Death Slash!
Facing Wiggins' assault, Lin Ran directly used an additional skill of Curse Sword, hacking him down from the air.
The sharpness and power of Curse Sword were clearly not something Wiggins could easily withstand, as the blade directly carved a gaping, bone-deep wound on him.
However, Wiggins acted as if he was unharmed, leaping up from the ground and continuing his fierce attack on Lin Ran.
Besides the movements of his hands, he was also continuously casting various necromantic spells and throwing all sorts of splashing alchemical items.
But unfortunately, all his efforts were utterly crushed by Lin Ran!
Under the deterrence of Curse Sword, none of the necromantic spells could get close to Lin Ran.
Every alchemical item he threw was shot down by Lin Ran's Eternal Kaleidoscope lock and King's Treasury attack.
Not only could they not touch Lin Ran, but they sometimes even injured him.
As for his close-quarters combat, it was even more laughable.
Facing Lin Ran, who possessed superior physical fitness, mastered the Rokushiki, and wielded a divine artifact, he was as powerless as a hooligan throwing a tantrum.
The numerous alchemical potions he had consumed were not enough to bridge the gap between them. Instead, in his berserk state, he became easier for Lin Ran to toy with using his skills.
Thus, in this endless charge, Wiggins' wounds grew more and more numerous.
To torment him further, Lin Ran didn't even go for the killing blow, opting for the "slowly cutting meat with a dull knife" approach.
He was simultaneously ravaging Wiggins' body and eroding his mind.
And in Wiggins' current state, he couldn't see any of these chaotic things.
All that filled his eyes was Lin Ran's smug, irritating face!
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
As long as he could attack Lin Ran, anything else was worth it!
Die for me!
In the dream illusion created by Lin Ran, he vaguely saw himself gaining the upper hand, hacking and charging at Lin Ran.
He even used his ghost-headed saber countless times, making Lin Ran cry out in agony.
Victory!
Victory was within reach!
A perverted grin spread across Wiggins' face.
Just you wait! After I capture you, I'll show you how I'll enjoy your beautiful body!
First, I'll hack off your arm!
Then, I'll break your legs!
Slash your abdomen on the left!
Plunge directly into your chest on the right!
Plunge into the chest!
Plunge into the chest!
Plunge into...
Huh?
Why can't the saber in my hand move forward even an inch?
Lin Ran was clearly lying in a pool of blood, unable to struggle, so what was stopping me?
Wait...
My consciousness seems to be getting more and more blurry...
As the illusion faded, Wiggins was stunned to discover that the tip of Lin Ran's sword had, at some point, pierced his neck.
His entire body was already covered in sword marks, and he was on the verge of death, his situation hopeless.
How... how could this be?!
Were all the sensations I just experienced nothing but vain illusions?
How could Lin Ran have inflicted so many wounds on me without me realizing it?
Wiggins struggled to open his mouth, but no words came out.
Seeing this, Lin Ran couldn't help but chuckle:
"A final burst of energy... your consciousness has recovered quite a bit..."
"But it's all too late."
"You old, dirty, decaying thing are ultimately no match for our younger generation!"
"By the way, I have a question for you, it's quite important..."
"Did Ye Yun... truly die?"
Hearing Lin Ran's question, Wiggins' eyes widened in shock.
Before he could react further, the Curse Sword piercing his neck erupted with a dizzying dark glow, completely engulfing Wiggins.
Lin Ran had no intention of getting an answer to such a world-shattering secret from this person, so he directly wiped out his physical body and teleported all his loot into the Divine Might Space.
As for his soul fragments, he directly bound them within his eyes using Eternal Kaleidoscope and the Rinnegan.
Now, while Wiggins' mental state was unstable, obtaining this soul fragment would be enough to gather substantial information.
The reason he brought it up earlier was primarily to stimulate the memories in Wiggins' brain, increasing the probability of obtaining important information from the soul fragment.
Off the field.
Watching Lin Ran launch a barrage of attacks, reducing Wiggins to a bloody mess, and then finally delivering a fatal blow to his throat, engulfing him with dark energy...
Whether it was the contestants, the audience, or the referees, they all fell into a silent, stunned hush.
When the dust settled and Lin Ran was the only one left on the stage, the head referee hesitantly raised his hand:
"Contestant Turing? Contestant Turing?"
But no matter how he called out, there was no response.
This...
Since there was no sign of the person, alive or dead, the head referee didn't know what to do and had to cast a pleading gaze towards Gu Chuan Zhongyan in the stands.
Just as Gu Chuan Zhongyan was about to clear his throat and offer his insights, Lin Ran in the arena suddenly spoke:
"He's dead, you can announce my victory."
Gu Chuan Zhongyan, whose speech was interrupted, was instantly displeased:
"Huh? He's dead?!"
"Your word alone isn't enough to make that judgment yet, is it?"
"What if he was merely temporarily banished or sealed by some special method you used..."
"And what if he inexplicably returns later?"
"Wouldn't that make us, the organizers, look incompetent?"
Lin Ran looked at Gu Chuan Zhongyan with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot:
"Then how about... you look at his remaining teammates?"
Gu Chuan Zhongyan was taken aback. Though he didn't understand why Lin Ran said that, he still turned his gaze.
Then, he saw an incredibly shocking sight.
Turing, that is, Wiggins' teammates, had all turned into a pool of thick liquid.
Their armor and weapons lay scattered around, looking truly gruesome and bizarre.
Lin Ran chuckled triumphantly:
"Didn't expect that, did you?"
"The so-called teammates Turing brought were actually just his puppets, just like those things on stage earlier."
"Since Turing is dead, they naturally disappeared as well."
"And Turing's actual age, let alone thirty, far exceeds three hundred years..."
"You can think about it yourselves; a person so proficient in necromancy and alchemy, arts that require immense time to master, could they possibly be young?"
"You said earlier that making judgments about life and death would make you look incompetent..."
"Compared to that, wouldn't it be more incompetent to not even be able to ascertain whether a contestant is even human, let alone their age?"