1702 The Last Dance. X

With an air of superiority and a cold smile, Uranus began to circle the weakened Felix like a hyena assessing its prey.

"Ah, paragon, look at you now," Uranus remarked, his voice laced with mockery. "From challenging a ruler to lying here, drained and defeated...How the mighty have fallen."

Felix, struggling to even lift his head, could only glare at Uranus with a mix of defiance and resignation.

"Uranus...You're...still..in..my...domain," He managed to rasp out, each word a monumental effort.

Uranus laughed, a sound as chilling as the void itself. "Boy, I wasn't born yesterday. I have experienced the universe's punishments more than you can fathom. With the number of chains on you, your strength must be weakened by at least 99%."

"Your domain?" Uranus sneered as he neared his face to Felix, calling his bluff instantly, "Here, I challenge you to hit me or pressure me."