Getting Stronger By Fighting

"What Martial Arts Academy competition, what Martial Arts Cultivation? They are all just a veneer."

No one knows why, under the stimulation of external forces, Wang Zhan was able to play such a significant role, even enabling Warriors to slaughter Grandmasters and leader-level beasts.

Therefore, this time, every member of this so-called genius team truly quieted down, their hearts bitter.

"Who cares about becoming the champion of the Martial Arts Academy's competition? I quit. Wang Zhan wants it, right? Let him have it."

Upon comprehending this, a sudden smile of enlightenment lit up Chu Yuming's face, and a wave of relief washed over him.

POP. Hanqing, Yuan Mengru, Lin Xiaoyin, and the kid all stared at him, their eyes wide with shock.

"You broke through?"

Chu Yuming nodded.

"Today's battle was very beneficial for me, and it's been a while since I've had a breakthrough. There's nothing strange about it."

The kid grunted in understanding, feeling that it indeed seemed quite reasonable.

However, only Hanqing, Yuan Mengru, and Lin Xiaoyin keenly perceived the fluctuation of Chu Yuming's qi; he was at least at the intermediate Warrior stage.

A single breakthrough, advancing through three minor realms—has Chu Yuming's potential finally been awakened by Wang Zhan's pressure?

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"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Wang Zhan roared, repeatedly charging through the crowds of humans and beasts, his feet never stopping, his hands never resting.

But he no longer used his Fatal One Slash, merely suppressing the beasts' counterattacks and stamina with his fists, tirelessly, like a small ant continuously carrying food.

Every now and then, he would launch a sneak attack, instantly killing a General-level or leader-level beast.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The Martial Artists roared, the beasts howled, weapons clashed over the hills, and claws and teeth were as sharp as arrows.

A small plain had long since been battered into a cratered wasteland, drenched in blood and littered with corpses.

On the field, many Human warriors fatally wounded by beasts were casually tossed to the edge of the battlefield by their comrades, who then turned back, each fighting as ten, desperately trying to encircle and annihilate the beast swarms.

Nearly a hundred beasts faced an equal number of humans. It almost made the Martial Emperors incredulous. When did the Human Race, always weaker than the beasts by more than a single measure, become so valiant?

However, the catalyst for this entire scene was, in fact, one person.

Wang Zhan!

His ancient Eight Extremes Fist was overwhelmingly powerful in such a situation, allowing him to fearlessly face group attacks.

Even if several beasts surrounded him at once, he could send them flying back with a punch. Although it wasn't effortless, the energy consumed was far, far less than using Fatal One Slash.

"Hahahaha, let me show you my Heavenly Martial Arts!"

"Die! Die! Die!..."

The wind howled, fresh blood seemed to chuckle, Wang Zhan roared—the backbone of the Human Race, standing tall in this wilderness.

If these people could survive, who knew how many heroes would emerge from their ranks in the future.

Once, it was one man against one beast, fighting to the death without retreat!

...

"These are all the hope of our Human Race!!"

High above, the four Martial Emperors still maintaining the Four Symbols Formation felt a complex pang in their hearts.

They saw it; right at Fang Fang, another two Grandmaster-level Martial Artists had their qi acupoints shattered by beasts. They weren't thrown out by their companions but were instead swept aside by the beasts and sent flying.

"Wang Zhan? Interesting, very interesting. This boy is very interesting. Is this the unparalleled genius your Human Race has prepared for twenty years, cultivated to perfection? Hahahaha..."

The Beast Nest cackled, watching Wang Zhan's retreating figure with keen interest, a sharp glint flashing in its eyes.

It knew that when dealing with enemies, the only good genius is a dead genius. If not for a secret objective this time, it might have already started a massacre.

Did they truly believe a dozen or so Martial Emperors could suppress it? What a joke. Even if this Beast Nest was merely a disposable tool, its true nature wasn't something these short-sighted humans could discern.

"Go, my children, kill him! Kill him!"

Silently, a strange ripple of thought suddenly appeared in the minds of all high-grade soldier-level beasts. The Beast Nest directly shielded the General-level beasts from this command, preventing them from rushing to their deaths.

Instead, it began to summon the leader-level beasts. To date, its body had birthed over 3,800 leader-level beasts, with countless General-level beasts besides.

Excluding the ten or twenty leader-level beasts already killed, the Beast Nest had only dispatched a fifth of its forces to attack what the humans called Jing State, a place said to hold unique significance and heritage within the Federation World.

So, following the Beast Nest's command, the leader-level beasts that had been lurking around Wang Zhan for a long time, as well as those scattered throughout the Jing State Wilderness Area, all began to mobilize, converging on the battlefield where Wang Zhan fought.

Yun Tianyi and the others felt their hearts sink; one look at the Beast Nest told them it was up to no good.

Therefore, Yun Tianyi quickly sent a message to Wang Zhan.

"Be careful, the Beast Nest has noticed you. I suspect it will dispatch all its leader-level beasts to encircle and kill you! Pinning down all our forces is just one of their objectives; they have another conspiracy..."

Then, he lifted his pale face, his spine still ramrod straight, and stared fixedly at the Beast Nest, saying, "You abomination! Don't get too complacent! So what if we let you destroy Jing State? If you truly anger certain old-timers, your Beast Nest Sky Descent clan will be the first to die!"

Yun Tianyi and the others knew that each Beast Nest Sky Curtain represented a clan authority linked by bloodline.

Despite their myriad bizarre appearances and differing behaviors, they were undoubtedly all born from the so-called blood of the Beast God, inheriting its will.

However, one shouldn't assume that just because the Beast Clan had a Beast God, the Human Race lacked its own powerful old-timers.

Otherwise, why would they have been locked in a twenty-year tug-of-war on the Star War Battlefield, without the flames of war spreading to the ground during that entire period?

Now, with reinforcements so long overdue, they weren't fools; each had their own suspicions.

The four roared inwardly. Original Organization, you deserve to die! The people of the Original Organization have gone mad, daring to betray the Federation's interests! No matter the purpose of this Beast Nest Sky Descent, the Original Organization was undoubtedly cooperating secretly from the shadows. These rats in the darkness are practically a weathervane for the beasts. How could they fail to see that over countless years, the Original Organization and the beasts had collaborated many times? If not for the Blood Essence Pills being a research achievement of the Original Organization, how could the many people who detested it have tolerated its actions for so long? Death by a thousand cuts—that perfectly describes the current state of the Federation!

…

「Atop the city wall.」

"AHH!!"

Countless sounds of battle and agonized screams echoed across the field.

Even Shi Zhongming, the highest official of Jing State, could not escape this fate.

A moment ago, a beast had tackled him to the ground, its fangs sinking into his shoulder, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone.

Fortunately, Shi Zhongming had managed to grope for a blood-soaked weapon on the ground beside him and plunged it directly into the beast's body, barely managing to survive.

However, when he glanced around, he almost blacked out and stumbled.

It wasn't because they had lost, but because the beasts on the city wall had all been completely wiped out by the Human warriors defending Jing State.

Scattered figures stood proudly atop the city, their feet on the corpses of comrades and beasts alike, the blood so thick it had congealed into a viscous paste.

"Are all the beasts... dead?"

"ROAR!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a fresh wave of beastly roars rose from the foot of the city wall.

Someone peered over the edge and immediately made a surprised discovery.

"State Governor, State Governor! There are no more upper-class General-level beasts or stronger below the city! They're all mid to low-tier General-level beasts..."

It turned out that the beasts of upper-class General-level and above were truly all dead.

Although the Human Race had paid an immense price—only a tenth of the warriors originally on the city wall remained—there was no doubt: this section of the wall had been successfully defended.

With that thought, Shi Zhongming's body tensed again. He forced himself to sound resolute, "Quick, quick, quick! Dispatch our reserve teams to support the other city walls! We'll hold this position. Remember, only defend! Do not counterattack! Do not venture out! Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

This was war, not a personal game, so Shi Zhongming meant every word.

Anyone who opened the city gates or took even half a step beyond the city wall would be immediately beheaded as an example. There was no other way; Jing State could not afford to gamble, nor did it have the luxury to. With most of its mid to high-tier forces unable to return and reinforce, Jing State would fall the moment its defenses were breached.

However, he didn't know that the reason Jing State's defenses held and no more mid to high-ranking beasts entered the fray was because those beasts now had a new target.

The very Martial Artist he had almost deemed ill-intentioned, an unruly element he had wanted to deal with privately.

Wang Zhan.

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"Hahahaha, humans will never be slaves! Explode for me!"

The crowd of humans surrounding Wang Zhan continued to grow, but after their bloody battle, they were stunned to find the power dynamic on the battlefield shifting once more.

They were being suppressed.

Countless upper-class General-level beasts and leader-level beasts were pouring in, continuously shrinking the area occupied by the Human Race.

Even Wang Zhan's ancient Eight Extremes Fist struggled to make a difference, forcing him to resort to that strike of mutual destruction.

"Fatal---One Slash!"

As a warrior self-detonated, affecting an upper-class General-level beast, Wang Zhan's clone, with a CLANG, drew the Liyun Blade that was always slung across his back and charged forward fearlessly.

"Die!"

The dazzling blade light flared again, claiming three lives in one strike.

Not only the General-level beast that had forced the warrior to self-destruct, but also another General-level beast and an unlucky leader-level beast that got caught in the attack.

All of them died at Wang Zhan's hand. The price, however…

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. The remaining power of his Pure Essence Pills was completely drained, condensing into a thin, pale-faced clone.

Even so, Wang Zhan's main body didn't hesitate in the slightest, unleashing another direct Fatal One Slash.

"Die!"