71: He is writing history

Did he withdraw?

That saves some time.

Lin Yan smiled faintly, shifting his gaze forward.

The next opponent should be the invincible Stage Five, Level Five.

The place where Blue Star's Third Speaker, Adolf, fell over a hundred years ago.

Global attention, all eyes focused.

A young figure slowly materialized in the center of the Martial Arts Hall.

Clang—!

Everyone in the Goryeo viewing area stood up instantly, their expressions full of pleasant surprise.

"The draw hit!!"

"It's our country's Prodigy, Park Chang-seong!"

"Hahaha!"

"Lin Yan!"

"Your death is at hand!"

At the same time.

The electronic voice echoed throughout the arena.

"Phase Two, Match Four."

"Lin Yan of Dragon Country VS Park Chang-seong of Goryeo."

"Contestants, prepare!"

"Lin Yan!"

Park Chang-seong had a cold sneer on his face, his eyes flashing with disdain and contempt.

"Our country knows everything that happened beneath the Kings Monument!"

"Since I drew you, it means your road has reached its end!"

"Don't even dream about how to beg for mercy or apologize later!"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

"Neither I nor my country will ever accept any explanation or repentance from you."

Then, he pointed at his feet, speaking in a condescending manner.

"The only thing you can do now is surrender to this Young Master the moment the countdown ends."

"That way, you might avoid my ruthless humiliation."

His words echoed along with a loud laugh full of mockery and provocation.

"Good!"

"Hahaha!"

"Park Chang-seong, well said!"

"Cut out his tongue! Break his skull!"

"Let him taste the consequences of using violence against our country's Martial Artists!!"

The Goryeo viewing area was filled with cheers.

On the other side.

The massive Dragon Country viewing area was a sea of curses.

"Fuck your mother!"

"Scum!"

"Just wait for death, you bastards!"

"The last person who provoked the Flame King probably hasn't dared to leave his virtual pod yet, he likely pissed himself inside."

"Watch the Flame King smash this dog head!"

Amidst the war of words.

The three-second countdown reached its final second.

Lin Yan watched the arrogant Park Chang-seong, a bone-chilling coldness flickering in his eyes.

Goryeo... very good!

It seems I haven't beaten you into submission yet... "1!"

"Commence battle!"

The electronic voice faded.

Park Chang-seong quickly drew his blade.

As a famous Prodigy of Goryeo.

Although he appeared arrogant on the surface, as soon as the battle began, he immediately gave it his full attention.

As his reveal meridians roared.

His figure sped forward like a bolt of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Lin Yan, who stood motionless.

"Hahaha!"

"What 'strongest Prodigy of Dragon Country'!"

"You're nothing but trash about to be defeated by my hand!!"

Amidst his wild laughter.

He suddenly swung the sharp blade in his hand, kicking up a violent gale as if to tear everything apart.

"Die!"

He used his strongest Martial Skill right from the start—Peak Low Grade earth extreme, Realgar Blade.

The blade's edge drew closer and closer to Lin Yan.

The excitement on Park Chang-seong's face became more obvious, and he could already envision the entire country worshipping him.

"What is the Flame King doing?"

"With the strength he showed at Magic Martial University, it's impossible for him not to react."

"Hahaha!"

"What Flame King, what strongest of the Golden Age? You're still going to fall to our country's Pro... Pro... what??!!"

Clang—!

A vibration like the collision of weapons resounded.

The blade's edge, which carried unparalleled prestige and power, dissipated instantly.

Lin Yan's short hair and the hem of his clothes swayed slightly, as if brushed by a light breeze.

He slightly raised his left palm and steadily caught the sharp blade hacking down, his eyes, deep as stars, calmly watching the incredulous Park Chang-seong.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

The entire Martial Arts Hall went silent, with only the heart-shaking sound of the blade's dissipation echoing in the air.

Park Chang-seong's eyes widened.

"How... how... how is this possible!!"

The Martial Skill he was so proud of, which had even slain invincible Stage Five, Level Five Martial Artists and exotic beasts, was neutralized so effortlessly??

This was catching a blade with bare hands!!

Facing his shock, Lin Yan revealed a cold, mocking smile.

"Speak."

The indifferent voice rang out, piercing straight into Park Chang-seong's Soul.

He suddenly looked up, wanting to say something.

But.

When he met that gaze, sharp as a knife, he couldn't say a single word.

Damn it!!

Park Chang-seong's face flushed red.

He was actually so intimidated by this kid's Aura that he didn't dare to speak!

"Ah!"

A roar resounded, as if to bolster his courage.

He immediately gripped the blade with both hands, hacking down with all his might.

But.

No matter how his body's five meridians flashed, or how his arms bled from overexertion, he couldn't move the sharp blade in his hand by even a fraction.

Lin Yan's left hand still firmly gripped the blade as he looked coldly at Park Chang-seong, who was acting like a clown.

"Speak."

The tone this time was even more severe, like a sharp sword piercing Park Chang-seong's heart, instantly turning the latter's face deathly pale.

"You...!"

Park Chang-seong was trembling all over.

Monster! Monster!!

"I told you, speak!!"

This thunderous roar came rolling in like a heavy hammer.

"Ah!"

Park Chang-seong let out a terrified scream, his body jerking as if struck by an invisible force.

His eyes became dull and terrified, and he stood frozen on the spot like a statue.

Then, as if scared witless, his hands suddenly let go, and his body recoiled uncontrollably.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! No!!"

His voice was full of despair and pleading, echoing in the Martial Arts Hall and appearing before everyone watching the live stream.

"Fuck!!"

"Satisfying!!"

The Dragon Country viewing area instantly reached a climax.

"Speak!"

"Goryeo! We're telling you to speak!!"

The viewing areas of all countries were speechless.

He... he is really so strong!

The Goryeo personnel's faces were deathly pale.

"Really a weakling who loves to show off..."

The youth's indifferent voice rang out alongside the sound of his footsteps as he walked forward.

"No... don't..."

Park Chang-seong tripped and fell to the ground, and a foul smell immediately permeated the air.

Lin Yan paused, his face full of ridicule.

"Noob."

"Let me remind you."

"This is the Virtual Battle Network."

As if waking from a dream.

The expression on Park Chang-seong's terror-stricken face froze.

Just as he was about to get up.

Swish—!

A cold light flashed.

Lin Yan calmly picked up the heavenly emperor halberd that had been thrust into the ground and turned to return to his position.

"Phase Two, Match Four."

"Lin Yan of Dragon Country, victory."

The electronic voice fell.

"Roar!!"

The bright red national flags instantly created a magnificent wave in the Martial Arts Hall.

"Young King!"

"Creating history!"

"Strengthening our national prestige!"