Three Declarations, Three Questions-None Dared Answer
The next breath.
The Dao Sword fell.
The rampant Sword Qi and shockwaves spread wildly in all directions, crashing into the protective Light Screen activated at the edge of the arena, creating a blindingly violent ripple.
The Light Screen flickered and wailed, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.
No matter how strong Yue Chongshan's body was, or how fast he recovered, he was like an ant before this sword strike of ultimate power, instantly turning into dust.
Qin Wangchuan stood with his sword hanging down, watching the dust gradually dissipate, before slowly speaking:
"You guessed correctly, but it's useless."
He spoke without pausing, holding his long sword, and strode forward.
The soles of the boots crunched softly on the pebbles at the edge of the sword pit.
"Infinite regeneration, a near-immortal body... truly deserving of the title of the strongest in the Outer Academy."
As Qin Wangchuan walked, he calmly recounted his story, as if he were merely dissecting a Technique Method.
As he spoke, the dust, which had not yet fully settled, began to gather in a way that defied all logic!
They seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, condensing in mid-air and eventually transforming into a thin, long blood spike!
Below the arena, among the Alien Race who knew of Yue Chongshan's special physique, a glimmer of hope had quietly ignited in their eyes.
No one could have imagined that something shattered into dust could still survive.
This is precisely Yue Chongshan's most terrifying and unpredictable trump card.
He used this move to defeat more than one opponent stronger than himself!
Qin Wangchuan continued walking without stopping, seemingly oblivious to what was happening, and said:
It's not that you're too weak.
"It's just that your luck wasn't very good."
The moment the words fell—
The blood-soaked thorn suddenly burst forth!
It transformed into a scarlet streak that tore through the air, moving at a speed exceeding that of a sonic boom, and pierced straight at Qin Wangchuan's unsuspecting back!
This attack was insidious, violent, and completely unexpected!
Enough to instantly cripple or even kill the vast majority of unsuspecting powerhouses!
However--
Behind Qin Wangchuan, the air cracked silently.
Dao Ji tiny, yet profoundly deep black crack appeared without warning.
Slaughtering Dao Heavenly Scar.
The bloodthorn plunged headlong into the crack, without even causing a ripple.
The crack existed for only a moment before quietly closing, as if it had never existed.
Immediately afterwards--
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Above the arena, dozens, even hundreds, of identical black cracks appeared in the void!
They crisscross, like a spider web that preys on those who try to reassemble or escape, completely swallowing up the dust particles that attempt to regroup or escape!
In the blink of an eye, all traces of Yue Chongshan on the arena were swallowed up by this omnipresent "Heavenly Scar".
The final, massive black crack even covered half of the arena.
It swallowed up the remaining energy and Blood Qi essence, and then slowly dissipated.
From beginning to end, Qin Wangchuan never stopped.
He stepped on the invisible "Heavenly Suspended Silk," walking calmly towards the center of the arena, towards the Alien Race camp that had become utterly Deathly Stillness because of him.
Not even the hem of her clothes was stirred.
Are we weaker than those Yue Chongshan?
Not weak.
Not only are they not weak, but they are terrifyingly strong.
Based solely on his near-immortal body, even in Foreign Lands, he would be considered top-tier, deserving of the title of the number one in the Outer Academy.
He just...
My luck was absolutely terrible.
Unfortunately, he encountered Qin Wangchuan, who possessed the Slaughtering Dao Heavenly Scar.
Below the arena, at the edge of the Human Race camp.
Chu Wujiu stared at the dark Heavenly Scar on the arena, subconsciously swallowed, and his voice was a little hoarse:
"... Too brutal."
Ji Wuchen, standing to the side, crossed his arms and remarked, "As expected, this level of sneak attack couldn't hurt him."
"I failed to ambush his phantom during the chaotic battle last time, let alone a one-on-one duel."
"After all, they claim to be able to see the future." Li Xuan suddenly spoke, his gaze shifting to the massive sword pit, his voice deepening:
"But... is it necessary to use this sword?"
The Ten Directions Profound Sword is one of Qin Wangchuan's two Giant Swords.
To be precise, that wasn't Swordsmanship; it was "Heavenly Punishment" capable of erasing even the Heaven and Earth Law.
"Although it wasn't explicitly stated, I could tell from our previous duel."
"The Heavenly Sword can be used freely, but this particular sword strike seems to be usable only once in a short period of time. Now that we've used it, what will we do afterwards?"
"I need it now!"
Chu Wujiu slapped his thigh suddenly, his voice rising abruptly as he pointed at the Deathly Stillness Alien Race camp opposite him:
"Look! Look closely at those Alien Race!"
"They were terrified! They didn't even dare to look up! They were afraid they'd be the next ones to be called out!"
"This sword strike did not Yue Chongshan."
"But rather, we must make all other Alien Race see clearly—"
Chu Wujiu spoke slowly and deliberately, lowering his voice, "Dare to go on stage, and this is what will happen to you."
On the arena.
The Deathly Stillness continued to spread.
Qin Wangchuan's voice rang out again in the Deathly Stillness, clear as a death curse, echoing in the ears of every Alien Race:
"Next!"
But this time, on the Alien Race side, only the faint sound of swallowing saliva could be heard; no one answered, and no one dared to move.
Qin Wangchuan's gaze slowly swept over the pale and stiff faces opposite him.
"Next."
He repeated, a chilling rage, unlike anything he had shown before, seeping into his voice.
The anger was not frantic, but heavy as an abyss, clearly spreading to every corner and weighing on everyone's hearts.
I said--
He took a step forward, and the arena beneath his feet, which had not yet recovered, exploded with cracks once more.
"Next!"
An icy chill, as real as fury, swept through!
Unfortunately... no one responded.
Qin Wangchuan always entered the stage with anger.
He hadn't shown it before because his anger was never directed at these silent, trembling Alien Race.
That almost tangible rage, from the moment he stepped into the ring, was always directed towards something deeper and darker—to the mastermind behind it all.
Since no one answered, Qin Wangchuan tried a different approach.
"Is there anyone still willing to fight me?"
His first question was asked in a low, calm voice, as if he were confirming something.
No one answered.
"But is there anyone who will fight me?"
His second question, delivered in a slightly somber tone, carried an air of unquestionable accusation.
The Deathly Stillness remained.
"But there is still someone who will fight me!"
His third question, delivered with a thunderous roar, carrying an intense, suppressed rage that swept across the entire room!
I asked three times, but no one dared to respond.
Seeing this, Qin Wangchuan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the area once more, finally settling on the magnificent platform in the distance, shrouded in spiritual light and iridescent colors.
There, several pairs of eyes were constantly cast upon them, calm, amused, and with a condescending scrutiny.
"Since no one dares to step onto the stage and fight me..."
His voice suddenly turned icy cold, and he pointed his sword at the high platform:
"That one behind the scenes, a descendant of King Sovereign— "
"It's about time they showed themselves."