15: Making history

What?!

The Long Country audience stared with shocked eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

The foreign audience had stiffened smiles, as if frozen solid.

Lin Yan didn't care in the slightest what they were thinking.

After that single strike.

He merely paused his forward charge for a moment before stomping down on the ground with force once more.

With a violent explosion, he shot forward like a cannonball.

"Die!"

The heavenly emperor halberd was the first to sweep horizontally towards the three fallen figures in the center: Elle, Dick, and Colby.

"You..."

The three only had time to roar out this single word.

Swish—!

A cold glint flashed instantly.

Three heads soared high into the air, blood spurting forth.

Lin Yan didn't pause for even a moment. His figure flickered, the spear tip and blade edge of the heavenly emperor halberd in his hands slashing down like a violent storm upon the others struggling to get up.

Bang... Bang bang—!

The sounds of violent impacts against the ground were unceasing.

In the blink of an eye.

The incredibly realistic Virtual Network arena was awash in a river of blood, the stench of gore permeating the air.

"Stage Two, First Match, concluded."

"Time elapsed: 5 seconds."

"Next match begins in 10 seconds."

Everyone looked towards the black-haired youth standing in the center like a demon god, momentarily stunned into silence.

Then.

"Holy shit!"

A tsunami-like roar erupted.

"Incredible!!"

"Holy shit!"

Duan Tiancheng slammed his palm on the table.

I knew it! I knew it!

This kid was bound to stir up trouble!

His face was full of excitement.

Taking off! Taking off!

This isn't just being a freak!

This is being a goddamn monster!

...Diwu University.

Gu Chen, who was standing, slowly curled up the corners of his mouth.

Interesting.

He turned and walked towards the cultivation room.

Across the various universities in Long Country.

The pupils of all the Prodigies and geniuses trembled as they fell into silence.

They can't stop him.

No one can stop him now.

Even.

Breaking the record is just a matter of time... The bloodstains dissipated.

Lin Yan, having returned to his own spot, wore a face full of calm.

Ever since he fused his Martial Skills, raised them to yellow extreme Medium Grade Perfection, and made a Breakthrough to first-order ninth-level before returning for testing.

He already knew what today's outcome would be.

Fist Power: 34,566 kilograms.

Halberd Power: 42,155 kilograms.

Invincible within second-order third-level?

With the Hegemon's Double Pupils assisting.

He could even fight a normal second-order fourth-level opponent.

Time passed.

Ten seconds went by quickly.

However.

"What's going on?"

"Isn't the time up?"

"Yeah."

"Why is there no one there?"

The audience gradually noticed a problem.

Namely, that besides Lin Yan, there was no one else in the center of the arena.

Their hearts jolted.

Could it be?

An electronic voice sounded.

"Contestants have withdrawn... Loading reserve personnel..."

"Reserve personnel have withdrawn..."

"One-minute registration countdown begins..."

"60...59...58..."

It's true!!

Everyone's pupils dilated.

He scared them all off!

Holy fucking hell!

This is the first time in the history of the kings road that all the challengers have run away!

This is going to be absolutely legendary!

Lin Yan, standing in the center of the arena, watched the countdown and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Is it over already?

He lifted his head slightly, looking towards the foreign audience seating opposite.

"Where are your people?"

Instantly.

It ignited the entire venue.

The Long Country audience roared with laughter and shouts.

"Hear that?"

"He's asking you, cowards!"

"Where are they?!"

"You're not scared, are you?"

"Come on!"

"Sign up! Don't run away!"

"Yeah!"

"There are still twenty people in the second stage, right?"

"Don't panic!"

"You don't have any Monument Qualifiers from your country in the third stage, do you?"

"Afraid of losing face?"

You Long Country brat!!

The audiences from numerous countries glared coldly, angrily cutting their connections.

It's just the Elementary stage.

What's there to be so proud of!

If it weren't for the Virtual Battle Network's restrictions, we'd have beaten you down long ago.

In an instant.

The entire arena held only Lin Yan and the Long Country audience.

And the one-minute countdown also reached its end.

Boom—!

A tremendous roar echoed throughout the entire Virtual Battle Network.

"Long Country's Yan Lin has successfully challenged the Elementary kings road."

"Time elapsed..."

The AI seemed to stutter again.

"75 seconds."

"Roar!"

Cheers erupted from all over Long Country.

"Too incredible!"

"75 seconds, creating history!"

"I dare say no matter how many years pass, no one will be able to break this record!"

"The AI is still fair."

"It added the 20 seconds based on the time of the final match."

"Right."

"But I estimate that with Prodigy Lin Yan's strength, it would have been around that time anyway."

"He's unstoppable."

"No one can stop him at all."

"What I'm looking forward to now is when he and Gu Chen will finally face off!"

Swish—!

The discussions vanished.

Lin Yan's body was teleported to a space filled with rainbow-colored light.

Where is this?

The thought had just formed.

A stream of electronic sounds rang out.

"Youth King Lin Yan."

"Please select your victory reward."

A projected light screen appeared before him.

One earth extreme Low Grade Martial Skill, one Fourth-order Spirit Medicine.

Oh?

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.

These are both good things.

If it were anyone else, they might need to think for a while.

But him, what does he have to face soon?

The Freshman Grand Competition.

So what's most important!

Cultivation base!

Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to the Spirit Medicine.

"I choose the Fourth-order Spirit Medicine."

"Understood."

"The Spirit Medicine will be delivered to Haotian University in Long Country's Magic City today."

"If you wish to leave, simply say so."

"May your martial fortune prosper in the days to come."

The projection disappeared, and the space fell quiet.

Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

This Virtual Network intelligence... seems a bit too intelligent.

Not just because of this incident.

He had felt this way during the arena battles as well.

The perfect sense of physical touch, the terrifying physical locking and suppression forces.

And the perfectly matched physical data generated for each person.

Is this really something that can be created with Blue Planet's current technology?

Lin Yan glanced at the rainbow-colored light flowing around him and didn't dwell on it further.

"Leave."

It's still the same old saying.

If you can't figure it out now, if you can't understand it now.

Then it just proves you're not strong enough yet... Beep... beep... The virtual pod door slowly opened.

Lin Yan opened his eyes, glanced at the dissipating light, and prepared to get up and head to the cultivation room.

"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"

A continuous stream of message alerts sounded from his wristband.

He swiped his wristband, looking at the projected message interface.

"Kid!"

"Congratulations!"

"Youth King, hahaha."

"You've really brought honor to the school!"

Duan Tiancheng's voice, clearly overjoyed, came through.

"If you see this message, go to the entrance."

"Although it can't compare to the Virtual Battle Network's reward."

"I still managed to scrounge it up with great difficulty."

"Focus on your Cultivation."

A smile appeared at the corner of Lin Yan's mouth.

As he walked towards the entrance, he tapped on the other unread messages.

"Brother Yan!!"

A loud voice boomed.

"Incredible, Brother Yan!"

"I knew you could do it!"

"Beep.."

"Recognition successful."

"First Year, Lin Yan."

The robot's head at the door opened.

Lin Yan reached in, took out the box inside, turned, and walked back into the villa.

That damn kid, shouting so loudly.

My ears are about to go deaf.