Getting Stronger By Fighting

Good at nothing, but a champion of messing things up. This was Yun Tianyi's assessment of those people who kept roaring in opposition, but Wei Daoming and Mu Dongjun would not take the blame. They just smiled.

"Well, let's expel them all then. I don't object," Wei Daoming said.

"My opinion might be a bit different," Mu Dongjun countered. "Since they have already consumed the Federation's resources, they must repay something. Their expulsion would be too lenient. I suggest we send them onto the battlefield. Those who survive can earn the opportunity for further training. For those who don't, killing a beast will be enough to clear their dues. If they can't survive or kill a beast, expel them completely and put them on a blacklist."

The suggestion made by Mu Dongjun pierced right to the core of those dissenters' vulnerability. If you suspect that we will destroy the Federation, then go and see how we have supported it for so long. Those who survive will naturally understand the Federation's difficulties and will no longer argue. Those who don't survive—well, they will just die. As for those who don't want to die but survive without making any contributions... Heh, what's wrong with handing them over to the Original Organization and those rats hiding in the Underground Pipeline? Just consider it waste utilization for the Federation. These people probably wouldn't even realize that the tribulations they faced were a direct result of their mockery and wild accusations against Mu Dongjun at this very moment. They had provoked this venomous snake coiled in the Federation's sky, one that controlled one of the Federation's Four Greats. The snake was now stealthily baring its fangs, striking with a lethal bite.

Wei Daoming looked at him deeply, noting his ruthlessness. Yun Tianyi, however, laughed heartily, completely indifferent.

"Great! Let's decide according to your suggestion! These people have had it too easy. It's a shame they haven't considered whether we are their fathers..."

At that moment, the third round of combat kicked off.

Wang Zhan's eyes gleamed with a terrifying resolve, his expression fierce, like a ravenous wolf ready to prey on others. The blood of his previous opponents dripping from his hands immediately sent a chill of terror through the team facing him.

The seven of them immediately and cautiously increased their distance from Wang Zhan, but this instantly loosened their formation, leaving it riddled with openings.

The team leader, a Level 2 Warrior, turned pale. Facing Wang Zhan, who was licking the blood from his tongue, he immediately ordered in a stern voice, "Maintain defensive formation! Don't engage him directly! Employ delaying tactics!"

Undoubtedly, he was terrified of battle.

Even though he was a Level 2 Warrior, after watching several of Wang Zhan's fights, he had already come to a profound realization: whether a Level 1 or Level 2 Warrior, before Wang Zhan, they were at best slightly larger ants. Although they were geniuses, they were not demons, and certainly not a demon like Wang Zhan.

So, without a doubt, none of them had the ability to counterattack, let alone throw Wang Zhan out of the ring.

The only thing they could do was hope their teamwork would allow them to stall long enough for the referee to award them some points, so their rankings wouldn't drop too much, too fast.

Unfortunately for them...

"Want to fight a battle of attrition?" Wang Zhan thought, a bloody taste seeming to seep into his mind, yet his thoughts were exceptionally clear. He had initially intended to fight an overwhelming battle, directly sweeping through these hundred teams of varying quality, and then confront the Federation's Four Greats and the Top 10 Martial Arts Academies in a true war of attrition. But the Yu State Military Martial Academy had already exhausted too much of his patience. Moreover, while he could respect true warriors, cooperative soldiers, and magnanimous members of the Human Race, he intensely disliked these cowardly parasites, much like those Martial Arts Academy students who had already vented too much of their dissatisfaction towards him. Undeniably, there might be one or two good people among them, but the vast majority were afraid of death. Fear of death drove them to madness, and madness led to retreat. Unlike him.

HEHEHE...

"Go to hell!"

BOOM! Wang Zhan slammed his foot onto the ground, his figure shooting out, heading straight for the team leader, their only Level 2 Warrior.

At that moment, he was no righteous figure, no paragon of virtue.

He had only one image: himself. Himself, having succumbed to his inner demon; the crazed Wang Zhan!

"Die! Die! Die!"

His fist, like a dragon, whipped up a gust of wind, carrying an irresistible aura as it descended upon the Level 2 Warrior.

The Level 2 Warrior's expression changed drastically. His heart clenched, and his legs seemed to move uncontrollably, retreating frantically, nearly causing him to stumble and fall.

"No! Don't kill me! We surrender! We surrender! We surrender!!"

He roared, trying to dodge Wang Zhan's fist, his mouth spewing endless pleas, begging for Wang Zhan's mercy.

It all happened so fast that no one could react.

The two mentors from the Martial Arts Academy in the spectator stands closed their eyes, their expressions grim.

Even their team's Military Department mentor felt so ashamed he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

Utterly disgraceful!

Which one of them hadn't lived for the better part of a lifetime? Which one wasn't laden with honors? Which one hadn't been a brave warrior, courageously slaying enemies on the battlefield?

Now, they had taught such a coward, such a weakling, such an unworthy student who would disgrace them enough to be metaphorically hung on a pillar of shame!

So, even though most people familiar with their Martial Arts Academy looked their way, their faces were ashen, and they remained silent. This was despite the Level 2 Warrior team captain continuously screaming and pleading with them, begging them to concede, for their Academy to surrender!

BOOM!

The fist finally landed, squarely on the Level 2 Warrior's face, instantly bruising and swelling it. As their captain was sent flying and crashed to the ground, the six behind him collapsed, utterly defenseless.

They immediately scattered like startled birds, staggering backward. Not one dared to resist, all of them continuously crying for help, demanding to surrender.

"Save me! Save me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! My father is..."

"Save me, Teacher! Help us surrender! We'll quit the academy when we get back! We can be Internal Energy Martial Artists!..."

"We don't want to die! Wang Zhan, spare us! If you keep killing, you'll definitely become the target of public criticism, and no one will be able to save you then..."

Over there, the Level 2 Warrior under Wang Zhan's assault didn't dare to fight back. He just covered his head and kept begging for mercy.

Even as Wang Zhan kicked him around like a ball, even though he had wet his pants, even though fear had completely saturated his soul, he still didn't dare to resist, only meekly enduring the abuse.

Hmph! A cowardly general leads a cowardly troop! Are these the Federation's Martial Arts Academies? To think these losers are supposed to save the Federation? Simply laughable! Wang Zhan thought, then delivered a fierce kick, roaring, "Fight back! If you don't fight back, I'll kill you!"

BANG!

Another dull thud echoed as the Level 2 Warrior hit the ground. The others, however, seemed to suddenly recall a crucial fact, and their faces lit up with an idea.

"Captain, stand up! Kill him! You're a Level 2 Warrior; you can win!"

"That's right, Captain! You're a Level 2 Warrior, and he's at most a Level 5 Warrior. You can't lose! If he can kill a Grandmaster across three major realms, why can't you cross one minor realm?"

"Captain, kill him! Kill him! At worst, when we get back, I'll let you have that girl. I definitely won't compete with you for her anymore!"

This scene left the entire arena speechless.

In front of the entire Federation, these Martial Arts Academy students had truly put on an utterly disgraceful performance for all the Federation's people to see.

Even Yun Tianyi and the other elders couldn't bear it anymore and said coldly, "Wang Zhan, kill them! The Federation doesn't need such losers, nor such cowards!"

They had specifically allowed reporters to sneak in. Who would have thought such a scene would unfold?

If word of this got out, would people assume that the current Federation had degenerated into the corrupt state of Ancient Times, where the strong preyed on the weak? Would such a Federation still be worthy of the people's trust?

And in the arena, everyone once again heard Yun Tianyi's command for Wang Zhan to kill.

In fact, most of them hoped Wang Zhan would kill these dregs of the Federation.

But a small minority wondered, if Wang Zhan continued to kill, did it mean that nearly half of the seven thousand people standing here today would have to die before this could truly be called a Federation matter?

Moreover, not just Wang Zhan, but even the Federation's Four Greats—what right did they have to kill indiscriminately?

A bunch of losers.

Wang Zhan heard Yun Tianyi's command. He really felt like killing. Once again, he slammed his foot into the boy's fragile stomach.

With this kick, Wang Zhan destroyed his Essence Energy.

As a coward, as a wimp, one shouldn't possess such powerful individual human strength. It's more of a curse than a blessing—at least for the Federation and humanity.

But, even as his face turned deathly pale, completely devoid of blood as his Essence Energy was destroyed, a hint of joy flickered across the Level 2 Warrior's face. He immediately roared, "Wang Zhan, you can't kill me! I'm already crippled! Martial Artists can't attack commoners. Are you going to violate the Federation's prohibitions?"

Wang Zhan's foot paused. He looked at him with a half-smile. "As long as you're not dead, who would dare say you're a commoner?"

This time, the team leader didn't hesitate at all. He knelt directly before Wang Zhan, kowtowing repeatedly and pleading, "I'm already crippled! I'm a useless person now! Just let me go as if I were a fart, Wang Zhan! I can pay a ransom for myself! Ten billion, twenty billion, thirty billion... As long as you name the price, I can get any amount of money!"

Then, his gaze turned venomous as he glanced at his teammates, who had hidden far away, their faces equally pale and anxious.

"They have money too! As long as you don't kill us—even if you cripple us, that's fine—I guarantee, every one of us is willing to pay thirty billion to ransom our lives... Wang Zhan, spare us! Spare us! You're a true hero! Why bother stubbornly fighting with cowards and wimps like us? It's not worth it!"

He cried and howled. Wang Zhan wanted to speak but hesitated.

It wasn't a matter of being moved or not; it was a sudden realization. These people had lost their backbone, lost their dignity. Even with more tests and more resources, how could they ever stand up again? They had already fallen, defeated by the neon lights of the Federation's pervasive greed. But was this really about money?