After AFK for five years, I returned to be number one in the entire server.

As night deepened, the campus of Bailing Institute of Technology was bathed in light.

Chu Changqing appeared on campus, and with the mysterious guidance, he knew the name Lin Ye, also known as Mu Ye, who was currently in the noisy stadium in front of him.

His purpose in coming here was simple: to settle scores with Makino.

Chu Changqing frowned slightly. Not far from the stadium, there was an ordinary wooden bench on the roadside.

A woman dressed very elegantly was sitting quietly, holding an antique-style book in her hands.

The soft light from the streetlights bathed her fair and gentle face, with a few strands of hair falling beside her ears, giving her an air of gentle grace.

If an ordinary student who didn't know her background passed by, they would probably just think of her as a quiet senior student studying late at night.

"Are you going to stop me?"

Gu Qingxin's gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book, and with a soft rustling sound, she turned a page.

She exuded no sense of oppression whatsoever, not even a trace of hostility could be detected, and her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze rustling willows.

"Private duels are forbidden in Tian Shu, but if you try to enter, I will stop you."

Chu Changqing looked at her, a hint of weighing the pros and cons flashing in his eyes.

Within Tian Shu, Gu Qingxin was notoriously difficult to deal with.

Her extremely strong killing power and almost unbeatable ability to locate enemies are enough to give any player at the Chen level a headache.

Chu Changqing was naturally not afraid of this woman. If it really came down to a life-or-death struggle, he was confident that he could overpower her.

But Lin is right here, and it would be extremely unwise to start a fight with Gu Qingxin at this critical juncture.

Thinking of this, Chu Changqing's hidden yet dangerous aura gradually subsided.

He looked coldly at the woman on the bench and uttered a sentence in an arrogant tone.

"It will only take ten moves to deal with you."

Chu Changqing withdrew his gaze, resumed his stride, and walked straight past the bench toward the bustling stadium.

After taking only a few steps, he added a sentence with his back to Gu Qingxin.

"I don't fight."

Inside the stadium.

The cheers grew louder and louder.

The referee stood in the center of the ring, raised his arm, and announced that the final battle was about to begin.

Chen Yue stepped out of the rest area, ascended the steps, and stood on the alloy arena reinforced with special materials. His appearance triggered a thunderous roar from the Bailing University of Technology camp.

At the other end of the venue, Lin slowly walked up the steps onto the arena.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, his expression calm, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding shouts that threatened to lift the dome.

The match officially began as the referee swung his arm down heavily.

Chen Yue had no intention of underestimating his opponent. Facing a stranger who was also at the Moon-level, he activated his unique ability without hesitation the moment the referee stepped back.

"Destiny's trajectory leads to certain death."

boom!

A white sonic boom cloud, visible to the naked eye, suddenly exploded in the air, and a muffled roar swept across the entire venue.

Chen Yue's speed instantly surged to an astonishing Mach 1, easily surpassing the threshold of supersonic speed.

From Chen Yue's subjective perspective, the whole world seemed to have been thrown into an infinitely long slow motion.

The audience's frenzied shouts became low and viscous, and the fine dust falling from the air seemed to be suspended in deep water, descending in an extremely slow manner.

Standing in the center of the field, Lin Ye appeared almost completely still in his eyes; even the slightest undulation of the hem of his clothes was broken down into countless frozen photographs.

Chen Yue did not launch an attack rashly. "Death Track" not only gave him extreme speed, but also endowed him with matching neural reactions. He turned into a blur and began to circle Lin Ye at high speed.

He was like a patient hunter, carefully observing the still prey, trying to find the most fatal flaw, so that when he struck, it would be a fatal blow.

But to the thousands of spectators outside the stadium, the scene was completely different.

The instant the referee waved his hand, Chen Yue's figure vanished from their sight amidst a burst of air.

On the spacious arena, Lin Ye stood alone in the center.

Only the raging winds surrounding Lin Ye and the almost indistinguishable, blurry shadows proclaimed to everyone the monster hurtling at supersonic speeds.

The sheer terror, impossible to perceive with the naked eye, caused a brief pause in the cheers before erupting into even more frenzied shouts.

The atmosphere in the family section of the front row of the audience instantly turned icy.

Shen Yi's hands were clenched tightly together, her clear eyes staring at the empty arena, her breathing becoming rapid.

In her mind, although Lin Ye was a player, he always quietly stayed by her side, helping her wash dishes, carrying her on his back in the snow, giving her an incredibly secure sense of belonging.

She had never actually witnessed Lin Ye fighting someone to the death.

The terrifying confrontation where she couldn't even see where her opponent was made her heart leap into her throat.

Fang Cheng's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"How are we supposed to fight like this? We can't even see a shadow of a bird. Ningda is really going to lose miserably this time, isn't they?"

Chen Yue sprinted at high speed along the edge of the alloy arena, his peripheral vision fixed on the motionless figure in the center of the arena.

In his perception, ordinary monthly-level players were nothing more than a bunch of clumsy and slow targets.

Even if they frantically stimulate the biomagnetic field, the speed would only be a little over 200 kilometers per hour at most.

Even so, their neural reflexes cannot keep up with their speed in a confined environment.

The average monthly-level rider only dares to reach speeds of 200 km/h when sprinting on an unobstructed straight line.

If it were the renowned Pei Xiao standing on the stage tonight, his indiscriminate "Collapse Elephant" technique would indeed cause him trouble.

However, facing Lin Ye, who was unknown and had no combat record, Chen Yue was 100% confident that he could crush him.

A fierce wind howled on the arena, and the airflow was completely disrupted by Chen Yue's supersonic movement, forming a miniature vortex visible to the naked eye in the center of the arena.

Under such overwhelming speed, Chen Yue's confidence swelled to the extreme.

In his extrasensory vision, the freshman named Lin Ye seemed to be frozen in place, his eyeballs unable to keep up with his movements, just standing there motionless.

His voice pierced the air, and because it circled rapidly around the edge of the arena, it seemed to come from all directions at the same time, carrying undisguised arrogance and admonition.

"Just admit defeat!"

Chen Yue's words echoed faintly in the gale: "At Mach 1, I can't control the precise landing point. If you don't want to be smashed to pieces by me, you'd better surrender and get off the stage!"