Getting Stronger By Fighting

HEHEHE, so that's how it is. Looking at it that way, the domain is quite a handy thing. Not only can it temporarily help me resolve the issue of mental energy accumulation, but it also summoned that fellow out in advance. Now I have an extra helper…

Just because Wang Zhan usually operated alone, don't mistakenly assume he enjoyed going solo. He simply hadn't found suitable teammates; those stronger than him looked down on him, and those weaker were no help. That was all.

Now that the mad man had appeared in his domain once more, it signified two things.

Firstly, Wang Zhan's mental energy, usually of little use beyond peeking into things, finally had a purpose. As long as he nourished the mad man with as much of his mental energy as possible, that mad man was even more terrifying than Wang Zhan himself—and undoubtedly the type to go all-in, with no retreat and no surrender.

Secondly, the immense mental energy Wang Zhan had been enduring finally had an outlet. The mad man was the conduit, responsible for alleviating Wang Zhan's pressure.

As for whether the mad man would submit? Ever since Wang Zhan left Chu State, the number of people who defied him had only grown. But so what?

"HEHEHE, boy, I advise you to behave yourself, at least until we get back to the Federation. When that time comes, I'll certainly let you witness my current strength."

Like a weapon, it could only be wielded. If it didn't submit, then beat it into submission!

Undoubtedly, the mad man's essence was no different from any weapon in Wang Zhan's possession.

Therefore, sensing the consciousness that seethed, struggled, and roared within the domain constructed by mental energy in his mind, Wang Zhan didn't hesitate to show his cold indifference.

This only drove the mad man further into a frenzy.

Unfortunately, he had been a mad man even when alive, his mind already a muddle. How much more so after death, with only a trace of spirit remaining?

Subsequently, Wang Zhan once again sank into silence.

Come on, breakthrough…

The next threshold was level 9 Martial Master, just one step away from Martial General.

Since the mental energy issue was temporarily resolved, Wang Zhan, free from worries, naturally wouldn't hesitate any longer. He immediately began to actively seek a breakthrough.

Within his body, sonic booms resonated, and colossal waves surged.

He was just waiting for the right moment…

Just as Wang Zhan, after unexpectedly summoning his domain due to a passive breakthrough attempt, had temporarily resolved the hidden danger of his mental energy and was actively seeking a breakthrough—

「Earth Federation.」

「Jing State Airport.」

A group of Military Department soldiers, their uniforms immaculate and their expressions solemn and stern, were rigidly guarding the exit, temporarily blocking any view of this particular flight's arrival area.

Before them, aside from some obscure reporters, stood a crowd of several dozen people. Each individual, with a distinct face, waited quietly, as orderly as tourists admiring the airport scenery.

One particular group was fronted by a middle-aged woman with a trendy perm and voluminous waves, who kept looking up and around. Beside her stood a beautiful, gentle woman dressed in white, occasionally speaking to her.

Behind them was a young woman in secretarial attire, waiting quietly. She occasionally exchanged a smile with the middle-aged woman who was glancing about.

And behind this woman were several individuals who, at first glance, were clearly students from one of the four major Martial Arts Academies of the Federation—the Yanjing Martial Arts Academy.

Leading them were also two young, beautiful women with graceful figures.

Behind them, surprisingly, were more mentors and students, also sporting Federal Martial Arts Academy Badges.

However, one of the mentors chattered endlessly, constantly lecturing the students trailing behind, so much so that the students' faces seemed to betray a hint of exasperation.

This peculiar scene made the tabloid reporters, who had caught wind of something and were itching for action, feel that something was amiss.

"Is some rich young master arriving in Jing State? Why are so many people here?"

"You know, I suspect the same. Otherwise, why would there be four drop-dead gorgeous women waiting? They must be some rich man's mistresses…"

"TSK TSK, I'm so envious! A celestial beauty, a secretary in a skirt, and two more stunners with killer figures behind them… That kid isn't afraid of burning out, huh…"

"Why don't we wait too? This doesn't seem to be a celebrity. Since we're already here, let's just see whose son it is. Grabbing some gossip wouldn't hurt…"

Although these sharp-eyed junior reporters lacked substantial skill, their talent for blowing things out of proportion was second to none.

If the arriving person were truly captured by their cameras, the Federation would likely be hit by a wave of scandalous news the very next day, followed by condemnations of these dregs of the Federation.

The Federation was surrounded by enemies, the Beast Clan being particularly cruel and ruthless, forcing the relatives of countless Federation's people onto the battlefield to fight and die.

Yet these people were still acting recklessly, indulging in debauchery and extravagance within the safe havens the Federation painstakingly provided. They deserved to be sent to the battlefield as suicide squads, to serve as fodder for the Beast Clan.

However, before the main character of this scene could make his official appearance, a group of bodyguards, dressed impeccably in dark suits, began clearing the area right in front of the Federation soldiers!

"Make way, make way! Irrelevant personnel, please leave immediately! Irrelevant personnel, please leave immediately!"

"Sir, please come with us! As the client's security team, we have the right to protect our client from any potential threats."

"Sir, please comply and leave immediately! Otherwise, I suggest you personally call your boss later. He'll have to come to the Jing State Internal Affairs Department to pick you up…"

Among them, a young journalist holding a camera, who had been shoved, instantly flared up. Quickly adjusting his glasses, which had been knocked askew, he roared impolitely, "Who do you people think you are? The Federation's West Airport doesn't belong to you! Why can you enter while others can't? And you lot, you're Federation soldiers, aren't you going to do something about this?"

Someone else, equally indignant, echoed the journalist's sentiments, questioning, "Are you soldiers of the Federation, or bodyguards for these parasites leeching off the Federation? As Federation's people, we are born with the right to freedom granted by the Federation! I warn you, if you dare to touch us again, I will report you to the Jing State Government, and no one will escape then…"

Just as the conflict was about to escalate—

"Hold on. Everyone, quiet down for a moment."

A soft voice suddenly interjected.

Immediately, a young man in a sharp, well-fitted suit calmly walked up to these journalists. Following him was a middle-aged man with a slightly haggard face and a timid demeanor.

Spotting the woman in the secretary attire in the crowd, who shot him a questioning look, the middle-aged man whispered to the young man beside him, "Hold on, let me go ask."

He then hurried over to the woman dressed as a secretary and explained, "Ah, Sister Lan, I was held up by something, so I'm a little late. Those are just some paparazzi over there, probably trying to dig up some sleazy story. They won't cause any real trouble…"

The beautiful woman, addressed as Sister Lan, nodded and said softly, "Get rid of them. He'll be here in five minutes. You know he probably wouldn't care, but I do. So…"

The middle-aged man felt a shiver run down his spine and immediately said obsequiously, "Yes, yes, yes, Sister Lan, rest assured, Sister Lan, rest assured! I'll make them leave right now, I'll make them leave right away…"

Trembling and with utmost respect, Su Tao responded to Yu Lan.

Only after leaving Yu Lan's side did he finally let out a slight sigh of relief, a bitter smile on his face.

This is tough! If I had known beforehand, I never would have provoked that little rascal Wang Zhan. Dealing with Wang Zhan would have been somewhat manageable; after all, Wang Zhan, despite being a scoundrel, at least had some bottom lines—aside from his love for money. But I hadn't expected Wang Zhan to have so many influential figures backing him, like Yu Lan. She was a truly formidable woman, with an impressive background herself. So, after I got involved with her, I was completely trapped, with no way out. I had originally planned to use Wang Zhan's reputation to make a quick buck, then achieve something on the battlefield to impress my family. But now… if my family found out about this, they'd probably immediately suspect I'd lost my mind, that I wasn't doing journalism at all anymore but had just fallen into a money pit, obsessed with profits.

I've been duped! Wang Zhan, you've ruined me!

The ten billion debt agreement was practically an indenture contract.

Consequently, Su Tao had not only handed over his professional integrity but had also practically sold himself.

Thus, Su Tao, consumed by a thousand worries and with a dark expression on his face, approached the struggling journalists who refused to leave, and the security personnel who also had their reservations and didn't dare to act rashly, awaiting orders from their young master, Yang Zecheng.

"Well? Should we let them stay or kick them out?" Yang Zecheng asked.

It didn't particularly matter to him, but he was concerned about handling it poorly and leaving Wang Zhan with a negative impression. So, as soon as Su Tao finished speaking with Yu Lan, he immediately posed the question.

Su Tao shook his head and, looking at the journalists, said, "These reporters are shameless. If you dare to drive them away, believe it or not, tomorrow the State Government might succumb to the pressure, drag you out of your house, and bring you to justice. Just wait, I have a better way."

Yang Zecheng chuckled. "Alright, you handle it then. I'll just watch the show."

Clearly, he also knew Su Tao's background wasn't simple. This guy, who could find a loophole in the Federal Martial Arts Competition rules that prohibited journalists and even managed to connect with Wang Zhan, was hardly simple.

So, Su Tao didn't stand on ceremony. He merely glanced at the logos on the microphones of those young reporters and promptly took out his phone to make a call.

Then…

"Hello, this is Su Tao from the Federal News of Interest."

It was unclear what was said on the other end, but Su Tao's expression eased slightly.

"Enough with the pleasantries. I wouldn't call you if it wasn't important."