A Field of Wails, Crushing the Outer Courtyard!

He was no longer qualified to fight Tang Lan.

While the two of them were talking,

more than fifty senior students were knocked off the platform.

However, Tang Lan still showed some tenderness toward women.

After all, several of the senior girls fighting him were quite impressive.

He had already set his sights on them.

So during the battle,

he deliberately kept their injuries light.

If they were smart,

they would realize that he had treated them differently.

The other men, meanwhile, were left bloody and battered.

Broken arms and legs; some had even been knocked unconscious.

The arena was now littered with fallen students.

Even the teachers did not know how to stop this.

After all, a whole group had fought one person,

only to be beaten into this state by that one person.

Tang Lan himself was naturally fighting to his heart's content.

Even when his speed was suppressed to that of a Two-Ring Great Spirit Master,

he could still reach the speed and strength of around a Six-Ring.

These students were utterly helpless against him.

By the final moment, only a dozen or so people

remained standing on the platform.

They were the dozen strongest students in the Outer Courtyard.

They struggled inwardly, unsure of what to do.

After all, nearly two hundred people had already been blasted off the platform.

Could the ten of them defeat him?

Hadn't they said his Soul Power would soon be exhausted?

Yet his speed and strength had not weakened in the slightest.

Could his physical condition be far beyond that of ordinary people,

already reaching the level of a Soul King, or even a soul emperor?

They looked at one another.

For a moment, they had no idea what to do.

"Are you fighting or surrendering?"

"Stop dragging your feet!"