60: Chapter 60 This is called slaying demons and eliminating evil!

[National Hundred Schools Hegemony Competition · Finals]

[Venue: Central Main Arena (S-Class Protection Standard)]

The moment the referee blew the whistle, the air in the entire Bird's Nest Stadium seemed to be sucked dry in a single second.

"Lin Yuan, go to hell!!!"

Ye Fan didn't even bother to draw his lightsaber, which symbolized his noble status. Instead, he suddenly roared toward the sky.

Riiip—!!!

Under his surging muscles, his specially-made black robe instantly turned into a flurry of rags.

Under the horrified gaze of a hundred thousand live spectators and ten billion livestream viewers, Ye Fan's body underwent a hair-raising transformation.

It wasn't just his right arm; greenish-black scales spread across his entire body like a plague, crawling from his neck to his cheeks, and finally even covering his eyelids with a horny layer.

His spine let out a series of crisp pops like crackling beans, and his entire frame shot up to a height of three meters!

A thick, powerful lizard tail covered in barbs burst from his tailbone, slamming into the ground and leaving a deep gouge in the hard alloy floor.

His originally handsome human face vanished completely, replaced by a protruding lizard maw filled with fangs. In those golden vertical pupils, fires of tyranny and madness burned.

Boom!

A terrifying aura belonging to the top of the food chain swept through the arena like a physical storm.

[System Warning!]

[Target fully beastified! Current combat power assessment: Mid-stage Rank Four!]

[Danger! Extreme Danger!]

"Ah!! That's a monster!!"

"Is that even human?! Referee! Referee, stop the match!"

"This is a foul! This isn't a martial arts competition, this is an exotic beast invasion!"

The ordinary spectators in the front rows were turned pale by this foul, tyrannical aura. Some of the more timid girls even burst into tears.

Facing the doubts and horror of the entire arena, Director Li Zheng of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University stood up with a grim face and shouted at the organizing committee:

"This is the 'Atavistic Dragon Blood' awakened by student Ye Fan! It's a manifestation of an S-grade talent! It complies with Article 13 of the competition rules: bloodline-type talents are allowed to be fully released!"

"As long as he retains human consciousness, he is still human!"

This sophistical explanation barely managed to silence the referee, but anyone could see that—aside from that shred of residual consciousness—how could the current Ye Fan be considered human?

He was simply a humanoid beast wearing human skin!

"Roar—!!!"

The fully beastified Ye Fan didn't care about the outside world's opinions at all. Right now, he had only one thought in his mind: tear this damn Lin Yuan to pieces!

Bang!

His feet, as thick as elephant legs, suddenly kicked off the ground.

The specially-made alloy arena instantly exploded, forming a crater five meters in diameter. Using this terrifying reactionary force, Ye Fan's massive body instantly broke the sound barrier!

A distance of thirty meters was almost negligible in the face of the explosive power of a mid-stage Rank Four.

"Want to fly?"

Watching Lin Yuan step onto his flying daggers preparing to ascend, a flash of contempt crossed Ye Fan's vertical pupils.

"Get down here!!"

Boom!

Ye Fan didn't decelerate in mid-air; instead, relying on his staggering jumping power, he forcefully leapt fifty meters high!

This scene was visually striking—a three-meter-tall green monster appearing above Lin Yuan's head, blotting out the sun. That massive claw, capable of crushing rock, lunged toward Lin Yuan's ankle amidst a foul wind.

The advantage of aerial combat vanished instantly before absolute physical prowess!

"Get lost!"

In mid-air, Lin Yuan had nowhere to dodge, and his eyes turned sharp.

He didn't use the cicada wings to block directly; instead, he reached back and drew his "black moon" combat saber.

God-Demon Body Forging Technique · Full Power Block!

Lin Yuan held the saber with both hands, positioning it horizontally in front of him.

The next second.

The claws and the combat saber collided violently.

Clang—!!!

Immense force transmitted through the blade. Lin Yuan felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding high-speed train. The webbing of his thumbs instantly split, and blood sprayed.

"Ugh!"

Lin Yuan groaned as he lost his balance and smashed toward the ground.

Boom!!!

Dust filled the air at the center of the arena.

Lin Yuan's body slammed a two-meter-deep human-shaped crater into the ground. Rubble shot out as spiderweb-like cracks spread for over ten meters.

"Hahahaha! This is the genius? This is the Young Grandmaster?!"

Ye Fan landed with a crash, his heavy body making the entire stadium tremble.

He looked at the dust-filled crater, the tyranny in his eyes growing even thicker.

"You're not dead yet, right? I know you're not dead."

Ye Fan opened his fang-filled maw and took a deep breath. His chest swelled violently as the surrounding air seemed to converge into his throat.

Innate Divine Ability—[Catacomb Dragon Roar]!

Roar—!!!

An extremely eerie, high-frequency infrasound wave with physical lethality, mixed with the unique mental shock of dragon-blooded creatures, instantly covered the ruins.

For martial artists with powerful physical bodies, this roar only felt nauseating.

But for a Mentalist, it was like pouring mercury into their brain!

Buzz!

Within the dust, Lin Yuan, who had just propped himself up, felt as if his brain was being brutally sawn apart by a rusty saw.

In his sea of consciousness, the originally calm lake of mental energy instantly whipped into a storm. The sturdy mental energy shield on his body surface was covered in cracks under the targeted sonic impact before shattering.

Poof!

Lin Yuan's body swayed as two lines of blood flowed from his nostrils, and even his ears began to seep blood.

A sharp pain shot through his brain, and his vision momentarily doubled.

"Mentalist?"

Ye Fan took heavy steps, walking toward the crater one step at a time, his thick tail whipping behind him with a series of cracks:

"Before absolute bloodline suppression, that mental energy you're so proud of is as fragile as a sheet of paper!"

"Now, I'm going to crush every bone in your body, one by one."

An atmosphere of despair enveloped the entire arena.

In the Modu Martial Arts University rest area, Su Xiaoxiao covered her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. Xiang Lie gripped the railing tightly.

Is it a loss?

Facing such a mid-stage Rank Four monster, was there really no chance of winning?

"Cough, cough..."

Just as Ye Fan's massive shadow loomed over the edge of the crater.

A coughing sound came from within the dust.

Then, Lin Yuan slowly crawled out of the pit.

He looked quite battered; his black team uniform was in tatters, he was covered in dirt, and two shocking bloodstains hung on his face.

But he stood very steadily. Even when he raised his head to look at the three-meter-tall monster before him.

In those deep blue eyes, there wasn't a trace of fear. Instead... they were terrifyingly bright.

"The power of a mid-stage Rank Four..."

Lin Yuan casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Plus that turtle shell that can withstand even C-grade alloys, and this voice specifically meant to disgust people..."

"It is indeed a bit of a hassle."

"Hassle? You're in no position to call it a hassle!" Ye Fan grinned hideously, raising his claws.

"However."

Lin Yuan interrupted him.

He slowly straightened his back, and his originally somewhat withered aura suddenly began to climb steadily.

Buzz—!

The air behind him began to distort as nine dark-silver flying daggers emerged once more. This time, however, they were no longer invisible, but radiated a heart-stopping, frigid killing intent.

"This is your full power, isn't it?"

Lin Yuan looked at Ye Fan, his mouth curling into a mad arc:

"Since you've stopped being human..."

"Then I don't need to treat you like a human when I fight."

Lin Yuan's right hand made a grasping motion, and the nine flying daggers began to rotate at high speed, letting out a hum that thirsted for blood.

"In my hometown, there's a tradition."

"When we encounter a beast like you, covered in scales and growing a tail."

"We generally don't call it sparring."

Lin Yuan's gaze narrowed as his killing intent erupted:

"We call it—slaying demons!"