Kulas was sealed off by the force field wall. Agon and Balomon were locked in a fierce battle on the other side... They went all out from the very beginning. Agon intended to capitalize on Balomon having just escaped the microwave zone, weakening his combat power as much as possible. This was an advantage gained through observation, a rare opportunity painstakingly created by Yang Ying's Observer.

At this moment, Balomon, suffering from internal injuries caused by the microwave radiation, could not exert his full strength and was forced into a defensive posture. However, the self-healing ability of a Peak Master was terrifying; the damage inflicted by the microwaves would recover within minutes. He needed to endure these few minutes, then wait for Helas to break out, so the two of them could focus their combined strength on Agon.

The light staves of the two Ape Peak Masters clashed back and forth. The speed of their exchange surpassed the limits of human perception. The two figures darted like lightning, clashing instantly. One moment they were on the roof of this building, the next they were atop another tower a hundred meters away.

Agon wielded his light staff with unbridled vigor, gradually constricting the range of Balomon’s light skill manipulation. Balomon struggled to cover both ends, gradually revealing signs of defeat.

Under normal circumstances, a contest between Masters possesses a fundamental difference from one below that level. Since nothing in the world can move faster than time—even reaching the speed of light merely causes time to stop—Master-level experts capable of discerning future timelines have achieved a state of near-perfect, impenetrable swordsmanship or staff techniques.

As long as an attack originated within the range of their technique or light staff, and did not exceed a certain threshold, even the most cunning angle of attack from any direction could be intercepted one hundred percent. This area, determined by the attack range of their weapon, was known as the Defense Circle. Master-level experts held absolute control within their respective Defense Circles.

To shatter such a Defense Circle, only two methods existed. The first was to attack with a force exceeding the Master's defensive limit—for instance, a nuclear bomb or an extremely dense barrage of fire.

The second method was to use another Master’s Defense Circle to press in upon the existing one, compressing it tighter and tighter until the weapon could no longer operate, thereby breaking the circle.

Therefore, when two Master-level experts of comparable strength fought, victory wasn't decided in a single exchange; hundreds of moves, or even days and nights, were commonplace.

Currently, Agon was compressing Balomon’s Defense Circle. Due to his injury, Balomon’s light staff movements were less fluid than Agon’s. Every clash with Agon resulted in a minuscule accumulation of disadvantage, and as these small disadvantages piled up, Balomon’s Defense Circle shrank inexorably.

Meanwhile, the microwave assault outside Port Seven had not ceased. Helas, while fending off the microwave incursions, simultaneously bombarded the force field wall again with his particle cannon. Since the force field wall possessed self-healing capabilities, Helas, having only half his attack power restored, would require more than double the time to break through.

Both sides were racing against time: would Helas break out first, or would Agon subdue Balomon?

The intense battle brought down entire swathes of buildings. The ground was pulverized into rubble. Even the aftershocks of a battle between Peak Masters were something ordinary structures could not withstand.

Yang Ying climbed atop a 150-story skyscraper, situated about ten kilometers from the battlefield. The view from the rooftop platform was excellent, allowing him to take in the entire scene.

Although he could watch via the optical feed transmitted by the Observer, watching with his own eyes felt entirely different from viewing it indirectly through a screen. It was like the difference between someone insisting on attending a World Cup match live in the stadium to fully soak it in, versus watching the broadcast at home. Though both were watching the World Cup, the atmosphere in the stadium was undeniably more palpable.

What was unfolding in Paradise City was a rare clash of the titans, and Yang Ying, striving to break through to the Master realm himself, could not possibly forfeit such a prime opportunity for direct observation. It was like having the stadium right beside him, yet choosing to watch the television relay instead.

In this peak confrontation, both Agon and Balomon displayed breathtaking presence. Even from ten kilometers away, Yang Ying could clearly feel the earth-shattering clash of their psychic energy. The entire city trembled beneath them. The streets were filled with fleeing crowds, treated as disposable pawns by Nabbu. They still didn't know what was happening, only that colorful light flickered violently in the sky, and the city was collapsing as if the apocalypse had arrived.

The battle had raged for about five minutes; the two Peak Masters had exchanged over a thousand blows. Balomon had sustained several new wounds, all in non-critical areas, which did not impede his fighting—a result of sacrificing the minor to protect the major.

However, he finally heard the sound he had been waiting for: the crack once more, as the force field wall began to fissure and collapse, opening a gap. Helas shot through in a flash.

Agon frowned deeply, instantly retreating several steps, holding his light staff horizontally, and then let out a mighty shout—

With that roar, a great wind instantly swept across the ground. This was no ordinary gale; it was dozens of times stronger than a Category 12 hurricane, conjured by Agon, a Peak Master proficient in wind magic.

The wind was laced with razor-sharp wind blades, their power leaving distant Yang Ying awestruck. Deep grooves, stretching fifteen to nearly twenty meters long, spontaneously appeared across the ground.

Agon poured all the accumulated advantage he held over Balomon into this single strike, making it incredibly difficult for Balomon to evade. The overwhelming, mighty wind blades struck like daggers, slicing open gashes all over Balomon’s body. Blood erupted violently, instantly dyeing Balomon red like a blood-soaked ape.

Yet, after exhausting this advantage, Balomon seized the opportunity to break free from Agon’s relentless assault, gaining a vital respite to reestablish his Defense Circle.

“As expected of Agon, you haven't let your cultivation stagnate over the years. Your wind blades are even sharper,” Balomon remarked. Despite his severe external injuries, there was no hint of dejection in his tone, as if he were the victor.

“Pity, this is all the damage I managed to inflict on you in the end,” Agon sighed.

Fighting two opponents, he needed to conserve his psychic energy consumption as much as possible. A single complex spell drained far more psychic power than simply swinging a light sword. In a Peak Master confrontation, retaining even a sliver of psychic energy at the end was crucial. Thus, Agon had waited until Helas broke through before unleashing the gale, exhausting his accumulated advantage all at once.

At this point, Helas, now free from the force field wall, closed the distance with massive strides. He tore off his black cloak, revealing tight fighting attire, opened his mouth, and roared—a sound that shook the heavens, like a volcano erupting. His entire body blazed with scorching white fire as he charged towards Agon.

Hearing Helas’s roar, Yang Ying’s body swayed involuntarily, his ears filled with a deafening drone, as if a massive swarm of mosquitoes were holding a meeting.

On the streets below, the ordinary people reacted as if the sky had fallen. They collapsed to the ground, clutching their ears and screaming. Most of them suffered ruptured eardrums; unless surgically repaired, their hearing would be barely better than a deaf person's.

Simultaneously, dozens of traffic accidents occurred instantly, virtually blocking all major avenues.

In truth, the number of accidents could have been ten or even dozens of times higher, but the widespread adoption of autonomous driving programs meant most people preferred letting computers drive rather than taking the wheel themselves. These people were fortunate enough to escape disaster, whereas vehicles manually controlled by drivers inevitably became entangled in the chaos.

Pedestrians who managed to recover from the sonic shock stumbled around as if drunk, swaying unpredictably and frequently falling. This was because the human middle ear is vital for controlling balance, and their inner ears had suffered sonic trauma. Even standing up became an immense struggle.

After unleashing that roar, Helas joined the fray, immediately shifting the balance of power. Two Peak Masters combined, even an injured one, were a formidable force.

Under their joint assault, Agon could no longer maintain an advantage. The three Defense Circles intertwined, fiercely contesting one another, resulting in a temporary stalemate. However, Yang Ying knew that Helas’s and Balomon’s bodies were rapidly healing. As time passed, they would return to full strength, and then it would be Agon’s turn to be at a disadvantage.

Yet, Yang Ying didn't believe Helas and Balomon were guaranteed a win. The stage Nabbu had constructed using the entirety of Paradise City was indeed formidable; the trap at Port Seven was only one element. Nabbu had other contingency plans. Yang Ying had already glimpsed a corner of these hidden measures through the Observer’s reconnaissance.

The next few minutes unfolded almost exactly as Yang Ying had predicted: Helas and Balomon’s bodies gradually recovered, and the trajectories of their light staves became increasingly difficult for Yang Ying to track. Agon was clearly beginning to contract his Defense Circle, slipping into a suppressed position.

Just then, Helas suddenly hurled a ball of fierce flame, blasting Agon backward through two buildings, sending him crashing onto the adjacent street. This burst of fire consumed the momentum they had built up, and although it inflicted some burns on Agon, it gave him a crucial chance to regroup.

Helas acted this way because a beam of golden light, resembling a spear, was hurtling straight toward them from the distance and arrived in an instant. Helas was struck by the golden light just after throwing Agon, sending him flying backward.

Watching this fierce dragon-and-tiger battle, excitement radiated from Yang Ying. He mused to himself, Nabbu is serious about killing Helas; he’s truly spared no expense. Perhaps in his eyes, using the entirety of Paradise City as a stage for three Peak Masters to perform was a bit extravagant. He’s also invited a fourth Peak Master to be an actor on this stage!