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Chapter 386: Chapter 191: Crushing Victory, New Chapter in History

"AAAAAAHHHH—!!!"

A blood-curdling scream, so shrill it barely sounded human, pierced everyone’s eardrums through the audio feed!

The camera instantly zoomed in on the scene high in the sky!

Everyone could see it clearly.

Qin Wushuang’s pair of Cyan Simurgh Wings were twisted at an extremely exaggerated angle, one that completely defied skeletal structure, forcibly wrenched into the shape of a pretzel!

Jagged, white bone fragments pierced through flesh and feathers, exposed to the air!

Blood sprayed across the sky like a fountain!

And Lin Ye, at some unknown point, had appeared behind him, one hand clamped tightly onto the back of his neck!

He was holding him like a chicken ready for slaughter!

BOOM!

Qin Wushuang’s body plummeted from hundreds of meters in the air, crashing heavily onto the Gobi desert floor.

Lin Ye looked down from above at the figure curled up and twitching on the ground, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion.

This scene sent a chill deep into the souls of the nearly two million viewers in the livestream, including Dong Dongchen himself.

After more than a month, it seemed the indifferent god of slaughter who had rampaged across the battlefield had returned.

Only this time, he had grown to a level of power beyond anyone’s imagination.

"Mercy..."

In the deep crater, Qin Wushuang used his last ounce of strength to force out a single word from his throat.

However, his voice was cut short.

The next second, under everyone’s horrified gazes, Qin Wushuang’s head, along with his entire upper body, instantly exploded into a thick cloud of blood mist!

No one saw clearly whether Lin Ye had thrown a punch or used his spear.

It might have even been just a release of his Gang Sha.

The result was an instantaneous one-hit kill.

Qin Wushuang’s body dissolved into countless motes of light within the blood mist and completely vanished.

[Battle Over!]

[Victor: Goblin Soldier!]

With the battle concluded, Dong Dongchen once again pulled up Lin Ye’s combat record.

[Longest Winning Streak: 167]

Dong Dongchen magnified this string of numbers, replacing the match information so that it floated in the center of the screen.

In Dong Dongchen’s livestream, the bullet comments that had been frantically flooding the screen just moments before came to an eerie halt.

Millions of viewers fell silent at the exact same moment.

They could only stare dumbfounded at the history-making number on the screen, their minds completely blank.

One second.

Two seconds.

Dong Dongchen shot up from his gaming chair. The movement was so abrupt that the chair slid far back behind him.

He grabbed his hair with both hands, his expression a mixture of ecstasy, shock, and the manic frenzy of someone who had just witnessed a miracle.

"He broke it!!"

A roar shattered the silence.

"He really broke it!!"

"A 167-match winning streak! The highest winning streak record in *Martial Arts Peak*, set by the Martial Saint himself and untouched for decades since the game’s launch, was just broken today! Just now!"

"We saw it broken with our own eyes!!"

"A new Chapter in history has been written!"

Dong Dongchen’s voice grew hoarse from the excessive excitement. He pumped his fist in the air as if cheering for Lin Ye.

At that moment, the bullet comments in the livestream exploded.

Pent-up emotions erupted like a volcano, turning into an overwhelming flood of text that nearly crashed the servers.

"I’m floored! My mom asked me why I’m kneeling to watch a livestream!"

"This is the Gang Condensation Realm? I’d believe you if you told me he was in the Divine Realm!"

"This proves Qin Wushuang was full of it. Remember him saying that a monkey like this Goblin was only able to challenge the win-streak record because real experts like him weren’t around?"

"LMAO, the Goblin proved with his strength that the only reason these monkeys thought they were so strong was because the real king hadn’t entered the New Star Sequence yet."

"What’s the point of flying around? He got one-shot! This wasn’t a fight between opponents on the same level!"

...

「Meanwhile.」

Dongfang Zhen and Zhang Daoxuan left the spectator view at almost the same time. They exchanged a look, and both saw a lingering shock in the other’s eyes.

"Holy crap..."

Dongfang Zhen swallowed, his throat feeling a little dry. "Lin Ye... it looks like he’s gotten stronger again."

This wasn’t just a matter of getting a little bit stronger.

"His Gang Sha."

Zhang Daoxuan’s focus was always sharp. He frowned and analyzed, "Its nature has changed. It’s taken on the properties of wind."

Dongfang Zhen nodded. Of course, he had noticed that as well.

It was just that they already found his non-elemental golden Gang Sha to be troublesome enough.

Now, with elemental fusion added to the mix, they had no idea what level of power Lin Ye had reached.

The two were silent for a moment before Zhang Daoxuan suddenly asked, "At the end there, how did he fly up into the sky?"

"Fly?"

Dongfang Zhen shook his head. "That wasn’t flying."

"It must be some kind of explosive martial technique, or perhaps one of his Martial Arts Spiritualities."

"He used it when I fought him before. It’s impossible to defend against; you can barely see his movement trajectory."

"However, his speed now is on a whole other level compared to a month ago."

"Using that move on top of such absurd speed... at the Gang Condensation Realm, it’s basically no different from teleportation."

Dongfang Zhen paused, his tone tinged with a hint of emotion.

"So, the reason that Qin Wushuang lost was... he was flying too low."

"At that distance, all it took was a single accelerated leap to reach him."

Understanding dawned on Zhang Daoxuan.

Dongfang Zhen sighed.

"If I were in Qin Wushuang’s position, I imagine the outcome would have been about the same."

"As we are now, neither you nor I could possibly beat him anymore."

He wasn’t joking in the slightest.

Lin Ye’s current strength had likely placed him in the realm of the absolute top tier, a level only a tiny handful of the nation’s young geniuses could ever hope to reach.