Not a Soul to Be Found Who Could Fight Him
As its name suggests, it is like a ghost or a demon, unstoppable.
Even in Foreign Lands, it is a monster that is strictly controlled.
And now, they must use monsters to fight monsters!
"Roar--!!!"
A superhuman roar tore through the air, and the Guiche's crimson eyes locked onto Qin Wangchuan in the center of the arena.
Then he suddenly exerted force with all four limbs, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the arena floor. His entire body turned into a blurry afterimage, and with a savage and frenzied power capable of shattering mountains, he charged straight forward!
The Alien Race held their breath, their eyes rekindling with an almost morbid anticipation.
"Just wait and see, just wait and see this arrogant Human Race torn to shreds by this real monster!"
Qin Wangchuan watched as the "thing" lunged at him, its arms and legs twisting in a contorted manner, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly beneath his dragon helmet.
Take a step forward.
Taixu Steps.
His figure seemed to briefly detach from reality for a moment, then instantly solidify again.
Then, he stepped on the back of the Guiche.
Click--!
A sickeningly clear cracking sound rang out! The entire spine of the Guiche suddenly collapsed downwards, as if it were about to break completely at any moment!
However, that seemingly collapsing body suddenly unleashed a brute force far beyond comprehension!
The collapsed spine suddenly jerked upwards!
An incredibly violent and unbelievable force of recoil actually pushed that kick, which contained immense power, back!
"We held on!!"
Suppressed cheers erupted from the Alien Race faction.
"As expected! The Human Race is ultimately nothing more than this!" The excited voice from before rang out again, filled with certainty.
"Kill him!"
Qin Wangchuan hadn't expected his opponent to possess such power; his pure physical body was actually able to hold its own against him, who was empowered by Dragon Scale.
However, that's all.
The next moment.
"Fourth Gear."
Boom--
Countless tiny, leaping purple arcs of lightning suddenly burst forth from the gaps in the Dragon Scale!
It's not the Third Gear, but the Fourth Gear blessed by the Supreme Dao Heart!
In an instant, the balance of the battle beneath their feet was overturned.
Guiche's ferocious face suddenly twisted, and the blood vessels in his bulging eyes burst open!
A series of chilling, rapid explosions erupted from his entire skeleton as it shattered inch by inch, starting from his spine!
"Roar--Ugh!!!"
The inhuman roar instantly turned into an extremely shrill scream.
Its limbs frantically clawed at the ground, trying to break free, but it only dug out several deep trenches. Its entire body, like a molten candle, collapsed and disintegrated irresistibly under that foot!
Skin and flesh torn apart, tendons and bones shattered, and internal organs crushed into a paste.
Finally, at a certain moment, the Guiche completely lost its ability to resist.
Qin Wangchuan's foot stomped down like a guillotine!
Bang!!!
A deafening roar, far deeper and heavier than before, followed.
The arena collapsed sharply, creating a huge crater several feet deep, centered on the spot where he landed!
The gravel shot out like a fountain, sending plumes of dust billowing into the sky.
As the smoke and dust cleared, Qin Wangchuan stood proudly.
A faint yet strikingly bright wisp of black mist rose silently from the gaps in the Dragon Armor.
The erosion of the Black Mist finally began to manifest as the power was used.
At his feet lay only a pool of sticky, fleshy pulp mixed with broken bones and filthy blood.
Deathly Stillness.
A deeper and more complete Deathly Stillness than before enveloped the entire arena and submerged the Alien Race forces.
The powerful figure, whom they all regarded as a monster, was trampled to death like an insect.
Meanwhile, far beyond the horizon.
A slender figure with illusory wings of light on its back is tearing through the sky at a speed faster than light!
Before entering the Academy, Qin Wangchuan entrusted the Ten Directions Profound Sword to Ye Jianwei, and frequently fed the weapon to make it stronger.
Two years have passed, and the cracks in the original Mortal Iron have disappeared, transforming it into Spirit Treasure.
It's just one step away from becoming Saint Weapon.
When Ye Jianwei learned from Qin Zhaoer that the Young Master had awakened, he immediately rode the Void Divine Feather and flew over.
Above the distant clouds, the outline of the Wandao Academy could be seen in the distance.
"Soon."
The instant her figure reached the edge of the outer barrier of the Academy—
The ancient longsword he held in his arms seemed to sense something, and its blade suddenly trembled!
Buzz--
The longsword broke free of its sheath on its own, transforming into a dazzling streak of light, like a star falling from the heavens, tearing through the sky and plummeting towards the Academy below!
On the Outer Academy competition stage.
In this Deathly Stillness that could freeze one's soul, Qin Wangchuan spoke again.
"Next."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Below the stage, a Shadow Figure shot out at a speed beyond visual perception!
Before the fist even landed, the terrifying Gale Wind had already compressed the air, creating a piercing sonic boom!
Qin Wangchuan seemed to sense something, but instead of turning around, he threw a punch in response.
Boom!
The two fists collided, and a shockwave exploded!
The figure that attacked suddenly trembled, and the right fist that clashed with Qin Wangchuan, along with the forearm, exploded like a flower!
Fragments of bone and flesh splattered everywhere, revealing the ghastly white broken bone fragments inside.
However, the man merely glanced down at his mangled arm, and instead of crying out in pain, he grinned—revealing a ferocious, almost excited smile.
"Hey..."
His severed arm was writhing wildly, and the bones grew at a visible speed, completely reconstructing itself in the blink of an eye!
He shook the new student's arm, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Wangchuan:
Listen carefully.
"I Yue Chongshan to be your classmate, the First Person in the Outer Academy."
"Qin Wangchuan, you are indeed very strong."
"Without using the Heaven and Earth Law, you might be the strongest... Ah, I forgot you have Zhou Yunyi in your Inner Academy."
"But it doesn't matter anyway."
"Let me make this clear: without the Heaven and Earth Law, you cannot defeat me."
Yue Chongshan's muscles bulged, he slightly lowered his body, and assumed a heavy starting stance, his voice like muffled thunder rolling across the arena:
"Although we're trying to stall for time, I've observed you for a while—every time you make a move, it seems clean and efficient, but deep down it always feels like you're holding back, waiting."
His sharp gaze locked onto Qin Wangchuan: "You're waiting too, aren't you?"
"Waiting for something, or for someone?"
Almost at the same instant his words fell—
A glint of cold light suddenly appeared on the horizon!
At first it was extremely far, but it arrived in an instant!
It was a sword.
The sword is ancient and unsheathed, its entire body shimmering with a hazy gray-white luster, as if it has concealed all the sharpness of the world, yet it still causes a stinging pain to the Divine Soul of all who gaze upon it.
Qin Wangchuan raised his hand.
The sword seemed to possess a spirit, tracing a mysterious path before landing steadily in his palm.
The moment the sword was in his hand, Qin Wangchuan's aura remained unchanged, yet it was as if something invisible had finally reached its perfect state.
He moved.
He took a step with the Taixu Steps.
His figure was both real and illusory, leaving a trail of afterimages, and the sword blade was silently thrust out.
Upon seeing this, Yue Chongshan's eyes flashed with a sharp light!
"Don't try the same trick twice!"
He timed the moment Qin Wangchuan's body solidified, and his long-awaited left fist shot out like a cannonball, aiming straight for the opening in Qin Wangchuan's chest and abdomen that was slightly exposed due to his sword strike!
This punch was perfect in timing, angle, and power!
However--
He had anticipated this move and calculated the opening.
But the calculation was wrong... about the sword's speed.
That seemingly ancient longsword, in Qin Wangchuan's hands, was so fast that it surpassed the afterimage of sight and the prediction of thought.
The force of the punch had not yet arrived.
The Sword Light had already passed.
Laugh--
A very faint cutting sound.
The left arm that Yue Chongshan blasted out was severed at the shoulder and flew high into the air.
His head also flew up at the same time.
Before the sneer on his face could fully transform into astonishment, the look in his eyes froze.
The head tumbled through the air.
The perspective is reversed.
Yue Chongshan saw that his headless body was still in a punching stance, with blood gushing from his severed arm.
"Ha... a mere fatal wound, give me three breaths... no, two breaths will do..."
The thought hadn't fully formed yet.
In his swirling vision, he saw the sky above him—
Unbeknownst to anyone, a gigantic phantom of Dao Sword, almost obscuring the light of the sky, hovered in the heavens, its blade pointing downwards, radiating a majestic heavenly might that made even the space itself tremble.
"Ten Directions Profound Sword"