67: Intermediate King's Path

"A team of Prodigies?"

Duan Tiancheng's eyes flickered.

"Coming for that kid?"

Mo Fan gave a slight nod.

"Correct."

Duan Tiancheng snorted coldly.

"It's the same old USA."

"Can't stand to see any other country do even a little bit well."

"So, how are the higher-ups planning to handle this? What do they need us to do?"

Mo Fan spoke slowly.

"The Prodigies from the other three top universities have already set off from various locations."

"They will join Magic Martial tomorrow to welcome this international exchange."

"The boss's meaning is..."

"Keep a close eye on that kid tomorrow. It's best if he stays in the Virtual Battle Network for the whole day and doesn't run off because of any news he hears."

Duan Tiancheng frowned.

"Let the Four Great Prodigies bear this?"

"With this kid's invincible combat power at the fifth rank, sixth stage, isn't there a chance?"

Mo Fan shook his head.

"In a situation like this, they must have come prepared."

"The quality of their Geniuses in the past few years has already been slightly higher than ours."

"So, although there might not be any sixth rank, there's a high probability of fifth rank, seventh or eighth stage fighters."

"As long as that kid doesn't show his face, their main objective cannot be achieved."

Duan Tiancheng's gaze turned slightly cold.

"Those little bastards."

"Once that kid comes out of the Spirit Pool, I will definitely apply to take him on a tour of every major school in the USA."

...The four university presidents stared at the information transmitted to their bracelets, silent, their eyes all carrying a trace of anger.

They weren't angry that the country had chosen to have them go all out to preserve Lin Yan, because facing such a matter, it was their duty to meet it head-on.

Individual gains and losses are insignificant compared to the glory of the nation.

What angered them was the blatant purpose of the USA and other countries.

Ping Cang spoke coldly.

"Has the message been relayed to them?"

Several Magic Martial executives immediately replied.

"It has been relayed."

"Mu Baiyi, Shangguan Wu, and Ying Chao are currently doing their utmost to recover from the injuries sustained in this morning's battle."

Ping Cang nodded.

"For the country!"

The expressions of the several Magic Martial executives turned solemn.

"Fight to the final chapter!"

The other three universities of Dragon Country.

"Fight to the final chapter!"

Neat and resolute voices echoed.

One special plane after another soared into the night sky, flying towards Magic City... Of course, Lin Yan was temporarily unaware of all this.

Waking up from sleep, he entered and lay down in the virtual pod.

"Beep..."

An electronic sound he hadn't heard for a while entered his ears.

"Youth King Lin Yan, welcome to the Virtual Battle Network."

"Detecting that your cultivation has reached the fourth rank. You are about to enter the fourth-rank small city."

His vision blurred, and his feet touched the ground.

A scene almost indistinguishable from a real city appeared.

Lin Yan swept his gaze over the figures of varying skin tones around him.

Compared to the first-to-third-rank small towns, the personnel in the fourth-rank small city were several times fewer.

As his thoughts settled.

His gaze fell on the extremely conspicuous giant monument in his field of view, and he strode towards that direction.

"The Intermediate Kings Monument."

"Our Dragon Country only has one person listed on it, and he's only in ninth place."

"The internet says the King of Hell is coming. We didn't see him all day yesterday."

"Since he didn't come yesterday, it must be today."

"Just wait a little longer."

Around the towering monument teeming with figures, many Dragon Country Martial Artist faces had gathered.

They chatted while observing the figures moving about.

"Speaking of the King of Hell..."

"According to the news online, when he comes, it will be an overwhelming, crushing force."

"Directly dominating the entire Intermediate Kings Monument."

At that moment.

"Tch~!"

Numerous sounds of derisive laughter came.

"You Dragon Country people just like to engage in self-deception."

"We, the country of Japan, admit that Lin Yan is indeed strong."

"But a fourth rank, ninth stage having invincible combat power at the fifth rank, sixth stage..."

"Hahaha, that's laughable."

"Why don't you exaggerate a bit more and say he has invincible combat power at the fifth rank, ninth stage?"

Several Martial Artists from Korea chimed in.

"Exactly."

"Probably even his fourth rank, ninth stage cultivation is fabricated."

"Also, I heard Prodigy Lin Yan is an orphan."

"We strongly suspect he is a Bloodline from our Korea that was lost in Dragon Country."

"We believe a blood test must be conducted on Prodigy Lin Yan..."

Lin Yan's footsteps halted, and he slowly turned his head to look at a group of Korean Martial Artists who were getting more and more excited as they spoke.

"Make way."

He reached out and pushed aside the Dragon Country crowd in front of him.

"Huh? You..."

A few people turned their heads, about to say something, then their pupils contracted, faces filled with surprise.

"Lin Yan!"

The sound instantly spread throughout the area around the Kings Monument.

The scene abruptly fell silent, everyone immediately turning their heads.

"It really is Lin Yan!"

"He's here!"

The Dragon Country Martial Artists immediately cleared a path.

But soon.

Confusion appeared on their faces.

"Not going to strike the drum?"

"Where is he going?"

Lin Yan walked past the Giant Drum.

"Looks like the Korean crowd."

"What is he doing there?"

Seeing this, the Korean Martial Artists exchanged glances, a flicker of excitement in their eyes.

"Hahaha."

"Prodigy Lin Yan heard our call to him."

"He's coming to acknowledge us as his..."

Before one person with an exceptionally loud voice could finish.

A fierce gust of wind shot straight towards his face.

*Slap—!*

The loud sound of a heavy slap across the face suddenly rang out.

"Warning! Warning!"

"Youth King Lin Yan, do not engage in combat in public areas!"

Lin Yan seemed to completely ignore the electronic voice in his ear. He stepped on the head of the figure lying motionless before him, his indifferent gaze slowly sweeping over all the Koreans whose expressions had drastically changed.

"Listen up."

"I am a Dragon Country citizen."

He applied a bit more force with his right foot, the electronic voice in his ear growing more frantic.

"Don't let me hear again that I have any disgusting connection with those two words 'Korea'."

*Thud—!*

With one stomp, he crushed the head of the person before him.

"If you're not convinced."

"Get the hell out of here now and have your country's people come find me on the kings road."

Having said that.

He turned and walked towards the direction of the Giant Drum.

Instantly.

"Good!"

A chorus of cheers erupted from the Dragon Country side.

"Awesome!"

"That's the way!"

"These Koreans, relying on the backing of the USA, really think they're something!"

"Exactly, our Dragon Country's advantages are so easy to take?"

"We usually can't be bothered with them, and they just keep pushing their luck."

"Well struck!"

The Korean crowd was filled with anger.

"Fine, fine, fine."

"Lin Yan, just a Prodigy lost in delusion!"

"You just wait!"

Lin Yan, who was already about to reach the front of the Giant Drum, paid no attention to these words whatsoever.

Forget them.

He didn't even feel anything about the electronic voice that had just sounded in his ear.

"Youth King Lin Yan, forcibly killing a Martial Artist in a public area. First warning."

"If repeated, you will be permanently expelled from the Battle Network."

Expel me then.

Lin Yan glanced at the System, which had increased its charge value by 2% because of his recent action.

Anyway, after fighting today, the next time he'd come would be when he reached the seventh rank in cultivation.

His gaze shifted to the Giant Drum before him, and he suddenly clenched his fist and punched forward.

*Boom—!*

A resounding crash.

His body vanished from the spot.