"Let him die if he wants to die," Prince Philip said in a deep voice.
Prince Philip knew that Shen Xinglan was a formidable opponent, a barrier that they found difficult to overcome.
Everyone was aware that he came for the championship of the Martial Arts competition.
If the match had proceeded normally, it might have been difficult for them to defeat him.
But now, he had shown a vulnerability.
He even chose to fight consecutively, finishing one match and immediately starting another.
Even if his Cultivation Realm was high and his Yin Yang Qi was vigorous and abundant, could his brain handle it?
After all, the brain-machine interface connects your thoughts and consciousness to the virtual world through the brain and the machine.
If your spiritual power isn’t sufficient, it’s very difficult to sustain such intense battles for long.
At best, you end up injured and unconscious; at worst, you stay forever in the virtual world.
If one person couldn’t beat him, what about two? Three?
They had ten members on their team, including himself...
Did he intend to fight ten opponents alone?
Shen Xinglan must pay the price for his arrogance.
Red Demon chose the Red Dragon Canyon map, the canyons meandering like the body of a dragon, with red rivers flowing through.
Thus, these dragons became Red Dragons.
Tang Fei thought to himself that the bald guy had chosen a desert map for burrowing.
Now this redhead chose the Red Dragon map, does red give him a power boost?
Unfortunately, it did not.
As soon as Red Demon entered the map, he drew the river water and manipulated thousands of red swords to pounce towards Shen Xinglan.
Shen Xinglan floated above the rolling river, his white clothing brighter than snow, his bearing extremely dashing.
Shen Xinglan didn’t retreat but advanced instead.
With a leap, he turned into a beam of white light and charged into the red sword formation.
The red swords, relentless and undiminished in their force, continued rushing forward without a target.
And within those red swords, Red Demon had not even managed to draw his sword before his head was sliced off.
Shen Xinglan’s sword was too fast.
So fast that it was unbelievable, so fast that you couldn’t react at all.
With the first startling display, this time, everyone felt somewhat unsurprised.
"One sword, another one!"
"Big senior brother is so cool, one sword to control the enemy, like cutting vegetables..."
"This is Shen Xinglan... top of the Blue List... many were unconvinced before, convinced now?"
"Shen Xinglan’s strength... It should not be limited to student circles, his opponents should be the renowned masters beneath starry skies..."
After Shen Xinglan had slain Red Demon, he still did not disconnect from the brain-machine interface.
His body spanned the sky, his voice calm and gentle, giving off a serene feeling.
Despite having just killed a person, he carried no trace of malice, as if he had merely done something trivial.
Picked a flower, chopped bamboo, hunted a rabbit, slaughtered a sheep...
His gaze intently watching ahead, as if he were staring into the eyes of everyone in the audience.
His mouth curved into a gentle smile as he spoke.
Prince Philip was furious.
The representatives of the Aus Empire were furious.
The remaining team members stood up one after another, wanting to step forward and face Shen Xinglan.
Even the lead teacher couldn’t help it and wanted to add a match to rush in and battle with Shen Xinglan.
The third round was Pig King, who chose Wild Boar Forest.
The fourth round was Evil God, who chose Demon Canyon.
Let the storm rage, I shall remain undisturbed.
Shen Xinglan’s performance today showed what is called a graceful nobleman through troubled times, what is called as radiant as a jade tree facing the breeze.
What is called standout, what is called a sword dominating a nation.
Shen Xinglan was killing like a madman.
When the sixth round ended, and he had killed six skilled opponents and still wanted to face the seventh, Dean Si Yinchuan forcibly disconnected him from the brain-machine interface.
Shen Xinglan stood up, his face dark, and staring at Si Yinchuan he asked, "Dean Si, what is this about?"
"Dean said to let you rest, not to hurt the foundations," Si Yinchuan explained.
He naturally saw Shen Xinglan’s dissatisfaction and caught the fleeting sharpness in his eyes.
He understood this young master too well; he appeared courteous to everyone and seemed able to converse with anyone. Without pretension, his company was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
Yet, he was inherently proud and disdainful of others.
He kept his distance from everyone, including himself, the vice dean.
So, he liked Tang Fei more...
Tang Fei was cunning, sly, scheming, but he lived genuinely.
He did not hesitate to express his emotions, his likes and dislikes, those little thoughts and calculating plans.
But with Shen Xinglan, what he liked or disliked, you couldn’t tell.
Such a person was truly frightening.
Shen Xinglan’s expression quickly returned to normal as he smiled and said, "Thank you, Dean Si, I’m fine... If you hadn’t pulled me out, I could have continued challenging."
Si Yinchuan also smiled and said, "You’ve already killed six, one against six, this is an unprecedented feat in the Martial Arts competition... there has never been and never will be again."
"But consider the other teammates as well. You took care of six yourself; the other nine participants haven’t had a chance to perform yet... How about giving them a chance to show themselves?"