpassed.
The black sphere descended.
Matter vanished.
Energy collapsed.
The world hollowed out.
Gu Yuena did not retreat.
Her arms dragonized.
Silver scales bloomed, glowing with seven-colored radiance.
She leapt.
"Dragon God Claw!"
Silver and black met.
No explosion followed.
Only erasure.
A vortex formed—warped, silent, absolute—dragging both powers inward.
When the distortion finally faded, the battlefield froze.
Gu Yuena's claw pierced Kaguya's chest.
Silver energy raged within the wound, sealing Six Paths regeneration completely.
Kaguya stared at her.
Her voice trembled.
"So… this is the power of the Dragon God…"
Her body scattered into light.
The ruins dissolved.
Reality reset.
When Gu Yuena reappeared on the stage, she raised her arm calmly.
The arena exploded.
"Silver Dragon King!"
"Dragon God!"
Both worlds shouted the same name.
In that moment, race, origin, and allegiance ceased to matter.
Only strength remained.
She stood at the summit.
The undisputed peak of two worlds.
As the cheers roared on, Li Rong smiled faintly.
"Now the Ninja World territories can be sold to the Spirit Beasts."
"They've seen enough not to refuse."
Bi Ji laughed softly.
"I'll handle the negotiations."
Snow Princess tilted her head.
"Raise the price."
"Force cooperation. Force integration."
Li Rong nodded.
"Do it."
Above the roaring arena, plans continued to unfold.
Power had decided the battle.
Profit would decide the future.