Getting Stronger By Chapter 136: Individual Race?\

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Individual Race?"_1

"Co out! You co out! You think you’re safe just by hiding, kid? When I find you, I swear I’ll ensure you die without a burial place!" Uncle 17 of the Xu Family shouted frenziedly, his face filled with ruthless anger.

In the next mont, "Fatal---One Slash!" and "Supre---Clear Thunder!" were unleashed.

Just behind Uncle 17 of the Xu family, an eerie figure suddenly erged from a corner. The Liyun Blade in his hand, like a divine weapon descending from the sky, fell straight onto Uncle 17. With a loud BANG, Uncle 17 of the Xu family was uncontrollably blasted forward. He collapsed on the ground, crashing into a trash can. When he raised his head, he found his sight sowhat blurred.

SPLAT... That was not only his blood but also the repulsive remnants of a nstrual pad discarded by so unknown woman, looking like a blood pack.

"Wang Zhan!!" Uncle 17 of the Xu Family lost it completely. He punched the ground in front of him, leaving behind a pit at least thirty to forty centiters deep, then leaped into the air. However, Wang Zhan, the one who had attacked him, had already disappeared.

This loss reduced him to a maddened bear. He felt a sliver of relief that he had quickly activated his defensive martial arts technique when alerted; otherwise, he would have already been dismbered by Wang Zhan.

「Elsewhere.」

"Is that... how is that possible?" The Grandmaster’s face was etched with shock, while a hint of a flush flashed across Yang Zecheng’s face, full of excitent and joy.

"I knew I wasn’t wrong! He was indeed pretending. He noticed us just now, so he’s been on guard against us! Uncle He, can you locate him now? He’s definitely going to be the pillar of our Yang family in the future!"

At this, Uncle He felt an alarm in his heart. He suddenly looked up in all directions and waved his hand. The invisible ntal energy covering them was imdiately shattered. Only then did he look at Yang Zecheng with a complicated expression. "Young Master, I felt... that boy’s ntal energy. I don’t know what’s happening, but I can feel his ntal energy has surged. I’m guessing he’s already discovered us!"

Although a Warrior’s ntal energy cannot compare to a Grandmaster’s, it didn’t an Wang Zhan’s ntal energy, which Uncle He had only just detected, was insignificant.

Yang Zecheng’s pupils contracted, and he imdiately made a decision. "Take

to him right now! I want to tell him that we an no harm. The Yang family wants to befriend him and will never stand against him!"

To be able to detect them using ntal energy, even in the presence of a Grandmaster—without a doubt, this raised Wang Zhan’s importance in Yang Zecheng’s heart considerably.

「Back with Wang Zhan.」

"Fatal---One Slash!"

A frenzied blade light descended abruptly from the rooftop of a building, landing where Uncle 17 of the Xu family stood. A rumbling sound rose again. This ti, Wang Zhan was not bluffing or feinting; it was a genuine, all-or-nothing attack. The difference was that previous such attacks were truly desperate, whereas this one was shielded by the Blood Essence Pill and the Supre Clear Thunder Overall Outline.

Therefore, as Wang Zhan was about to hit the ground, the energy in his body recovered almost instantly. This allowed him to make a light turn and land unscathed in the deep pit, right in front of Uncle 17 of the Xu family.

At this mont, Uncle 17 of the Xu family, powerless and crawling in the deep pit, didn’t look like a Grandmaster at all. He resembled a beggar, a mad man. His hair was disheveled, his clothes ragged, and the ntal power around his body was like a tattered cloth riddled with holes, utterly useless.

"Heh... heh heh..." He wheezed, not dead, but his body had suffered imnse trauma. He didn’t know when Wang Zhan had climbed the rooftop and co crashing down with such massive power, leaving him half-dead. He cackled, trying to struggle up from the ground. However, to his surprise, a dirty shoe descended as if from the sky, pressing hard against the back of his head and rendering him completely immobile.

Now, Wang Zhan seed like the true, arrogant young master, brazenly despising everything. The unfortunate "bear" on the ground looked like a lowly commoner from the slums.

A nacing grin spread across Wang Zhan’s face as he eyed the extre attribute points he was about to obtain. He said arrogantly, "Those words you said to

earlier? I think I should be the one to say them now. You are going to die; you will surely die. Yet, you probably never imagined that the manner of your death would be determined by , did you?"

Wang Zhan firmly stepped on the back of Uncle 17’s head, recalling the humiliation, hatred, and anger he had felt earlier. If his ntal power hadn’t advanced so rapidly, he might be the one dying right now. Therefore, even though he sensed Yang Zecheng and the mysterious expert about to arrive on the rooftop behind him, their intentions unclear, Wang Zhan still raised his Liyun Blade high. He brought it down sharply, tracing an arc that glead with a chilling, bleak, and forbidding light.

"Now, it all ends!"

With a SHLICK!, as if encountering no resistance, the Liyun Blade swept unstoppably through Uncle 17 of the Xu family, severing head from body.

’Strength

100’

’Agility

100’

’Physique

100’

Wang Zhan completely absorbed the extre attribute points, fully achieving the level 5 Warrior realm.

This was Wang Zhan’s first cruel and bloody beheading since entering the path of martial arts. His targets were those with whom he had no deep prior grudge but had been forced into conflict by circumstances.

「Monts later, on the rooftop.」

Yang Zecheng, arriving on the rooftop behind Wang Zhan, watched with a deep gaze. He saw a spray of blood erupt from Uncle 17 of the Xu family and, for the first ti, sensed Wang Zhan’s undisguised ruthlessness and shrewd thods. It was as if Wang Zhan hadn’t slashed a Grandmaster but a re chicken; he was as straightforward and ruthless as an executioner. Although Yang Zecheng didn’t know Wang Zhan’s actual realm, he could feel Wang Zhan rapidly becoming stronger, growing through battle.

Wang Zhan, standing at the bottom of the deep pit and holding the Liyun Blade, suddenly raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot, exuding the sll of bloodshed.

"Are you also here to cause trouble for ?"

The Grandmaster’s expression changed, and he stepped forward, about to scold this ignorant young man for his lack of rules. However, Yang Zecheng promptly blocked him and said, "Send

down. I want to talk to him face to face."

"Young Master, he is very dangerous now..."

Yang Zecheng said decisively, "If he weren’t dangerous, then after forming an alliance with him, it would be our Yang family who would be in danger."

When the two young n, who had t once before, reunited, the atmosphere and their respective statuses had completely changed. Wang Zhan was no longer the pretentious coward who borrowed Qin Ying’s prestige; he was an exceptional prodigy, a Warrior capable of slaying a Grandmaster. Yang Zecheng was no longer just the apparent heir of the Yang family; he was a gambler, a mad man, secretly betting the Yang family’s future on Wang Zhan.

eting Wang Zhan’s gaze, still laced with killing intent, Yang Zecheng said unhesitatingly, "I am here because the Xu family has deployed a Grandmaster, and I am willing to help you block that Grandmaster. I have only one request: I hope we can beco allies, true allies who share all fortunes and bear all misfortunes together."

Wang Zhan glanced at him and chuckled, an eyebrow flickering. "An interesting notion. But the Grandmaster from the Xu family didn’t appear. I only saw your Yang family’s Grandmaster. So, are you now willing to block several Grandmasters from the four major Martial Arts Academies for ?"

"Huh?"

Both were taken aback. Grandmasters from the four major Martial Arts Academies? When did the four major Martial Arts Academies get involved? Those were colossal entities within the Federation, far beyond their ability to confront.

Uncle He, beside Yang Zecheng, was about to use his ntal energy to investigate and then dissuade his young master. However, Yang Zecheng made up his mind within a single breath.

"Alright, I’ll help you! This is not only to prove we an you no harm but also so you can see our genuine sincerity."

Wang Zhan fell silent. After carefully observing them for a few monts, he finally nodded. "Alright. After this incident, we’ll discuss how to beco allies."

A gratified smile spread across Yang Zecheng’s face, as brilliant as if he had glimpsed the light of the future.

"...Young Master, are we really going to confront the four major Martial Arts Academies?"

"Uncle He, before we ca, I asked you: this is a life-or-death matter. What was your answer then?"

"...I can. As long as the Young Master takes care of my Family and gives them a good future, I am willing to die for him."

"Rember that well..."

「However.」

How could Wang Zhan’s feat of slaying a Grandmaster with a single slash end so simply?

Soon, Grandmaster teams from the Royal Martial Arts Academy and Yanjing Martial Arts Academy entered, along with their Grandmaster leaders.

The four Martial Emperors, figures of imnse combat power, positioned atop the Temporary Stadium were all in disbelief. Yun Tianyi wore a sarcastic smile, looking as if he wanted to laugh uproariously. Wei Daoming had no choice but to nod. As for Mu Dongjun, his gaze was deep, lost in thought.

Only Edward, his face livid, found it unbelievable. If Wang Zhan could kill one Grandmaster, could he potentially kill another—perhaps a Grandmaster from the Royal Martial Arts Academy?

"Old Man, what do you think will happen if your team dies in Jing State City?" Yun Tianyi mocked.

He would naturally be blad for misjudgnt and negligence, becoming the primary scapegoat for this internal consumption of human assets. After all, he was the head of one of the four major Martial Arts Academies of the Federation. The others thought so too.

After taking a deep breath, Edward regained his usual indifference and dismissiveness. As if everything had nothing to do with him, he turned and left, saying, "If they really die, I will resign from my position as head of the Royal Martial Arts Academy, accept my responsibility, and promise not to retaliate against Wang Zhan."

At this mont, who could have imagined that Jing State had beco the epicenter of a brewing storm?

Beyond the official Federal Martial Arts Competition—the Team Extra Ti Competition—a new battlefield erging in Jing State seed to be evolving into another kind of overti: an individual competition. Moreover, this new contest was far more shocking and heart-stopping than any fight on a public ring. The stakes were simple: win and live, lose and die.