Wang Zhan was now sowhat familiar with the new changes in the System.
As a result, the warlike impulse in his heart grew even more intense. After all, each battle was a great harvest.
As for danger? Laughable. When had Wang Zhan ever faced an enemy who wasn't several ranks higher than himself? Otherwise, how could his advancent speed be so fast?
With that thought, Wang Zhan dispatched his clone while his main body engaged the enemy.
He decided to go all out with his usual berserk output, aiming to harvest extre attribute points and see if his prediction was correct.
...
And so, within a splashed droplet of water, a strand of ntal energy silently descended, occupying a commanding position.
In the next mont, it flickered, transforming into an unstable, phantasmal figure, before coalescing entirely into a single sword strike.
His main body, anwhile, directly swallowed a gulp of Pure Yuan Liquid.
Afterward, Essence Energy surged within him like a raging fla from Hell, appearing inexhaustibly until it began to boil, to roil, and to advance in a specific direction.
The montum was overwhelming, almost enough to suppress the world.
"Fatal---One Slash!"
"Eight Extres Fist - Descending Dragon, Crouching Tiger, Splitting Mountain, Riding Elephant...!"
An unwavering fist, fierce montum. A deadly blade, no retreat until death!
The simultaneous execution of both techniques, a two-pronged assault, imdiately caused the opponent's eyes to narrow, their incoming attack growing even more ferocious.
Wang Zhan remained unperturbed, like a gentle breeze over a mountain ridge, no matter how strong his opponent. However, the madman opposite him was clearly no coward, embodying the spirit of "the brave prevail when paths are narrow."
"Kill!"
You're crazy? He's even crazier. You don't fear death? He fears it even less!
Truthfully, Wang Zhan had no idea where they had found such a monster, one who could withstand his Fatal One Slash and even block his Eight Extres Fist.
But in the blink of an eye, the battle escalated dramatically.
Neither of the two n showed any sign of dodging; each attack was lethal, and they repeatedly clashed.
Flesh against flesh, fist against fist, bone against bone! It seed like neither would give up until a victor was decided, until a life was forfeit. Anyone from any Small World who witnessed this would likely be terrified and filled with dread.
…
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The two crazily collided, ruthlessly attacking each other with wide, sweeping blows, trading move for move.
Both had completely abandoned their defenses, solely focused on attacking.
With a loud BOOM, before Wang Zhan's clone could even get within the young man's attack range, it was completely torn to shreds by him.
"Die!"
BOOM!
"Die, die, die!"
Lean Against the Mountain slamd directly into the young man's acupressure point, yet there was no reaction, as if he were fighting entirely with his internal energy.
This was even when Wang Zhan was leveraging his techniques. For the first ti, he encountered soone his equal in strength, soone who wouldn't yield an inch and was subtly gaining the upper hand.
Of course, he understood. Any faction hailing from primordial tis, one capable of surviving the tumultuous upheavals of the Human Race, would be anything but simple.
This also explained why the madman in front of him was so much stronger than the diocre masses. Undoubtedly, this was the real deal!
However, the madman, sensing Wang Zhan was at a disadvantage, was far from polite. He roared and bellowed, making no attempt to hide his contempt. It seed he intended to press his advantage while Wang Zhan was on the back foot, aiming to shatter Wang Zhan's ntal defenses.
"Haha... haha, you... are too weak! What makes you think... you can compete with !"
He was frenzied, he was young, yet he seed able to pierce directly into one's mind. He was strong, he was fierce, he was dauntless in the face of death, capable of demolishing any enemy's defenses. A person like him naturally had the confidence to utter such words.
But was Wang Zhan soone to be trifled with? Upon hearing this, a strange arc touched Wang Zhan's lips.
Do you really think I've exhausted all my thods? In my mind, there is still half a Book Collection Pavilion of knowledge!
Besides, Wang Zhan's strength ca not just from one or two killing moves; his greatest asset was his ability to grow stronger from battles—the more he fought, the stronger he beca!
Especially now, with the difficulty of obtaining extre attribute points considerably lessened, they, along with Wang Zhan's final strike, began to provide him with imnse feedback.
'Strength
3'
'Agility
1'
'Physique
5'
Host: Wang Zhan
Domain: 1
Limit: 0
Strength: 4,800
Agility: 4,800
Physique: 4,800
Charm: 240
Wisdom: 300
ntal Power: 14,400
With the limit attribute values maxed out, Wang Zhan's aura suddenly intensified. He was now standing at the threshold of the level 2 Martial Master, poised to break through.
How could these foolish people, daring to fight him, ever know? What they brought Wang Zhan wasn't pressure, crisis, or death. Instead, their actions were akin to repeatedly supplying their enemy, allowing Wang Zhan to grow ever stronger.
Clone, return! Wang Zhan roared inwardly. The clone imdiately shot back, abandoning the madman before it, and with a WHOOSH, returned to Wang Zhan's body.
The familiar Liyun Blade was once again in Wang Zhan's hand. It seed to sense Wang Zhan's intense desire for battle or his familiar aura, and a faint tremor of excitent quietly rose within it.
Wang Zhan felt the sa. Sensing this ancient weapon in his hand, one that had accompanied him through countless battles, his mind suddenly cald, ready to strike.
"Fatal---One Slash!"
...
The mont Wang Zhan recalled his clone, the madman instantly retreated in a frenzy. Not good, danger! He sensed Wang Zhan's tranquil mind at that instant, and his even more imposing aura.
Without a doubt, Wang Zhan had now reached a level where he could threaten the madman. More importantly, he exuded the sharp aura of man and blade as one.
He was crazy, not a fool; naturally, he wouldn't be foolhardy enough to take the blow head-on.
But Wang Zhan paid him no mind. "Weren't you so arrogant and powerful just now? Why flee without a fight? Hahahaha! Get back here!"
The madman's eyes narrowed. He retreated with extre caution, his eyes still fixed on the rapidly approaching Wang Zhan.
Looking at Wang Zhan's speed, it didn't seem any slower than his own, perhaps even a bit faster.
The Liyun Blade in his hand showed no brilliance, appearing ordinary and unassuming. While this made Wang Zhan look no different from a street thug in hot pursuit, it still caused the madman to tremble inwardly and curse under his breath, Madman!
He himself was a madman. But compared to Wang Zhan, he suddenly felt much more normal.
As for why he retreated? Of course, it was because his Essence Energy couldn't keep up. Though there was plenty of Pure Yuan Liquid here, he also needed ti to catch his breath.
Thus, his only option was to avoid Wang Zhan's edge and look for a chance to counterattack.
But how could he know? It would have been better not to retreat. Once he retreated, his montum would falter, and with diminished montum, his conviction of invincibility would be severely undermined.
Although Wang Zhan's current strength might seem unremarkable in so contexts, he was a battle-hardened veteran, a veritable fiend forged in the crucible of war, who understood this principle far better.
So, as the madman swiftly retreated, Wang Zhan pursued him relentlessly.
An unadorned blade gleam, following the depletion of the clone and Wang Zhan's own body suddenly withering to skin and bones, silently descended upon the madman's retreat path.
"Fatal---One Slash!"
Before the blade's edge even arrived, the madman's vision was filled with its light. Terrified, he abruptly lunged to the side.
BOOM!
The situation on the field officially reversed; this ti, it was Wang Zhan who held the upper hand!
…
"Hiss… AARGH!" A strange, wretched scream echoed—naturally, from the madman.
His face was contorted and savage, his breathing ragged. It turned out Wang Zhan's slash had pierced his armor, tearing away a layer of skin from his back, leaving it a bloody ss.
Even trying to stand upright seed to cause him endless pain. He could only remain half-crouched on the ground, slowly pushing himself up, unable to straighten his spine.
Yet, with great effort, he turned his head, looking like a demon lord from the depths of Hell's Abyss.
"You… deserve to die!" In his eyes, all that remained was cruelty, ferocity, and endless hatred for Wang Zhan.
Wang Zhan watched him indifferently, a cold sneer playing on his lips. "Just an untad madman. What, you got a scratch and now you want to fight
to the death?"
Wang Zhan felt no fear in his heart. If a few re words were enough to condemn him to death, then given his ti on the Death Battlefield, in Jing State's G7 zone, and in the Jing State Wilderness Area, he should have perished long ago. How could he possibly have survived until now?
Because he believed himself invincible, because he feared death, he had only grown more valiant, more powerful. Until he stood here, alive, before this madman.
Then, Wang Zhan's tone shifted. The atmosphere on the field instantly solidified, thick with killing intent.
"Since you are no match for , then die! Fatal---One Slash!"
The sa move, unleashed again. Wang Zhan's body, which had been slowly recovering, once more shriveled, becoming as gaunt as a bamboo stick.
Yet the Liyun Blade in his hand was terrifyingly sharp, like a tempest, like lightning, ready to sweep away all enemies before him or, at the very least, effortlessly claim their lives.
A fierce wind rose once more! Moonlight shimred on the water; by the Pure Yuan Poolside, the air grew inexplicably heavy with both terror and a solemn grandeur.
…
「In secret.」
An old man, seemingly positioned high above the clouds, silently watched this battle, one destined to remain unknown.
"Very good." This was his praise for Wang Zhan, and also his acknowledgnt of the madman.
But he also knew that from the mont the madman retreated, Wang Zhan had already won.
With that thought, his gaze shifted impassively to Wang Zhan, who was relentlessly pursuing the madman.
Although Wang Zhan's strength fluctuated, his aura was truly terrifying. Moreover, his unwavering will, decisiveness in killing, and control over his power left the Old Man gasping in admiration.
"Impressive. Growing stronger by fighting, using battle to fuel battle... Whose inheritance is this, I wonder?"
Otherwise, such an unparalleled genius wouldn't have appeared so inexplicably in this world.
…
「anwhile, on the field.」
Wang Zhan struck out with his blade, one slash after another, showing no rcy. His sole aim was to eliminate the enemy before him.
This wasn't an arena, but a battle of life and death; naturally, any rcy would be courting disaster.
Therefore, with a resolute expression, Wang Zhan continued to fight with all his might.
"It doesn't matter who you're doing this for. With
here, you shouldn't have gotten involved. Anyone who stands as my enemy must die."
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