Getting Stronger By Fighting

However, he had no clue.

He Miaomiao's thinking was that if Wang Zhan couldn't handle the fight, she would step in. She would absolutely not let this boy live until tomorrow.

After all, she was just a woman. Even as a Sect Elder, she was still a woman and, she figured, didn't need to be reasonable.

But this disciple's cowardly stance directly provoked Wang Zhan into a hearty, incredibly sarcastic, and delighted laugh.

"Is this the leader among you? Ridiculous! Concerned about defeat before even considering victory! What a joke of a genius disciple! HAHAHAHA…"

"You!"

"How dare you!"

"You dare insult my Sect! Senior Brother, kill him!!"

Everyone was terribly infuriated. When had they ever encountered such a brazen and insolent person?

Moreover, this was their home turf. It was like having their mothers insulted right to their faces, all because Wang Zhan showed no restraint whatsoever.

As a result, these disciples, who were native to this place, felt they had lost all face. How could they not be furious?

Their faces turned black with rage, and the anger burning in their hearts made them wish they could take Wang Zhan down with them.

The disciple who had deliberately provoked Wang Zhan now felt he might have made a mistake. Setting aside everything else, Wang Zhan's tongue alone could probably make him invincible within this Small World.

His gaze turned cold, and he said in an icy tone,

"Courting death!"

Wang Zhan's taunt was highly effective; the disciple had successfully forgotten the possibility of losing to him.

He resolved to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut, wanting to personally send Wang Zhan on his way and rip apart that foul, lying mouth of his.

Never mind those directly involved who found Wang Zhan excessive; even Elder He and Xu Yuyu, who were temporarily on Wang Zhan's side, felt that Wang Zhan's retreating figure looked incredibly punchable. They wished they could go up and give him a good thrashing.

Xu Yuyu hesitated for a moment, then asked Yang Qi beside her,

"Is Wang Zhan... always this detestable?"

She could imagine that if she were this arrogant, she'd probably have been beaten to death before she even made a name for herself. But... she really wanted to try it!

Yang Qi's expression was somewhat stiff as he forced a bitter smile. Detestable doesn't even begin to cover it; it's more like inviting a fight to the death. Of course, he couldn't say that outright. What if Wang Zhan overheard?

So, Yang Qi said tactfully,

"Um... actually, it's usually fine. He doesn't typically treat people like this. And normally, no one says he's arrogant or domineering; everyone is quite convinced by him."

Elder He glanced at him strangely, making Yang Qi's face flush with slight embarrassment.

She could imagine that with such a personality, it might be tolerable if it only flared up occasionally. If he were always like this, he probably would have died without a burial place long ago. No one called him arrogant or domineering? Was it perhaps because he had yet to face a true setback, or perhaps... all his opponents were already dead?

Thinking this, He Miaomiao no longer found Wang Zhan so outrageous, but rather somewhat pitiful.

A descendant of the esteemed Qín Family, yet he had fallen to a state where he lacked the confidence even to back his own people, constantly fearing he might die prematurely. How truly tragic.

However, as an Elder, she still had the responsibility to discipline him. She immediately snorted coldly by Wang Zhan's ear,

"Get on with it! If you keep playing around, I'll throw you out of this Small World myself! Don't forget, I'm their Elder too!"

Her intentions were clear: Weren't they her disciples too? If you keep disparaging them like this, do I still have any face left?

So, upon hearing her dissatisfied words, Wang Zhan immediately snapped back to reality, muttering to himself in his mind,

My bad, my bad, I got too carried away...

Immediately, he wasted no more time.

He stepped forward, bare-handed, faced everyone present and that disciple, and said indifferently,

"Come on! Life and death will be decided on the platform! I'm very busy, so hurry up. If one of you isn't enough, you can all come at me together!"

"Arrogant!"

"Ignorant!"

"A mere Warrior daring to spout such nonsense! Truly courting death!…"

As for that instigator, the disciple who should have been the focus of the entire assembly, he was now completely ignored by everyone thanks to Wang Zhan's audacity.

His face was grim.

"Since you're in such a hurry to die, brat, I'll send you on your way now!"

With that, his internal energy surged. His full Grandmaster Realm power erupted, clearly intending to crush Wang Zhan with sheer force, to turn this mantis trying to stop a chariot into mincemeat.

"All Heavens——Dragon Elephant Fist"

The moment the fist technique was unleashed, details about this set of fist techniques surfaced in Wang Zhan's mind.

Coincidentally, this fist technique was found within the first three floors of the Book Collection Pavilion, particularly on the first floor, and Wang Zhan had once made a record of it.

It emphasized instantaneous, fierce, masculine power, capable of Force Splitting Mount Hua, possessing an air of invincibility—truly a rare gem.

Seeing this, a slight smirk touched Wang Zhan's lips. He decided to give his opponent adequate respect.

"Eight Extremes Fist——Military Killing Fist Variation"

POP.

The two instantly collided. Meanwhile, the disciples whose cultivation wasn't high enough, terrified of being caught in the crossfire, frantically squeezed out of the core area and scattered in all directions.

Then, after a long, eerie silence—

Wang Zhan moved!

He looked mockingly at this so-called genius disciple, whose acupressure point had been pierced by his single fist strike.

"All Heavens——Dragon Elephant Fist"

The opponent seemed completely stupefied, showing no reaction whatsoever. He could only watch in agony as Wang Zhan's fist landed unstoppably upon him.

You think you're good? I can do it too, and even more ferociously than you!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Without reason, a cloud of dust billowed up in the arena.

The dust seemed to possess a spirit, forming various spirited and ferocious entities that charged forward for Wang Zhan.

However, it seemed they were far from achieving this step, so ultimately, only Wang Zhan's fists could achieve meritorious deeds.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother? Is he stunned? Fight back!"

"Why is he just standing there foolishly getting hit? Move! You're a Grandmaster! Can't you even beat a mere Martial Master?"

Someone, watching Wang Zhan's quietly retreating figure, suddenly had a flash of insight.

"Could Senior Brother have fallen for his trick and become immobilized? Is that why he can only let this brat do as he pleases?"

In fact, they seemed to share an ominous premonition.

But no matter what, they couldn't bring themselves to believe that their own Senior Brother, a Grandmaster Realm expert, could be defeated so decisively by Wang Zhan, utterly powerless to resist.

Their Senior Brother had cultivated for nearly one hundred and thirty years! How long had Wang Zhan cultivated? Thirty years? Could it even be that long?

Wang Zhan didn't enlighten them, simply returning to his group and saying calmly to Elder He,

"Let's go."

In a flash, after he finished speaking, Wang Zhan's entire body seemed to deflate, a shocking sight for everyone present.

The next moment, vigorous internal energy surged, refilling his entire body, plumping up his skin and clothes again, almost like magic.

The others were already accustomed to Wang Zhan's transformations and weren't surprised.

Elder He, however, showed a peculiar look in her eyes and asked softly,

"Is this how you normally fight?"

Using a massive output of internal energy to catch the opponent off guard, then relying on painstaking effort or sharp techniques to send the enemy to their death. The method was effective, alright, but He Miaomiao finally understood why Wang Zhan's internal energy had begun to wane. His internal energy was always 'borrowed'; he simply had no time to cultivate his own. If this continued, it would sooner or later become a major problem.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Just as Wang Zhan's group was preparing to leave, someone shouted to stop them.

"The battle isn't over! Our Senior Brother hasn't fallen! Elder He, is this how you act as our referee?"

He Miaomiao hesitated, about to speak but then stopping.

Wang Zhan, however, glanced at the speaker and said with a chuckle,

"I'd advise you to go check on your Senior Brother's condition. If you're too late, he might really stop breathing."

However, when someone, following Wang Zhan's advice, went to check on the disciple who had remained standing motionless in place,

they discovered that the spirit in his eyes had long vanished. His eyes were rolled back, showing the whites, as if he had been dead for a long time.

His heart clenched, and his face showed his urgency. He wanted to push or shake him.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, are you alright?"

But they didn't know...

BANG!

Like a balloon bursting, an endless expanse of blood-red color began to permeate the area.

The already somewhat gloomy Book Collection Pavilion, due to this sudden turn of events, abruptly became bone-chillingly cold. It was as if they were in the depths of Hell, with a bloody mist everywhere, making everyone's liver and gallbladder tremble.

"Sen... Senior Brother, he..."

In his original spot, only a skeleton of white bones remained—smooth, clean, and strikingly lifelike, as if not yet dead, not even having begun to fall apart.

Wang Zhan, who had already walked more than ten steps away, suddenly turned back.

He wasn't smiling. He just said gravely,

"He shouldn't have provoked me! And indeed, he shouldn't have had to die! But I must tell you all one truth: the Federation of today is no longer the world it once was. And you can no longer regard us from the Federation as ants to be trampled."

The dozens of people with Wang Zhan turned around in unison, causing these disciples, whose minds had already suffered a severe shock, to be hit hard once more and stumble backward.

Wang Zhan continued,

"You can provoke me. But truly, I hope you remember: insult the person, don't insult their mother! Otherwise, while I can't wipe out your entire family, I can certainly do to you what I did to him!"

With that, Wang Zhan turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Just as Wang Zhan had predicted,

everyone in the arena fell silent. Not a single person dared to chase after him or obstruct him.

"He... he's so ruthless!" someone stammered.

"Is this... a devil? Is this the murderous demon king cultivated by the outside world?" someone said, half-crying, half-laughing, scared out of their wits.

Others quietly shed tears, having lost all courage to face Wang Zhan again, wailing,

"We... we mustn't provoke him anymore! People will really die, they really will..."

Everyone in the arena could sense it.

At this moment, a murderous demon king from the mortal realm was rising in their territory.

Yet, they had not the slightest courage to stop him. They could only wait for the day they would become mere foils to this demon king, thereby cementing his fearsome reputation.

Naturally, not everyone was a spineless coward. For instance—

"Wang Zhan... Just you wait! I will definitely survive the Star War Battlefield!"

And when that time comes, I will kill you!