The situation on the field changed in an instant.

Li Shiji, who had originally been dominating the situation, had actually lost to Wang Zhan. Now, Wang Zhan was overestimating himself, brazenly challenging six Grandmasters.

Has he gone mad?

"What kind of martial arts is that?"

"When did the Royal Martial Arts Academy become so useless? How could they lose to a little pissant whose martial arts seem haphazardly thrown together?"

"Who on earth is he? Even if he's Wang Yidao's son, it's impossible for him to be such a monster..."

"Stop your damn blabbering! I asked you what that martial art was! Didn't you hear me, or did I not make myself clear? Fuck you!..."

Because of Wang Zhan's sudden outburst, the dozens of Grandmasters on the field felt as if a great curtain was slowly rising over the Federation, yet they couldn't grasp the slightest clue about it.

Some of the Grandmasters recognized at a glance that while Wang Zhan's martial arts used to defeat Li Shiji involved some luck, its sharp and domineering nature was incomparable to what those trash-tier individuals could muster. Nor was it as these insignificant figures discussed—that the Royal Martial Arts Academy was supposedly in decline.

Li Shiji hadn't underestimated his opponent, nor had he been distracted; on the contrary, he had been fully focused, preparing to crush Wang Zhan. Therefore, his defeat was genuine, without the slightest bit of fluke.

Inevitably, many hearts began to grow tense, anxious, and agitated, like a fiercely burning fire.

...

「On the rooftop.」

The members of Yanjing Martial Arts Academy could hardly believe their eyes. In just a few breaths, before the audience even had time to react, the battle was already over?

"Are you sure Li Shiji wasn't throwing the match?"

"How could that kid Wang Zhan be so damn strong? I eat kidneys every day, and I'm still not his match…"

"You eat kidneys for bedroom stamina; he's different, he's all about fist power..."

Murong Jing, the team leader of Yanjing Martial Arts Academy, stared intently at Wang Zhan on the field, his deep eyes filled with endless curiosity and longing. Then, he abruptly turned his head to look at his mentor, Lin Han.

"Teacher, you said we couldn't defeat him because of this punch, didn't you? I admit this punch exceeds what I can withstand. It looked like luck, but it was actually an encompassing attack targeting a single point, leaving no room for escape. No one could avoid having their vital aura shattered..."

This vital aura is the weak point of one's Essence Energy, the true vulnerability of a Martial Artist. Against a beast, its significance diminishes almost to non-existence. But against humans, it's like the key to a treasure vault, the perfect recipe for victory.

"Senior Brother, is he really that formidable? He's still human, after all..."

"Of course not. As long as you focus your vital aura within your limbs or your mind, his impact will be useless. Besides, that power isn't his own; it's from an external stimulus."

How could Murong Jing not see the ferocity of this move?

Lin Han nodded, as if confirming something significant.

"A good analysis. As long as the main circulation path of your Essence Energy isn't on the primary trunk, this kid's move is useless. He's just too reckless, like a madman who knows nothing. How does he resemble a scholar at all?"

As he spoke, the others looked at him strangely, sensing that Lin Han seemed a bit guilty or unsure.

"Teacher, Wang Zhan may be a student, but no one ever said he's like a scholar. He's more often called a scoundrel, a rascal, a mischief-maker, a veritable demon king! I remember his file very clearly. Are you hiding something from us?"

Lin Han said sternly, "Nonsense! I'm your Teacher. What would I hide from you? You're joking."

"Oh..."

Lin Han's heart hammered in his chest. Being a Teacher is so hard.

Truth be told, he was utterly baffled himself.

He was vastly knowledgeable and well-read, recognizing the Blood Essence Pill in Wang Zhan's hand at a glance.

It was condensed from the vital blood of a powerful beast. Not only could it significantly strengthen a Martial Artist's foundation, but it also allowed one to randomly inherit a Talent skill from the original creature. The Blood Essence Pill was one of the Federation's highest-level secrets.

But the question is, why did that kid Wang Zhan use brute force instead of a Talent skill? Could it be that he didn't inherit one at all? Was I mistaken?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible...

...

「Back on the ground.」

After swallowing four Blood Essence Pills, rampant power, like a brewing earthquake, caused Wang Zhan's meridians, bones, and blood to tremble violently. Yet, he felt an exhilarating satisfaction, a desire for endless release.

Thus, the moment his words fell, he charged forward, directly rushing at the unlucky Xu Xiu.

"Eight Extremes Fist—Descending Dragon! Crouching Tiger! Splitting Mountain!"

Three consecutive punches, one after another, slammed into Xu Xiu, halting his aggressive advance. He could no longer move forward.

"Die!"

Reinforcements arrived; simultaneously, three fists were about to crash onto Wang Zhan's back.

Wang Zhan roared with laughter, his spine tensing like a dragon. After the final Riding Elephant move sent Xu Xiu flying, unconscious, he quickly bent, spun, and launched a counter-collision.

"Eight Extremes Fist—Military Killing Fist Variation, Lean Against the Mountain!"

The same move used against Li Shiji, when unleashed upon these Grandmasters generally at level 6 or level 7, was naturally even more ferocious. Two Grandmasters were instantly sent flying by Wang Zhan into a ruined courtyard. Three other Grandmasters, completely ignored, were left standing alone where Wang Zhan had been, staring at each other in dismay.

Wang Zhan's strength was not only immense and ferocious, but his speed was also extraordinary, comparable to that of a Grandmaster.

BOOM! Wang Zhan had once again slammed these two unlucky bastards—seemingly blessed by the God of Misfortune down to their socks—directly into a building, leaving a hole large enough for two or three people.

Clearly visible were two once lofty Grandmasters, now lying amidst rubble and debris, unable to move, barely clinging to life.

Strength +7. Agility +3. Physique +5.

Level 6 Warrior base attribute points, maxed out.

"Your turn now, trash."

Wang Zhan whipped his head around. His recently calmed Essence Energy was once again nearing an explosive point.

Blood Essence Pills are good, alright, but it's easy to overdo it. Eight Extremes Fist—Military Killing Fist Variation is decent, but the Supreme Clear Thunder Summary drains too violently. One moment it can send me plummeting from the heavens to the earth, and the next, I'm soaring back to the clouds without pause.

This, I have to say, is truly being joyful in suffering.

The bodies of the remaining three trembled. Gazing at Wang Zhan's ruthless and savage eyes, a chill crept into their hearts.

...

「Meanwhile, as Wang Zhan began his battle with the Royal Martial Arts Academy team.」

Among the Grandmasters in the distance, a middle-aged man with a distinctive, pockmarked face watched Wang Zhan's impressive display with gentle eyes, nodding in approval.

I didn't expect that in less than half a month, he would reach the level 6 Warrior realm. And, by leveraging the power of the Blood Essence Pill, he even deduced a move that's practically a mutual destruction tactic, one that can almost perfectly drain the pill's power in a single go...

This man was none other than Li Chengyuan.

But that Qin Ying...

Li Chengyuan, always keeping an eye on Wang Zhan, was naturally aware of Qin Ying's existence.

Although he didn't know what mental power cultivation method Wang Zhan used for this new martial arts, it was clear that Qin Ying must have taught it to him.

A cultivation method so inclusive and powerful, capable of harmonizing with two different martial arts simultaneously as if they were one, was bound to be extraordinary. Perhaps it was even one of the Federation's primordial cultivation methods passed down from Ancient times.

The favor Wang Zhan owed was immense, leaving Li Chengyuan unsure how to handle it. Or perhaps, Qin Ying's appearance had disrupted some of his plans.

...

Wang Zhan hadn't sensed Li Chengyuan's presence; otherwise, he would have definitely taught that bastard a lesson on how to be a decent human being.

If it weren't for him, my life wouldn't be so chaotic! I attract trouble wherever I go, never getting any peace.

So, his current primary targets were these Grandmaster experts from the Royal Martial Arts Academy before him.

Serves them right for being so durable!

Licking his dry tongue, Wang Zhan stomped on the ground again, using the force to propel himself forward, determined to take down these last three unlucky bastards as well.

"No! We're no match for him! Get the captain out of here, quickly!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there'll be wood to burn! We can't all fall here! I'll hold him off! The Academy will avenge us!"

In an instant, a myriad of thoughts flashed through their minds, and they immediately snapped out of their fervent desire for battle.

If Wang Zhan were to annihilate an entire team of Royal Martial Arts Academy Grandmasters here, then no matter what means the Royal Martial Arts Academy employed, they could never hide the fact that they were defeated by a mere Warrior.

That would be a disaster, a disgrace, an indelible stain on the Royal Martial Arts Academy's record of defeats!

He's just a mere Warrior...

Although all three found this deeply ironic, they quickly made their decision: two would stay to engage Wang Zhan, while the third would flee quickly, intending to take Li Shiji with him.

The Royal Martial Arts Academy had effectively conceded.

But Wang Zhan, watching the Grandmaster trying to reach Li Shiji and the two Royal team members before him who looked ready to die, said with a chillingly cold, mocking smile, "Did I say you could run?"

"Cut the crap! Even if you use all your tricks today, I don't believe you can win next time! Everything you have is just an illusion, a castle in the sky, fleeting like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water. You're not even as good as a Resource Martial Artist! Sooner or later, you'll die at our hands! Go to hell!"

The remaining Grandmaster, his eyes savage and terrifying, punched out like a dragon, his aura menacing. He surged forward to forcibly halt Wang Zhan, desperate to buy Li Shiji time to escape.

Apart from Wang Zhan and Yanjing Martial Arts Academy, these surrounding losers were beneath their notice; absolutely no one else would dare to intervene!

How could Wang Zhan not know his intentions? He laughed instead of getting angry.

"Very well. You want to play? I'll play with you."

Just then, another figure appeared behind Wang Zhan—it was the other member of the Royal Martial Arts Academy team.

However, Wang Zhan paid him no mind, leaving his back completely exposed to the enemy. Then, his Essence Energy surged once more, his vital aura seething. Like a rampaging rhinoceros, he charged directly at the fist of the Grandmaster before him.

"Lean Against the Mountain!"

This time, only one Grandmaster bore the brunt of Wang Zhan's Lean Against the Mountain. Moreover, his realm was one or two levels lower than the previous two team members. How could he possibly stop Wang Zhan, even for an instant?

With a series of CRACKING sounds, the Grandmaster behind landed a heavy punch on Wang Zhan's spine. The Grandmaster in front of Wang Zhan, however, was reduced to a pile of mangled flesh.

Strength +100. Agility +100. Physique +100.

Level 6 limit attribute points, maxed out!

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