I Came Here to Fight, Not to Reason

The Deathly Stillness lasted for a full three breaths.

Then, a furious shout suddenly erupted from the Alien Race camp:

"That's clearly a foul!"

A burly Alien Race pointed at Qin Wangchuan, his face filled with resentment. "In a duel on the arena, how dare you launch a sneak attack from below the stage?! If everyone acted like you, where would the rules be?!"

A clamor arose, and many of the Alien Race, as if they had found a pretext, angrily denounced the situation.

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan let out a soft chuckle, which sounded like a mocking laugh.

He then stepped onto the stage, treading over the dust that Ye Wuhen had turned into, and stopped in the center.

"Rules?" Qin Wangchuan's voice was calm, yet it drowned out all the noise. "--Well said."

His gaze swept across the high platform, over every face of the Alien Race, whether angry or fearful.

"Since the rules have been broken, they must be punished."

"Punish me alone, and I'll beat you all."

He paused, his tone devoid of any emotion, yet it made the air seem to sink:

"Five, ten, twenty, or all of you together, it doesn't matter."

"I accepted them all."

These words subtly shifted the purpose and direction of this Life and Death Battle.

The Alien Race was speechless upon hearing this.

Arrogant!

Unprecedented arrogance!

This is no longer a challenge, but a trampling of the entire Alien Race's dignity!

Many of the Alien Race had their chests heaving violently, their eyes practically spitting fire, yet none dared to respond immediately.

Ye Wuhen, and that ghostly finger was still vivid in his mind's eye.

On the high platform, after a brief silence, Xuanye's silver pupils narrowed slightly, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He transmitted his voice secretly, and it rang in the ears of several core Alien Race leaders:

"... allow."

"If he wants war, then let him have war."

"Buy time, we'll kill him even if it costs us our lives."

As soon as the order was given, the atmosphere among the previously hesitant Alien Race faction suddenly changed, and their Killing Intent rekindled.

With Zhao Lingyun's help, Chu Wujiu struggled to his feet, preparing to step down from the stage.

As he passed Qin Wangchuan, he paused, his lips moving as he whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Before Shatong died... he left no words."

"But he once said while drunk... that if he were to die one day, he wanted to remain in Three Thousand Provinces and be buried on a sunny hillside."

Qin Wangchuan stood silently, only nodding very slightly.

"I see."

Almost the instant Chu Wujiu and the others left the arena, a figure flew up!

The newcomer was a stern-faced Winged Race with wings on its back and a sharp aura.

--Mo Qianxun, Prodigy of the Winged Race.

Mo Qianxun landed a few feet away from Qin Wangchuan, looking over with a complicated expression.

"Qin Wangchuan... I've heard of you." His voice was hoarse. "I also know that using the Heaven and Earth Law in front of you is very dangerous."

He paused, as if wanting to explain something, "But regarding the matter of the Shatong, you shouldn't have acted this way..."

"Cut."

Qin Wangchuan spoke, interrupting him.

With a single word uttered, an extremely sharp Sword Light pierced through the air!

Mo Qianxun's expression changed drastically. He didn't have time to think. His wings flapped instinctively, and he narrowly dodged to the side!

Sizzle--!

A thin tear silently appeared in the armor on his shoulder, and a faint line of blood appeared on his skin. Although he was not seriously injured, his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"This is a warning."

Qin Wangchuan looked at him, his gaze calm yet exuding an imposing aura of impending doom.

"I'm not here today to reason with people."

"I'll stand here. I'll kill until no one dares to come up on stage, then I'll take his body with me."

"It's that simple."

"If you want to block me, then come at me."

After a brief Deathly Stillness, another figure leaped onto the arena. It was an Alien Race whose entire body was covered in bluish-gray stone skin. His voice was like the clash of metal. "Why waste words with him? Since he's so arrogant, just surround and kill him!"

Immediately afterwards, a third figure descended!

In the blink of an eye, Qin Wangchuan was surrounded by three powerful Alien Race in a triangular formation on the arena.

The Human Race below the stage tensed up instantly.

Ji Wuchen frowned as he looked at the black-clad figures surrounded on the stage, muttering to himself, "Isn't this a bit dangerous?" His gaze followed Qin Wangchuan intently, and suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Etc..."

"Why does he seem to have... no trace of the Black Mist's corruption on him?"

"Because he didn't use much strength at all." Chu Wujiu, who was bandaging his wounds, spoke hoarsely with Zhao Lingyun's support.

He gazed at the arena, but his eyes showed little worry; instead, a strange calmness.

"It looks terrifying, yet you're still suppressing it?" Chu Wujiu coughed, a cold smile curving his lips. "The Alien Race is in deep trouble."

On stage.

The three Alien Race exchanged glances.

"Not being able to use the Heaven and Earth Dharma Manifestation in front of him? That's an interesting rumor," the Stone-Skin Alien said in a deep voice.

"According to intelligence, his Saint Law specifically destroy the foundations of all laws, and are remarkably effective against dharma Dharma Manifestation that rely on the power of heaven and earth," another Alien Race figure, with three ghostly blue fireballs floating behind him, calmly added. "Don't be careless."

"In that case—" Mo Qianxun's eyes sharpened, "Then I'll go first!"

Before he could finish speaking, he vanished!

It wasn't teleportation; it was speed so extreme that it tore through the air with a sharp, explosive sound!

A dazzling aura condensed on his right fist, without any fancy moves, and he aimed straight at Qin Wangchuan's face!

Bang--!!!

A muffled thud, like the beating of a giant drum.

The anticipated scene of the skull exploding did not occur.

The fierce look on Mo Qianxun's face froze instantly, replaced by an incredulous look of horror.

He felt as if his fist had struck an ancient, Undying Divine Mountain!

The force of the recoil nearly shattered the bones in his entire arm!

Qin Wangchuan's face tilted slightly to the side for only a moment under the force of that violent punch.

Then, despite the still-lingering terrifying pressure of the punch, he slowly, inch by inch, turned his head back.

Those dazzling Golden Eyes calmly gazed at their opponent, who was standing right in front of them.

That's it?

Mo Qianxun felt a chorus of alarm bells ringing in his mind, and he almost instinctively roared.

His figure blurred into dozens of afterimages, and his fists, elbows, knees, and legs transformed into a storm of attacks, bombarding Qin Wangchuan's vital points from all directions!

Bang bang bang bang--!

A barrage of explosions resounded, and the arena floor cracked continuously.

Under the immense force of the impact, Qin Wangchuan's feet carved a straight, deep groove in the arena floor, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing everywhere—he was actually pushed back several feet!

However, all the violent impacts that struck him were like mud sinking into the sea, causing no real damage whatsoever.

"Impossible! How could your physical body be so powerful?!" Mo Qianxun finally couldn't help but exclaim in shock, and his attack stopped immediately.

His worldview is somewhat shattered.

In that very instant!

Qin Wangchuan moved.

His right fist then clenched.

No radiance shone forth, but on the forearm, Dao Ji, ancient, and obscure Dragon Form phantom flashed by, then solidified into a pale golden arm guard pattern that seemed almost tangible.

Although not fully manifested, it exuded a primordial pressure that made the space itself tremble slightly.

Dragon Silk Arm Armor.

Then he threw a punch.

Mo Qianxun felt a chill run down his spine, and his survival instinct kicked in instantly!

Its wings closed like a shield, its Protective Astral Energy solidified into a tangible substance, and its arms were instantly covered with layers of bone armor, crossed in front of its body for protection.

Puff--!

A soft sound.

Wherever the fist struck, bone armor shattered and Gang Qi was annihilated.

Mo Qianxun's head exploded instantly, like a watermelon struck by a giant hammer! Before the red and white matter could even splatter, it was blasted into mist by the force of the punch!

Blood mist filled the air, the headless corpse swayed, and collapsed to the ground.

Qin Wangchuan flicked away non-existent bloodstains from his wrist, calmly turning his gaze to the other two Alien Race pupils had shrunk.

"Next."