The Next Batch

"What... does this mean?"

Did he know I would show up? Was it intentional?

How did he know?!

Does the academy... know about this too?!

Countless horrifying questions exploded in his mind, almost threatening to engulf his reason.

Qin Wangchuan's voice came calmly at that moment, interrupting all his thoughts:

"It doesn't mean anything."

"You do your thing."

"I'll do what I want."

He paused abruptly, his gaze still fixed straight ahead, and asked a seemingly unrelated question:

How did I play?

The tone was as calm as asking about the weather, yet it carried a strange familiarity, as if it were not being asked of a stranger, but of an old friend who knew each other well.

Tan Lingfei was taken aback, then grinned, revealing a blood-stained, almost unrestrained smile:

"Generally."

The words had barely left his mouth--

As all the mixed-race individuals disappeared into the rift.

The rift trembled violently, lasting for less than five breaths, before vanishing completely with a deafening roar of spatial collapse.

At the center of the energy turbulence, Tan Lingfei was blasted away like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the adjacent stands and flying into the distance.

On the arena, the raging aftershocks slowly subsided.

Qin Wangchuan stood alone in the center of the ruins, as if talking to himself, and whispered:

"I see."

"You also think it's just so-so?"

As he spoke, the aura around him, which had been kept perfectly under control, suddenly fluctuated very subtly for a moment.

Like a famous sword that has been hidden in its sheath for too long, it finally reveals a sliver of its true light.

The light vanished in an instant.

It was so fast it felt like an illusion.

But the feeling it evokes has subtly changed.

Qin Wangchuan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the astonished and uncertain Alien Race opposite him, over the onlookers with various expressions, and finally landing on Feng Qingya in the distance.

"The troublesome person is gone."

"--Now."

"Finally, I can let loose and do whatever I want."

After saying that, he uttered those two words in a low voice:

"Dragon Scale."

Boom--

A dragon's roar suddenly rose from the void!

On his skin beneath his black robe, ancient and majestic Dragon Pattern lit up one by one, shimmering with golden light, as if the soul of True Dragon were awakening within his blood.

The Dragon Pattern climbed, spread, and intertwined, finally emerging from his body, coalescing and manifesting around him.

Transformed into a majestic and awe-inspiring suit of armor, seemingly forged from Dragon Scale!

With its armored body coiled like a dragon and its eyes gleaming with golden light, the dragon's Dragon Might, as vast as the Star Sea, was enough to make the entire arena creak and tremble, causing all living beings to tremble!

Qin Wangchuan slowly raised his head, his gaze beneath the dragon helmet like two molten gold pupils, locking onto Feng Qingya opposite him.

The sound, penetrating the Dragon Armor, echoed with a metallic chill:

"Alright."

Let's start over.

Feng Qingya gazed at the figure clad in Dragon Armor, exuding an aura of impending dominance, and chuckled softly, a hint of relieved certainty in his voice.

"You're not as strong as I thought!"

He spoke faster and faster, as if trying to completely break free from the suffocating pressure he had just felt:

"Your so-called 'all-out attack' was merely on par with my 'Nether Luo Burning World'! Even if you unleash this armor now, it doesn't change the fact that your power limit is..."

As he spoke, Feng Qingya saw Qin Wangchuan raise his right hand.

Pointing fingers together like a sword.

He casually waved his hand downwards in the direction he was in.

There was no overwhelming momentum, no flowing Spiritual Power.

Feng Qingya didn't even sense any Killing Intent; he only felt as if a gentle breeze was brushing past him.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Wangchuan's voice rang out calmly, clearly resounding throughout the entire venue:

"Next."

Feng Qingya's mind went blank for a moment because of those three abrupt words.

He almost laughed out loud—I'm still standing right here!

This thought compelled him to subconsciously take half a step forward, his lips parted, and the unfinished mockery was about to escape his lips:

"I also--"

Laugh.

A faint, almost imperceptible sound.

His vision, without warning, split in two from the very center.

The scenes seen by the left and right eyes abruptly diverged and shifted, as if forcibly separated by an invisible boundary.

Immediately afterwards, the world spun around.

... Why?

The whole world suddenly turned upside down and tilted—his body lost its balance and was falling uncontrollably to one side.

Feng Qingya saw it.

Not with their full eyes, but from two completely different angles, they simultaneously "saw" their own body slowly separating and sliding to the left and right.

'I... am dead?'

Until his death, Feng Qingya never understood what had happened, nor did he feel any pain.

Boom.

The two halves of the corpse fell to the ground one after the other, making a dull thud.

Then comes the arena.

The arena floor, engraved with countless protective array patterns, silently cracked open at the foot of the Feng Qingya, revealing a smooth, mirror-like, straight cut that was bottomless.

The whole process was so fast it was as if a flash of light had passed by.

Wherever light shines, all things are divided.

The Alien Race faction Deathly Stillness silent.

All eyes were fixed on the corpse on the arena, split in two, and the deep, straight cut.

"A monster..."

Someone murmured in a daze, which immediately triggered a resonance that sent shivers down one's spine.

Even though he showed no signs of life, he still managed to kill instantly.

One finger.

Just one finger.

He didn't even use any Daoist techniques or draw upon the power of heaven and earth; he simply raised his hand and made a gesture.

A true Heavenly Venerable Realm Prodigy was silently cleaved in two.

Only now did they truly understand what kind of being this person named Qin Wangchuan really was.

Meanwhile, in the Human Race camp, Chu Wujiu and the others laughed as they watched this scene.

"Yes, that's it, be afraid."

"This is the attitude we should have when facing him."

The brief Deathly Stillness was broken by a few suppressed growls.

"I'll do it!"

Count me in!

"Surround and kill him!"

Several figures leaped onto the arena from different directions, their auras linked, their Killing Intent surging like a tide!

They disregarded all rules and launched their deadly attack before even stepping onto the stage, attempting to overwhelm the terrifying figure.

Qin Wangchuan didn't even turn around.

He simply took a step forward.

The body, covered by armor, turned to the side in an almost elegant arc, the Dragon Form phantom behind it, formed from pure Dragon Might and coiled within the armor, swaying in response.

The dragon's tail swept lightly.

An invisible, arc-shaped ripple spread silently from him.

The four Alien Race Prodigy, who had leaped into the air, suddenly froze.

The next moment, the four people's bodies were severed at the waist.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the upper and lower body were strangely displaced by inertia before crashing to the ground with a gushing fountain of blood.

"Next batch."

Qin Wangchuan's voice came through the Dragon Armor, calm and undisturbed.

Next batch?

The Alien Race faction was completely dumbfounded.

Fear, like cold Vines, coiled around everyone's heart, almost suffocating them.

This wasn't a battle; it was a one-sided crushing defeat!

What level of skill does he possess?

In that instant when despair spread—

"Put... put that out!!!"

From behind the Alien Race, a sharp, piercing voice suddenly exploded!

As if drowning people had grasped at a last straw, their pale faces suddenly lit up with a light that was a mixture of madness and hope the moment they heard those three words!

They know what "that" is.

It was a weapon they themselves feared... the ultimate weapon.

A terrifying, sharp cracking sound came from afar as heavy chains were snapped by brute force!

A short, hunched figure, exuding a nauseatingly violent aura, appeared before everyone's eyes.

It crawled out of the shadows of the passage with a speed that defied all reason—it was hardly human, but more like a wild beast draped in tattered rags and dominated by pure ferocity.

Its skin was an ominous bluish-gray, its joints were twisted backward, and saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth, which stretched to its ears, causing the ground to hiss and emit white smoke as it corroded.

The top five monsters in the Outer Academy: Guiche.