The End, First in the Sixth Stage!

"Click..."

Fine cracks began to appear on the Life-and-Death Wheel, as if it were about to collapse at any moment in the face of this absolute power.

In the stands, Lin Xuanqing's heart was in his throat, and even Old Freak Wang's face once again showed the dawn of victory.

"It's over!" he roared inwardly.

However, at this very moment...

Chen Fan, who had been silent all along, spoke calmly.

"Your path is very strong."

"But it only possesses the fierce power of 'life,' without the end of 'death.'"

The moment the words left his mouth, the Daoist Life-and-Death Dao Resonance in Chen Fan's eyes suddenly reversed!

The Life-and-Death Wheel, which was about to shatter, also reversed wildly!

Buzz!

A completely different Dao Rhythm erupted!

The roulette wheel no longer represents dissolution and obliteration, but rather transforms the power of the "Primordial Dragon Fist" that it has just absorbed and converted into a pure gray beam of light containing the meaning of "Annihilation" and "end," which shoots out in reverse from the center of the roulette wheel!

Use their own methods against them!

No!

It is to repay their power with your own!

The gray beam of light wasn't fast, yet it seemed to traverse the distance of time and space, striking the enormous illusory image of the Primordial Dragon Elephant with unparalleled precision.

There was no sound, no explosion.

The Primordial Era behemoth, formed from pure power and supreme will, was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, or a painting thrown into lava, before the Annihilation Dao Rhythm. It silently crumbled inch by inch, turning into the most primitive energy points and dissipating into the world.

"Puff!"

Zhao Xingkong's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered backward more than ten steps before barely managing to stand up.

His domineering aura receded like the tide, his face turned as pale as paper, but there was no fear or resentment in his eyes, only a sense of realization and relief.

The outcome is decided.

Chen Fan raised his hand and summoned the Life-and-Death Wheel, which transformed into a stream of Stream of Light and flew back into his hand before disappearing without a trace.

He stepped forward, steadily supporting the swaying Zhao Xingkong, and took out a pill radiating a rich life force from his storage space, handing it to him.

"You're very strong." Chen Fan looked at him, his amber eyes clear and sincere. "This battle was exhilarating."

Zhao Xingkong looked at the valuable pill, then at Chen Fan's eyes, which showed no sign of victory. He remained silent for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly.

He took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

"I've lost." He exhaled a long breath, as if a tremendous burden had been lifted, but his eyes were brighter than ever before. "Your path is more complete than mine."

I'm completely convinced.

With Zhao Xingkong's resignation, the epic showdown that had captivated the entire Star River Martial Academy finally came to an end.

In the stands, the ecstasy and hope on Old Freak Wang's face froze completely, turning to utter ashen white. He seemed drained of all strength, slumping into his chair, his gaze blank, muttering to himself, "How could this... how could this happen..."

After a long silence, Lin Xuanqing, who was standing beside him, finally stood up slowly.

He looked at the small figure on the field, looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with long-suppressed spirit and boundless joy!

All eyes in the entire Void Arena were focused on that child...

However, at that very moment...

The vice dean of the Star River Martial Academy, who had been sitting on the highest cloud throne and silently watching the battle from beginning to end, finally opened his deep, star-like eyes and looked at Chen Fan.

A majestic and clear voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, resounded throughout the entire Void Arena, silencing all discussions and clamor.

"The Undying Realm Competition has ended."

"Chen Fan, come forward."

The entire hall fell silent.

The voice that descended from the throne in the clouds seemed to contain some supreme rule that made words law, instantly suppressing all the noise, shock, and fervor.

In the Myriad Beast Valley, Chen Fan helped Zhao Xingkong, whose aura was weak, to his feet. After confirming that it was just a fluctuation in his Origin Source and there was no danger of damage to his Dao Foundation, he let go of his hand.

He turned around, facing the blurry yet majestic figure high in the sky, and calmly bowed in respect.

No words were spoken, yet that was the greatest respect.

On the cloud throne, those deep, Star Sea eyes seemed to move slightly, their gaze gently falling on Zhao Xingkong.

"Pure Martial Dao, steely will; though defeated, still honorable."

These eight simple words are the highest affirmation for a defeated person.

A look of gratitude appeared on Zhao Xingkong's pale face, and he struggled to return the greeting.

Then, the Vice Dean's gaze finally turned to the small figure in the center of the room.

"The Champion of this year's Undying Realm Competition..."

The voice paused slightly, as if giving the entire universe a moment to breathe.

"The Life School, Chen Fan"

The final declaration, like a divine pronouncement, was clearly imprinted in the depths of everyone's Divine Soul, word by word!

Boom!

The deathly Void Arena was suddenly ignited by a supernova, instantly exploded by a deafening roar!

"Chen Fan! Chen Fan!"

"My God! Two years into the academy, Champion the Undying Realm! What kind of monster is this?!"

"The Life School... From this day forward, who dares to say that the Life School is a dead end?!"

Countless new and returning students gazed at the fourteen-year-old champion with an almost reverent, fervent look.

What they witnessed was not just a simple victory, but the birth of a legend!

The Vice Dean raised his hand and pressed Void.

All sound stopped abruptly.

His gaze pierced through the bustling crowd and landed precisely on the two Chief Instructors in the spectator stands, each with a different expression.

"The entire court is the witness to your Betting Agreement."

The Vice Dean's voice was devoid of emotion.

"The outcome is now decided."

Lin Xuanqing could no longer contain himself. He stroked his long beard, looked up at the sky, and laughed heartily. His laughter was so unrestrained that it swept away the resentment and criticism that had accumulated over hundreds of years!

Across from him, the face of Old Freak Wang, the Chief Instructor of the Ancient Martial Arts School, turned pale and then flushed. In the end, all his resentment, anger, and shock turned into a long sigh.

To everyone's surprise.

Old Freak Wang slowly stood up. His burly body no longer possessed its previous domineering presence, but instead carried a touch of desolation. He bowed respectfully in the direction of Lin Xuanqing.

"Lin Xuanqing, you've won."

His voice, transmitted through the Power of Laws, resonated throughout the entire arena, crystal clear.

"I underestimated your path, and even more so this... Human Race Qilin Prodigy."

After speaking, he turned to Chen Fan in the center of the arena. In his cloudy old eyes, there was still resentment, but more than that, there was a complex recognition of a peerless genius by a pure Martial Artist.

"Chen Fan," Old Freak Wang said in a deep voice, "I apologize for my previous words. The doors of the Ancient Martial Arts Schools remain open for you at all times. This time, it has nothing to do with the Betting Agreement, it's all about the Martial Dao!"