Chapter 138: Chapter 138 - Ceremony_1
Only thirty seconds had passed.
The arriving Grandmasters imdiately detected the ss in the room, as well as the corpse that appeared intact but had been split in two with a subtle movent, much like Yuan Shisan had been earlier.
"...His blade has grown stronger! It’s even more powerful than the strike that killed Yuan Shisan."
"...Notify the higher-ups; we need a Grandmaster. Just the few of us can’t pose a threat to this youngster, let alone capture him..."
This was the second Grandmaster to die at Wang Zhan’s hands, and the second sacrifice on his path to greater strength.
Even though everyone refused to believe that this could happen to them, the still smooth, unmarked wall told them everything they needed to know.
A Wang Zhan wasn’t frightening; a Wang Zhan who grew stronger with each fight was the one to fear.
Thus, the Grandmasters who had arrived with conspiracies began to seek support from their rear, determined not to give Wang Zhan the chance to prevail. Those who ca with good intentions, like Uncle Yang He and the Yanjing Martial Arts Academy, marveled at the increasingly divine progress of Wang Zhan’s Saber technique.
"His Saber technique has reached its pinnacle. If he joins our Yanjing Martial Arts Academy, he would at least rank among the top three."
"...That’s just an assumption, setting aside his actual strength. I even suspect he could be compared to the other demons at Yanjing Martial Arts Academy."
"Impossible. Those demons aren’t from around here; they are already dominant figures throughout the Federation, Martial Kings at the very least. How could Wang Zhan compare to them..."
The students of Yanjing Martial Arts Academy discussed endlessly, gradually understanding what their ntor, Lin Han, ant by saying they couldn’t defeat him. It wasn’t that they couldn’t defeat him in terms of realm, but rather in Saber technique, martial arts, and willpower. The Saber technique Wang Zhan inherited from Wang Yidao was like a child wielding a cannon; while others were bare-handed, he unleashed devastating power, utterly tyrannical and overbearing.
Shaful!
Detestable!
Hateful!
...Loathso!
"...Young Master, Wang Zhan has grown stronger. Do you really want to help him? This ferocious tiger, this lone wolf, will never yield to anyone. He only believes in his own will and the saber in his hands."
Uncle He’s expression was sowhat grim. Wang Zhan’s final strike and his ability to instantly shake off any ntal energy surveillance made him increasingly vigilant. He realized that Wang Zhan’s beast-like Talent and instincts were unmanageable.
Yang Zecheng, despite his delicate features, ignored this, his face filled with determination as he said gravely, "Uncle He, our Yang family doesn’t need to raise another rat or two. What we need is a tiger, a lone wolf. Let him tear at the bigwigs of the Federation, and we just follow behind him, picking up bones and drinking soup. Rember, we don’t need to control him, but help him, assist him, and then quietly enjoy our reward, plus the benefits he brings us..."
Yang Zecheng didn’t realize that at this mont, he had beco a businessman, an ally who had decided to invest in Wang Zhan and was awaiting the returns.
Uncle He wanted to speak but hesitated; the risk was too great. According to what Wang Zhan had said, they would have to hold off one or two Grandmasters from the Royal Martial Arts Academy. This inevitably ant it would be when Wang Zhan was about to kill again. There was nothing beautiful or hopeful about such risky ventures; he could only hope he wouldn’t be pulled down with Wang Zhan.
Wang Zhan was constantly aware of all the movents within this Safe Zone. Now, he could do that.
So when he heard the students of Yanjing Martial Arts Academy discussing their origins, his pupils constricted slightly. Imdiately, he realized that there were many secrets within the Yanjing Martial Arts Academy that only core mbers could understand.
Similarly, when he heard Yang Zecheng’s blatantly unguarded words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Like Uncle He, he doubted whether this taphorical ship he was on was sturdy enough not to drag the entire Yang family down with him.
After that, he didn’t hear any more useful information. Instead, he saw Grandmasters from the Royal Martial Arts Academy moving in pairs, and one who seed to be a team leader—definitely soone not to be trifled with.
Wang Zhan suspected that this Grandmaster, leading the team from the Royal Martial Arts Academy, might already be a level 9 Grandmaster, on the brink of perfection and about to enter the Grandmaster Realm.
"They really think highly of ," he muttered to himself. He then found a quiet corner to rest peacefully.
Killing a Grandmaster wasn’t without cost, and the complications of the Blood Essence Pill were not pleasant. If it was one of those weaker Grandmasters, like the one who had just died, then even if they could react, it would still only take a single strike from Wang Zhan.
Had it been soone like Uncle 17 of the Xu family, and if Wang Zhan hadn’t been in the midst of a breakthrough while Uncle 17 also failed to react in ti to dodge the overhead strike, it might have turned into a fierce battle. Forget one strike; even three might not have been enough to secure victory.
...To kill a martial arts Grandmaster, unless they are completely undefended, would conservatively take three strikes. So, one Blood Essence Pill is probably enough for
to kill three Grandmasters, and I still have six on ...
...Unfortunately, I’ve hit a bottleneck again. Unless I take a risk, tonight’s venture is destined to be a losing proposition...
At this thought, Wang Zhan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Basic attribute points and extre attributes are plentiful in Jing State City tonight; it all depends on whether one has the life to claim them.
Nevertheless, the throbbing pain and burning sensation in Wang Zhan’s ridians, as well as his tornted body, had already issued him the most loyal warning.
Overnight, Jing State City, an important jurisdiction under the Federation, turned into a chaotic battlefield. Grandmasters went in and out as if no one were there, while the ordinary people in the Safe Zone could only huddle in corners, shaking with fear.
So, when this news reached the official residence of the State Governnt...
A stern-faced man, full of dignity, even dressed in an exceptional formal suit, directly tossed the report in the face of a refined young man with glasses from a major Family. He was roaring with anger.
"Can you explain to
why nearly a hundred Federation Grandmasters have now appeared in Area E7? They should either be on the battlefield or at their hos, not have you co tell
they’re all gathering in Jing State City for so private operation! You loser!"
SMACK! A stack of papers scattered across the floor amidst the man’s roar and anger. One could vaguely see written on them: "So ergency situations occurred in Jing State tonight," and "The ... Family has decided to dispatch three Grandmasters to be stationed in Jing State’s E7 area..."
"This is the Federation’s Jing State, not the Jing State of the major Families! Are you trying to drive , the State Governor, out completely, so that you losers from the Internal Affairs Departnt can take over the entire Jing State Governnt?"
The middle-aged man was cursing furiously, his accusations rciless.
A young man from a major Family finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He adjusted his glasses and said gravely, "State Governor, you are indeed the State Governor of Jing State. But do not forget, before you ca here, our families have always lived in Jing State, possessing our own..."
SLAP! The man struck the young man across the face, sending him staggering to the ground. A large handprint blood on his cheek as his face turned from red to purple, then finally to a bluish-purple.
Shi Zhongming, the State Governor of Jing State, ignored the young man who had now fainted. He strode out of his office and addressed his many subordinates who had been urgently summoned back, his voice stern, "Notify that loser’s family to co and pick him up. Now, contact the Jing State Military Departnt, the United Front Departnt, the Martial Managent Departnt, and the Inspection Departnt for ..."
He listed the ten most powerful departnts in Jing State, then, feeling a little hot, he tugged at his collar.
"Tell them to stop trying to fool
with such trash, especially the Internal Affairs Departnt! If this happens again, the entire Internal Affairs Departnt can get out! The Federation doesn’t need losers! Make sure everyone hears this order of mine."
"Now! Imdiately! Get moving! I want you in Jing State’s E7 area at once! Withdraw all lingering Grandmasters. If anyone dares to resist, kill them on the spot! At the sa ti, ensure the safety of the commoners. Anyone who dares to disturb the peace or harm the populace will die!"
Just as Shi Zhongming was thodically issuing orders to quell the night’s disputes, an aide who had gone to call the Military Departnt hurried back to him.
"Report, State Governor! The Minister of the Military Departnt needs to speak with you. Right now."
A mont later, he picked up the phone. "...Hello? This is Shi Zhongming, State Governor of Jing State. Please speak!"
A hard, resolute voice ca from the other end, "Regarding tonight’s events, the Military Departnt has it planned and prepared. The Grandmasters’ power will not endanger the safety of ordinary people. We currently have two Grandmaster teams from the four major Martial Arts Academies on duty..."
BANG! Shi Zhongming slamd his hand on the table, his features contorting with anger.
"This is a cri! You’re about to cross the Federation’s bottom line! As the State Governor of Jing State, I must warn you: stop this operation imdiately, or I will personally see you brought before a military tribunal!"
But the voice on the other end was unfazed. "...Go ahead. A minor disturbance in a small Safe Zone within Jing State, in exchange for a true hero for the Federation? I think it’s well worth it. Besides, as a soldier, I only obey orders from the Federation."
Just as the State Governor of Jing State, along with the top ten powerful departnts and influential figures in the state, were in an uproar over the turmoil in Jing State’s E7 area and the impending instability Jing State was about to face, Wang Zhan, who had been resting all this ti, finally rose, the Liyun Blade appearing silently in his hand.
A pair of Grandmaster experts from the Royal Martial Arts Academy, one robust, the other ordinary-looking, strolled leisurely beneath Wang Zhan’s position. They paid little heed to Wang Zhan, who was lurking in Jing State’s E7 area, or to the other various factions present.
Instead, it was a phone call that left them trembling with fear. They repeatedly nodded in agreent before finally hanging up, their expressions grim.
"What happened?" the ordinary-looking man asked.
"The higher-ups are applying pressure; it’s already alard the State Governor," the muscular Grandmaster responded. "Although the Military Departnt doesn’t plan to intervene, other departnts can’t withstand the pressure from the State Governor and are ready to enter the arena at any mont. The Martial Arts Academy wants us to speed things up and eliminate Wang Zhan before they arrive."
Needless to say, both n’s expressions turned grim.
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