Above the Galaxy
Chapter 310 - 204, Kill him! Kill him for me! ( - 3!)

Chapter 310: Chapter 204, Kill him! Kill him for me! (Chapter 3!)

A single sword!

Just one single sword!

Soloso tried both burrowing and turning invisible, stirring up a sandstorm like some ancient sand monster, only for it to vanish into nothingness in an instant; his body split in two, and the halves were symmetrically aligned.

A flurry of moves fierce as a tiger, yet with one sword strike, he lay dead like a dog.

Such was the true portrayal of Soloso.

The first match had thus ended.

In a form that was filled with dramatic absurdity.

Shen Xinglan’s body still floated above the sand sea, her white garments flapping in the wind, her sword dripping with blood.

Large amounts of fresh blood flowed from Soloso’s bisected body, staining the vast expanse of yellow sand red.

His body gradually became ethereal, vanished, as if he had never existed.

A gust of wind blew, and even the bloodstained sand was covered by fresh granules.

Inside the arena, there was dead silence.

It’s hard to comprehend this feeling; everyone knew this was Shen Xinglan’s match, had prepared their sunflower seeds, peanuts, and beers, all waiting for a thoroughly exhilarating visual impact...

The impact came, but wasn’t the duration too short?

"Not satisfying at all!" someone licked their lips and exclaimed with a sigh.

That comment was like breaking a seal, and suddenly the arena turned noisy and lively.

"A sword that shocks even the immortals, this is Shen Xinglan..."

"How can Shen Xinglan be so incredibly powerful? Could it be because the opponent was so weak? It doesn’t seem like that though..."

"How could anyone mere participate in the Martial Arts Competition? Such a person wouldn’t be sent by the Aus Empire... The truth is only one, Shen Xinglan is terrifyingly strong, abnormally so."

"What realm has Shen Xinglan reached? Could it be that she’s entered the Grandmaster Realm?"

"That’s impossible... I suspect it’s the Ruyi Realm... We must find an opportunity to learn from a bout with her, it will undoubtedly be immensely beneficial..."

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Tang Fei’s eyes were vacant, his mind a blank.

He knew Shen Xinglan was strong, but he hadn’t imagined she would be strong to this extent.

He knew that all who participated in the Martial Arts Competition were experts.

Those without some ability were too embarrassed to even sign up.

Like him, he had a better sense of self-awareness and decided to join the Machinery Competition instead.

But the strength of Shen Xinglan was an unreasonable kind of strong.

She was so strong that you couldn’t even discern her opponent’s cultivation realm; she didn’t give you a chance to show off.

No matter how fancy your tricks, my single sword will slay you!

A single sword strike!

Could such a person really be my fated nemesis?

Old man, you’re not joking with me, are you?

What do I have to fight her with?

Poison!

No, it must be poison!

Quickly impart to me the first volume of Lu Ban’s Book of Death; this person cannot be overcome by force, only by poison.

In the VIP seats.

Zhong Tianque was radiant, slapping the table in front of him as he proclaimed loudly, "A true man should be like this, a true man should be like this... Shen Xinglan, she has never let us down."

"To defeat the enemy with a single sword, to defeat the enemy with a single sword... Only Shen Xinglan could achieve such a feat..."

"Shen Xinglan born in Phoenix, is my Phoenix Empire’s fortune... is my Zhong Tianque’s fortune..."

Si Yinchuan said with a beaming smile, "Congratulations to your Highness, my hearty felicitations! With Tang Fei’s championship in the Machinery Competition and Shen Xinglan’s big victory in the first match of the Martial Arts Competition, our Phoenix Empire is leaping with tigers and soaring with dragons; great talents are coming forth in waves... It’s the demeanor of a great nation."

Zhong Tianque glanced at Si Yinchuan, wanting to say ’Tang Fei is not as good as Shen Xinglan’, but felt it inappropriate for the occasion and also had the intention to rope in Tang Fei for his own use.

So he held back, and said aloud, "Indeed, heroes all flock to Phoenix, how can the Empire not flourish?"

"We are in an era of great prosperity."

Phoenix said with a smile, "Shen Xinglan just won a round, and you two are already singing your own praises? Isn’t it a bit early?"

"Not at all. Shen Xinglan is unstoppable, surely he will continue to win round after round."

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Some rejoiced, while others were in despair.

When the Phoenix Empire was cheering and leaping for joy, there was a deathly silence on the side of the Aus Empire.

Humiliation!

It was utterly humiliating!

How could they conduct affairs like this?

To be cut down by a single sword strike? Not even one round completed?

And furthermore, from the beginning, Shen Xinglan gave up the right to choose the battlefield, and even used the desert terrain that Soloso is best at...

I defeated you in your realm of expertise.

What does this signify? Does it mean that their Aus Empire’s competitors are so fragile they can’t withstand a single blow?

"Waste!"

"Such a waste!"

"Is this what the Aus Empire’s warriors amount to? Were they raised on eating shit?"

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Prince Philip’s face was as dark as water, and in his heart, he had already cursed Soloso’s ancestors eighteen generations over.

He had secretly made a decision; upon his return to the country, he would definitely accuse him of a grave unforgivable crime.

Damn that thing, being the first to fight and already throwing away the face of the Aus Empire.

You got slain by a single sword strike—how can the other competitors fight after you? How can morale be raised?

Prince Philip looked around and asked aloud, "Who will go next?"

A young man with red hair stood up and said, "Your Highness, it is me."

"Red Demon," Prince Philip felt slightly relieved.

He knew the name of the Red Demon, and he knew his strength.

He walked up to the Red Demon and instructed, "You must win the second round no matter what. We need to win, we need to bolster morale."

"Rest assured, Your Highness," the Red Demon understood the situation. If they lost the second round as well, they might as well pack up and go home.

He looked at Prince Philip and declared, "No matter who my opponent is, I will tear him into pieces."

"Good," Prince Philip patted the Red Demon’s shoulder firmly and said, "I’m not asking you as an individual, I’m pleading with you on behalf of the Empire... you must win the second round, please."

"I vow on the military order, if I cannot win the second round, I am willing to give my head to Your Highness."

"I believe in you."

At that moment, one of the team’s coaches ran over, panic written all over his face, and said, "Your Highness... Your Highness, there’s new information..."

"What’s the matter?" Prince Philip asked sharply. "With great events, comes great composure... It’s just one lost match, aren’t you overreacting?"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, it’s like this... the Phoenix side has made a request, regarding their competitor who just fought..."

"That Shen Xinglan... he says the match ended too quickly, he didn’t even get to warm up, and he’s asking if he could straight into the next round?"

"..."

Everyone was first shocked, then enraged.

’Because it ended too quickly, I didn’t get to warm up...’

’Can I go straight into the next round?’

You hear, is this possible?

This was no more just humiliation, but a blatant slap in the face.

Prince Philip, who had just lectured his subordinate on composure in the face of major events, now had a face red as a beetroot, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes were cold and sharp like knives, presenting a somewhat fearsome sight.

He glared at the Red Demon, and through clenched teeth said, "Kill him, I want you to kill him...."

Bang!

The Red Demon knelt to the ground, and with bang, bang, bang, kowtowed three times.

This was both accepting the command and a farewell.

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