Among these people or beasts, regardless of whether they were old or young, they all liked those with substance! Just like a bunch of lecherous men…

In fact, if Wang Zhan could have seen his own gaze at that moment, he would have discovered that it contained a hint of deep… resentment.

However, he saw that the Human Race's Martial King had fallen into an encirclement formed by three Giant Beasts, which had revealed their true forms. Several other humanoid figures were also lurking nearby. Wang Zhan didn't know if those figures were Human Race members or beasts, but that wasn't the important part.

...What should I do? What should I do? Should I turn back?

Relying on his slight speed Talent, further enhanced by the 6,600 points bonus from his agility and Physique base attributes, he had already fled quite far at great speed.

Logically speaking, on the Star War Battlefield, self-preservation was paramount for anyone. Before one possessed sufficient strength, it was best not to meddle in others' affairs, lest one needlessly get caught in the crossfire.

But therein lay the problem!

Wang Zhan wasn't some inexperienced rookie, even if others thought so… Cough, that wasn't important either.

What mattered was that Wang Zhan had already demonstrated considerable strength. Although he couldn't fight a King-level beast head-on, he could at least manage to delay one for a while.

So…

Should I save him, or not? Should I save him, or not?

Wang Zhan was constantly conflicted, two opposing waves of thought clashing in his mind.

One urged him to save the man. After all, that Human Race Martial King clearly seemed to have come specifically for Wang Zhan; he was likely the guide Wang Zhan had anticipated Lin Hao and his group would arrange.

The other urged him not to.

Wang Zhan wasn't some kind of saint. That Human Race Martial King dared to step forward because he had sufficient strength. But for Wang Zhan to intervene, it would be like an egg striking a stone—utterly futile, purely suicidal!

Finally, a harsh glint flashed in Wang Zhan's eyes.

Damn it, I can't save him! I just can't! If his appearance hadn't drawn so much of their attention, even if I had truly transformed into that multicolored ring, I still wouldn't have been able to escape their pursuit. I'd better leave quickly and find a place to hide…

Having made up his mind, Wang Zhan quickly fled.

He had to take advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him and quickly leave this lousy place. Otherwise, if that Martial King who was always lurking in the shadows—the one whose presence made Wang Zhan's heart tremble with fear—actually emerged, forget saving anyone else; Wang Zhan himself would likely be caught and die without a proper burial.

...If you all prefer the 'big ones,' then go ahead. I'm still 'small' anyway, so I'll just steer clear of you for now…

「…」

However, with Wang Zhan gone, the Martial King left at the scene was now in truly dire straits.

With a swing of his iron chain, he smashed a King-level beast to the ground. The beast tumbled and rolled, gouging out several large craters before it stopped. Only then did the Martial King finally sense a hidden aura lurking in the shadows.

Instantly, his brow twitched violently, and a shiver ran through his core.

I… Damn it, there's another big one underground! What in the world did Wang Zhan do to lure out an existence like this?!

The ingenious application of mental energy by Human Race Martial Kings was presumably much more formidable than that of the Beast Clan. Otherwise, how could they have maintained such a prolonged stalemate against them? Naturally, this middle-aged man was no exception.

Yet, precisely because of this, under the focused attention of the mysterious beast still lying in ambush below, he keenly sensed a vicious killing intent potent enough to tear him limb from limb.

Even if it wasn't royal level, it was undoubtedly a preeminent existence among King-levels, a powerful being on the verge of transcending the King-level threshold.

Unfortunately, this place was far from the main battlefields. Although the Human Race maintained contact with their tribal cities, apart from the main battlefronts, they usually had no spare capacity to monitor such remote areas.

The disparity between the Human Race and the Beast Clan… the advantages are clear, but so are the disadvantages! His iron chain whistled through the air with imposing force as the middle-aged man mused.

If even a small, desolate corner of the Star War Battlefield can harbor such a top-tier beast, one can only imagine what it must be like in the core territories of the truly ferocious Beast Clan. The mainstay forces of the Human Race are far too inferior compared to those of the Beast Clan…

He wasn't the first to have such thoughts, but now, having fallen into such a dangerous place, he comprehended this truth once more with stark clarity.

The Human Race couldn't be saved merely by the rise of one or two geniuses. His own act of stepping forward to save Wang Zhan, for instance, was inherently a reckless gamble.

But with matters having reached this point, further rumination was useless. Though a flicker of bitterness had crossed the middle-aged man's face, it was quickly replaced by an air of nonchalance.

Forget it. So be it. My original intention was to save him anyway. Since the Human Race can't be propped up by just one or two geniuses, then let there be two or three, or three or four! If that's not enough, then a whole squad, a whole legion! I refuse to believe that this Star War Battlefield can forever be your domain! Do you truly think the millennia of Human Race history are made of mere paper maché?

With these thoughts, he threw his head back and laughed heartily, his iron chain sweeping through the air with unparalleled dominance. He would not retreat, nor would he evade. He resolved to fight to the death for his people.

"Come on! Let this old man see what other tricks you curs have!"

Then, unconsciously, his gaze flickered towards a direction no one else had noticed. Of course, he didn't know which way Wang Zhan had fled; he had merely glanced randomly. Instantly, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. The force in his hands intensified, and he fought with such ferocity that the battle immediately escalated, both sides trading injury for injury.

Kid, even though you're a bit too fond of life and afraid of death, and you really did abandon this old man, this old man isn't afraid! I'll stand here today and fight to carve out a path of retreat for you, a path to survival! I only hope that when you advance rapidly in the future, soar to great heights, and astound the world, you do not forget that you are a member of the Human Race. Remember, you must act for this old man and show these beasts, who treat humans as mere prey and food, the true might of the Human Race!

Who was he?

He was a Martial King of the Human Race, the pride of battlefields where he had shed immeasurable blood and sweat for the Federation.

And today, he stood here, holding three King-level beasts at bay. In the shadows, another King-level opponent, its killing intent palpable, remained concealed, likely because it feared he still possessed a hidden trump card.

Yet, why would the middle-aged man care about that? He immediately let out a furious roar towards the sky, his battle cry resounding.

"KILL!"

Under the moonlight, a deadly confrontation erupted. The sons and daughters of the Human Race were ever fearless, unyielding, and never retreating. Born on the battlefield, dying on the battlefield—life and death were but a cycle, what need was there for sorrow?

"Hahahaha… A bunch of losers! You think you curs can stop me?! Come fight! Come fight! Today, I'll turn you all into roasted meat to fill my belly! And you down there, stop lurking! This old man sees you! What's the damn point of skulking in the shadows like that? Come out! Come out and gamble your life against this old man! Hahahaha, don't worry, this old man will definitely leave you an intact corpse!"

At that very moment: Kill! Kill! Kill! Die! Die! Die!

The Federation had a saying: Humans will never be enslaved, never be servants!

「Meanwhile.」

Wang Zhan found a hiding spot. After a brief rest, he expressionlessly tossed the very last pill from his bottle of Pure Essence Pills into his mouth.

"PHEW!"

Feeling the restoration of his internal energy and the replenishment of his Essence Energy, he finally let out a sigh of relief. But Pure Essence Pills weren't meant to be wasted merely on recovering Essence Energy and mental energy; their purpose was to restore Wang Zhan's combat capability, allowing him to prepare for a counterattack.

In fact, Wang Zhan had also heard the middle-aged man's shouts from afar. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Comparing himself to that Martial King, he sensed he was somewhat outdone.

As expected of a veteran from the Star War Battlefield, his shameless style is far more potent than mine… Wang Zhan muttered to himself.

If not for occasionally hearing the middle-aged man's wails of agony, Wang Zhan would have almost believed his bluster. Still, it was quite impressive.

A single Human Race Martial King actually dared to challenge King-level beasts whose foundations were immeasurably deeper than his own. Moreover, his words were extremely sarcastic, deliberately provoking their hatred, and he confidently asserted he could kill their three King-level beasts, plus one powerful hidden entity. Are all Martial Artists in the Federation this… bold? Or perhaps, they need to psyche themselves up before a battle? Believing that if they say they can kill a Martial King, they definitely can; if they say they can exterminate beasts, they definitely can?

As Wang Zhan pondered, he couldn't help but feel there was some truth to it. He himself had reached a certain realm of strength; when he unleashed his full power, even a Grandmaster wouldn't be his match. Yet, he was overly cautious, afraid of death… cough, unwilling to take risks. Perhaps this was the meaning of 'the ambition in one's heart determines the vastness of one's sky'!

Wang Zhan felt a surge of admiration.

Next time, I'll try it too. Maybe I can challenge a Martial King. If I win, I'll make a huge profit… But first, I'd better hurry and check if that senior is in trouble. If he is, I'll use this clone to save his life, as repayment for him saving mine…

No longer hesitating, Wang Zhan immediately set off, retracing his steps back to the battlefield. He had made his decision.

If the senior managed to escape on his own, then he would continue to keep the secret of his clone. This secret couldn't be revealed recklessly. While these individuals were still unaware of his true capabilities, it was best to maximize the advantages this ignorance afforded him; otherwise, the losses would outweigh the gains. But if the senior couldn't escape, then…

「…」

BOOM! Another King-level beast was smashed to the ground by the middle-aged man.

However, it wasn't just the King-level beast on the ground that felt immense pressure; the man did as well, his breathing ragged. It was simply because these King-level beasts were incredibly tough, their hides thick and their flesh resilient.

Even if the middle-aged man's iron chain momentarily split their skin and tore their flesh, their internal organs remained well-protected. The impacts only seemed to chip away at their tough exteriors, proving ultimately futile. Even the beast he had targeted first had already returned to the battlefield, hovering in mid-air and continuously attacking him.

If all three recovered, the mysterious entity hidden below wouldn't even need to reveal itself for him to be utterly doomed.

But what on earth is the reason? There's clearly another hostile presence lurking, and these beasts can understand my words, yet they pay it no mind?

The middle-aged man immediately tried to sow discord again.

"If we keep fighting like this, aren't you worried that the one hiding below will be the one to benefit in the end? Why don't we call a truce? I'll leave on my own, and you can continue hunting down that kid. How about it?"

"Moron..." one beast sneered.

"Imbecile..." another added.

"Do you take us for fools?" the third demanded.

Wang Zhan, who had just arrived back at the scene: "…"

Are you really going to offer me up for them to hunt down?

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