My Villain's System



Without wasting any time, Lin Xian immediately used his sharp moves to attack Yin San; he controlled the swords simultaneously toward Yin San.

Yin San's face was grave as the entire sword instantly shot toward him. However, seeing that he understood that he only needed to dodge once and destroy all the swords at once later.

Zhep!

When all the swords approached, Yin San also took the right timing and immediately shot up and prepared a technique to destroy all the swords.

On the other hand, Lin Xian also smiled viciously and took out the Villain's Blood Sword.

Zhep!

Lin Xian also shot at a very high speed toward Yin San, who was in a position with his back to him.

"Watch out!" The First Prince shouted suddenly, which made Yin San, who had already prepared the technique, suddenly freeze in place, stopping his technique preparation to destroy all the swords.

"Dead!"

Jleb!

Lin Xian directly stabbed Yin San's heart without him being able to avoid it.

Yin San petrified on the spot and then vomited a large amount of blood as the sword lodged in his heart.

"Cough!" Yin San vomited a large amount of blood as his vision blurred.

"You…" Yin San didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of the brat he had looked down on all this time.

"Damn it!" The First Prince, staring at that, was furious because one of his underlings from his Clan had died.

He did not take his eyes off Lin Xian, smiling devilishly as he stabbed Yin San as if he was enjoying it.

The Qi that enveloped Yin San gradually faded, and his technique disappeared. He cursed Lin Xian in his heart as his vitality was already at the end of a thin thread.

Lin Xian withdrew the Villain's Blood Sword from Yin San's body.

Yin San's body fell after he closed his eyes.

Bugh!

The silent atmosphere when the incident occurred.

Although he was speechless because he didn't expect the participant who had won 9 consecutive wins to fall too, and to everyone's disbelief, Yin San fell at the hands of a boy who had a cultivation three stages below him.

"The winner is the Challenger, Lin Xian!" The referee shouted because he had to do this even though he was a little scared when he saw the look on the First Prince's face, which was currently very dark.

"Woaaaa!!!"

The audience screamed because it was very rare for such a fight to happen.

Wang Han was speechless because he didn't expect Lin Xian would win the fight. Even Tang Ji, Tang Kong, and Tang Kuan also didn't know what to say because anyone felt that winning against a cultivator three stages above him would be impossible if it was a one-on-one fight.

It wasn't that they didn't believe in Lin Xian but that such an incident had never happened before.

"He won?" Wang Han muttered in surprise.

"Yes." Tang Ji replied to Tang Kong and Tang Kuan, commonly with slightly confused faces.

But the three of them knew that with Lin Xian's victory, the other Two Princes would try to recruit Lin Xian into their camp.

"Look, Master, Xian'er won!" Wei Lan said excitedly.

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes and didn't know when her disciple cared so much about others. She wondered what Lin Xian had done to her student to be like that.

Of course, because Lin Xian had had sex with her, Wei Lan fell in love with this rancid boy. And indeed, Wei Lan likes to tease Lin Xian.

Wei Lan wanted to make Lin Xian change his deadpan expression at all costs because he thought it was a very interesting way to pass the time.

Without him realizing it, Lin Xian, who she always bullied and made her angry with, had become an important figure in her heart, just like her Master, who had cared for her since childhood.

Because she had, of course, become Xiao Wu's disciple when she was a child, and they traveled together before Xiao Wu eventually had to become the Mistress of the Blossoming Flower Sect, which made them spend more time in the Blossoming Sect.

After the announcement was made, several cultivators carried Yin San's corpse out of the Arena. Of course, killing is not prohibited because the Arena is a place for fighters to fight for their lives.

The man initially threatened Lin Xian in the participants' place and turned pale because he didn't expect Lin Xian to emerge victorious. He now realized he had provoked someone who shouldn't have been provoked.

"No need to waste time! We will start the next match. We will see if the new Dark Horse named Lin Xian will be able to achieve ten consecutive wins?" shouted the referee excitedly at this moment, even though he was nervous because he and a few arena managers had arranged for Lin Xian to be Yin San's 10th opponent.

Lin Xian was just silent in the middle of the Arena. His current body was still slightly tingling from opening the First Gate at only the start of the fight. And there are still nine more fights he has to win.

However, he remembered Wang Han's last words; they were said faintly so no one would hear.

He may give up if he has succeeded in attracting the Prince's attention. Of course, he would do that now.

If even a Second Stage Earth Realm cultivator were to become an enemy, it was certain that he would most likely lose.

That's better to give up if there are other tough enemies from the Three Princes' camp.

Not long after, a figure slowly walked with a sad face into the Arena, which made Lin Xian raise the corners of his lips because he knew who his current opponent was.

"Second challenger Liong Pek will fight defending participant Lin Xian!" shouted the referee loudly.

"Is it you who challenged me next? Looks like we can prove whose bones will break next." Lin Xian said with a cruel smile on his face.

Liong Pek was shaking all over his body right now, and his face was getting paler because he knew he would die as soon as the match started. Just a bit of killing intent from Lin Xian had scared him.

With a big smile, the referee immediately took a deep breath and got ready to start the match.

"Well, there is no need to waste time on the match—" Before the referee spoke, Liong Pek spoke.

"I give up!"

The referee was silent and looked at Liong Pek, dissatisfied. "Why didn't you give up earlier? Why did you have to wait for me to scream until my throat hurt?" shouted the referee in his heart.