199: The cruel Yang Lingchen

Yang Lingchen was flying at a leisurely pace, as if strolling through a garden. Before long, Ye Wushuang and Liu Xueying caught up to him.

The three of them chatted and laughed all the way, arriving at the Great Yan Academy Arena in a relaxed and joyful mood.

Today, the Arena was exceptionally lively, surrounded by students who had come to join in the excitement.

The crowd was bustling, with noisy discussions rising one after another.

This was because today's protagonists were, on one side, the hot-topic Top-grade Alchemist of the academy, Yang Lingchen, and on the other, the Core Disciple of the academy, Song Qingyang.

As soon as the three of them appeared, they immediately attracted countless gazes.

However, Yang Lingchen seemed to be ignored this time; apart from the female students, the gazes of most male students were drawn to Ye Wushuang and Liu Xueying.

It was mainly because the beauty of the two women was simply too Heaven-Defying.

Ye Wushuang had brows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, and skin like snow. Dressed in fluttering white robes, she was like a Fairy descending to the mortal world, exuding a cold and noble temperament.

Liu Xueying was charming and cute, her large eyes bright and lively, and the corners of her mouth always carried a faint smile, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

The Life and Death Stage was an Arena specifically used for resolving grudges.

When students or Elders encountered irreconcilable grievances, they could resolve them through the Life and Death Stage.

Of course, going up to the Life and Death Stage required both parties to sign.

Great Yan Academy did not forbid private fights among students; as long as it didn't result in death or irreversible injury, the academy generally would not intervene.

However, there weren't many people optimistic about Yang Lingchen in today's Life-and-Death Battle.

After all, Song Qingyang's cultivation level was at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Divine Origin Realm, while Yang Lingchen was only at the fifth layer of the Divine Origin Realm.

This gap of four small Realms was like a huge chasm, lying in everyone's hearts.

Princess Murong Qing also came to the scene for today's Life-and-Death Battle. When she saw Yang Lingchen, a cold murderous intent flashed instantly in her beautiful eyes, as if it could freeze the surrounding air.

Following behind Murong Qing was a handsome and extraordinary-looking young man.

This person had sword-like brows and starry eyes, with an upright posture, yet his entire body radiated a sinister aura.

The way he looked at Yang Lingchen was filled with intense murderous intent, like a venomous snake waiting for an opportunity.

Yang Lingchen, bringing Liu Xueying and Ye Wushuang, pushed through the crowded people and went straight to the registration desk of the Arena. He looked calm, without any fear, and registered efficiently.

Meanwhile.

Inside an exquisite pavilion not far from the Life and Death Stage, a woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with an outstanding figure, refined temperament, and stunning beauty, was quietly watching Yang Lingchen on the Arena.

Her gaze was deep and focused, as if she wanted to see through Yang Lingchen's exterior and into his heart.

Behind this woman stood an old man with graying hair. This old man was the Merit Hall Master, Yuwen Cheng, who stood respectfully, slightly bowed.

"Dean, why are you interested in this kid?" Yuwen Cheng asked respectfully, his face full of confusion.

"Old Cheng, who do you think will win?" The woman tilted her head slightly, her red lips parted, her voice crisp and pleasant.

"The gap in their cultivation level is too large. Unless something unexpected happens, Yang Lingchen has no hope of winning!" Yuwen Cheng pondered for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, analyzing earnestly.

"On the contrary, I think Yang Lingchen will kill Song Qingyang in seconds!"

The woman's face showed a confident smile, a smile that bloomed like Chun Hua, beautiful and moving.

"Dean, that's impossible, right! Even if Yang Lingchen is a Genius, crossing two or three small Realms is already the limit, and Song Qingyang is four small Realms higher than him!"

Yuwen Cheng widened his eyes, full of disbelief.

"Just watch!" The woman smiled, her eyes full of anticipation.

...

By the side of the Life and Death Stage.

"Yang Lingchen, are you sure about this?"

Ye Wushuang's brows were tightly furrowed, and a trace of worry appeared on her face.

Yang Lingchen pointed at the arrogant Song Qingyang on the Arena and smiled at Ye Wushuang: "Don't worry, Senior Sister Ye, killing him is like slaughtering a dog!"

Yang Lingchen's tone was relaxed and casual, as if this Life-and-Death Battle was just a game to him.

As soon as Yang Lingchen finished speaking, Song Qingyang flew into a rage, his face turning livid. He looked at Yang Lingchen coldly and roared: "Little Bastard, come up and die!"

His voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the Arena.

"Since you are in such a hurry to reincarnate, I will fulfill your wish!"

Yang Lingchen flashed, like a ghost, and instantly jumped onto the Life and Death Stage. His posture was vigorous, his movements agile, immediately attracting everyone's gaze.

"The Life and Death Stage only distinguishes life and death, not victory or defeat. No methods are restricted. Begin!"

The Arena attendant said expressionlessly, then quickly retreated under the stage.

As soon as his voice fell, the entire Arena instantly quieted down, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the outbreak of this Life-and-Death Battle.

"Little Bastard, no one can save you today! This Young Master will smash every bone in your body into pieces!"

Song Qingyang's eyes were cold, and he said through gritted teeth.

His gaze was full of cruelty and violence, as if he had already seen the miserable state of Yang Lingchen being tortured by him.

"Smashing every bone into pieces, that's a good idea."

Yang Lingchen smiled slightly, that smile carrying a trace of disdain and mockery.

Immediately, he flashed violently, and the heaven-reaching staff in his hand, like a Dragon emerging from the sea, whistled with the wind as he killed towards Song Qingyang.

A sneer flashed across Song Qingyang's face, and the battle sword in his hand slashed out suddenly, bringing a dazzling white light as he slashed towards Yang Lingchen. That sword light was incomparably sharp, as if it could split space.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The staff and sword collided fiercely, emitting a series of crisp sounds. Sparks flew everywhere, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Both sides kept attacking each other, the Moves were sharp, and the speed was extremely fast, dazzling people.

After a few Moves, the heaven-reaching staff in Yang Lingchen's hand swept out like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. It instantly smashed onto the wrist holding Song Qingyang's sword.

"Crack!"

"Ahhh...!"

With a crisp sound of a fracture, Song Qingyang's wrist was instantly smashed to pieces.

The sound of breaking bones made people's hair stand on end, and Song Qingyang's screams resounded through the sky.

Yang Lingchen's movements did not stop at all, and the sky full of staff shadows kept smashing towards Song Qingyang. Each strike carried powerful force, as if to completely crush Song Qingyang.

"Ahhh...!"

At this moment, the screams around the Arena were deafening, making one's scalp tingle.

In less than a while, Song Qingyang had his limbs completely broken; he lay on the ground, covered in blood, a miserable sight.

Yang Lingchen did not stop; he swung the staff and started smashing from Song Qingyang's toes.

Every strike carried endless anger and hatred, as if to vent all the rage in his heart onto Song Qingyang.

At this moment, everyone at the scene was shocked speechless by this sudden turn of events. They widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and stared blankly at the scene on the Arena.

Song Qingyang was a powerhouse at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Divine Origin Realm! He was actually beaten without any power to parry by a kid at the fifth layer of the Divine Origin Realm.

This simply exceeded their imagination and was unbelievable.

In the distant pavilion.

"Dean, this kid's Cross-Rank Challenge ability is too exaggerated!"

Yuwen Cheng was shocked, his eyes wide, full of disbelief.

"What kind of result do you think he can get in the next war god ranking?"

The woman's gaze remained on Yang Lingchen, with a faint smile on her face, as if everything was within her expectations.

"With his current rate of improvement and Cross-Rank Challenge ability, maybe he can really enter the top five!"

Yuwen Cheng pondered for a moment, his tone carrying a trace of uncertainty.

"Then you have underestimated him; the champion of the next war god ranking will definitely be him!"

The woman's voice was firm and confident, as if she had seen the scene of Yang Lingchen standing at the top of the war god ranking in the future.

The screams on the Arena lasted for half an hour before ending.

At this time, Song Qingyang had been smashed into meat paste by Yang Lingchen. His body was no longer human-shaped, bloody and blurry, unbearable to look at.

Too brutal!

"Ugh...!"

At this moment, countless people walked to the side and started vomiting. The bloody scene made their stomachs churn.

Chen Kunlun under the stage was also dumbfounded. Three months ago, it was he who saved Yang Lingchen, but he didn't expect that today, Yang Lingchen's strength had already surpassed his.

At this moment, his heart was full of shock and emotion, and he also felt heartfelt admiration for Yang Lingchen's growth speed.

At this moment, Murong Qing's eyes were as gloomy as water, and her face was extremely ugly.

Her delicate face was distorted with anger; she didn't expect that Yang Lingchen could defeat Song Qingyang.

The young man beside Murong Qing looked at Yang Lingchen with a cold glint in his eyes.

This person was the Core Disciple of Great Yan Academy, Wan Zihao, with a cultivation level at the first layer of the Divine Void Realm.

At this time, Yang Lingchen on the Arena also discovered Murong Qing and Wan Zihao under the stage. For the venomous gazes of these two, he flashed a sneer at the corners of his mouth, chose to ignore them directly, and raised his middle finger at them.

Yang Lingchen's action made Murong Qing grit her teeth, her beautiful eyes almost spitting fire.

"Ignorant thing, thinking that killing a piece of trash makes you invincible in the world."

Wan Zihao's face was gloomy, a cold light flashed in his eyes; Yang Lingchen raising his middle finger at him just now made him feel extremely angry and humiliated.

"Wan Zihao, what do you want to do?"

Ye Wushuang looked at Wan Zihao coldly, her voice carrying a hint of warning and threat.

"Don't misunderstand, Young Miss Ye, I'm just looking for this kid."

In front of Ye Wushuang, Wan Zihao lowered his posture very low, because Ye Wushuang's own cultivation level was higher than his, and she was also the fiancée of the Eighth Prince.