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"Hurrah!"

"Dear viewers!"

"Every friend in front of the live broadcast screen—wriggling your antennae, hands, and wings—of course, if you don’t have wings, just shake your hips!"

"In any case, good evening to you all!"

Amidst the rousing music, the green-skinned host donned a perfectly tailored three-piece suit. His tail stinger quivered uncontrollably in excitement, his segmented lower limbs rustled against the air, and the antennae sprouting from his hair stretched and contracted beneath the glare of the spotlight. The green blood coursing through his veins lent his face a radiant, exuberant glow as he greeted every viewer before their screens with infectious enthusiasm.

"Welcome to the universe's most popular cultivation variety show—‘Supra-Sovereign King’s Cosmic Brawl!’ I am your beloved host, Makka Makka!"

Dazzling light effects erupted within the lavish live broadcast simulation sphere, scattering multicolored shards of light pollution—scarlet, orange, blue, green, cyan, and red—through the air. Behind Makka Makka, three floating screens displayed highlight reels of last season’s champion, runner-up, and third-place finisher.

The program’s signal raced through the Cosmic Light Web, transmitting at trillions of times per second to every galaxy in the Prime Universe.

On the Cosmic Web, trillions upon trillions of viewers were already waiting for the new season of ‘Supra-Sovereign King’s Cosmic Brawl’ to begin!

[It’s starting, it’s starting!]

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