Chapter 896: Chapter 335: Leng Bing Awakens (Part 2)

Zhang Beixing’s words were a blatant threat, blunt and without any hint of moderation.

At this moment, Zhang Beixing was incredibly thrilled inside.

He truly did not expect that, with just one dose of the potion, Leng Bing would actually ascend to greatness!

Now, Leng Bing is the strongest in the world, besides him.

Great Grandmaster!

Yes, Great Grandmaster!

Regardless of whether the title of Great Grandmaster has any exaggeration, or how much of the sudden surge in strength is illusory.

But the current realm is indeed at this point!

Grabbing his wrist, Zhang Beixing was now utterly certain that this guy had truly reached the Great Grandmaster Realm!

When a Martial Artist reaches the Great Grandmaster Realm, the entire structure of their body undergoes some changes.

This includes, but is not limited to, various senses and the internal organs shifting slightly.

Most importantly, upon becoming a Great Grandmaster, there is an inexplicable aura throughout the body that communicates with the heavens and earth.

This enables the Martial Artist in the Great Grandmaster Realm to start transforming from the outside in.

If previously Zhang Beixing was an individual example and could not prove anything.

Now with the emergence of Leng Bing, it’s no longer an isolated case, right?

According to Zhang Beixing’s feeling, even if this guy doesn’t have the ability to control actively, simply passively perceiving, he’s already instinctively communicating with his body and the heavens and earth.

"I really wonder, if Xu Feng knew you reached the Great Grandmaster Realm so effortlessly, how frustrated he would be, being a Half-Step Grandmaster."

Zhang Beixing shook his head with a smile.

Although Xu Feng had never expressed it himself, anyone could see that Xu Feng harbored a strong desire to become a Great Grandmaster.

Not only did he want to become a Great Grandmaster, but he also wanted to be the second Great Grandmaster power in the world after Zhang Beixing!

This idea had deeply rooted in Xu Feng’s heart.

But now this hope was completely shattered.

Zhang Beixing could only hope that Xu Feng had a decent ability to handle pressure.

Looking at his goal being effortlessly achieved by someone else.

Maybe even Zhang Beixing himself wouldn’t be able to stay so calm.

"Leng Bing! Stop sleeping, hurry and regain your thoughts, or I’ll throw you back to Wu Country to fend for yourself."

"Wake up!"

Zhang Beixing’s voice spread like silent sound waves, expanding circle by circle.

The voice got louder and louder.

Though it was only repeated three times.

It felt as if there were responses within the room, echoing continuously.

Leng Bing was startled by the shouting.

A flash of expression crossed his eyes.

This sudden expression was accurately captured by Zhang Beixing.

"Seems like it’s working."

Zhang Beixing chuckled.

As long as it’s effective, Zhang Beixing feared it might not work, which would be troublesome.

Zhang Beixing didn’t dawdle; if calling a few times failed to awaken, more calls would be made.

If that didn’t work, he would simply resort to action, decisively and effectively, which would certainly have an impact.

"Since you won’t wake up, I have no choice but to resort to measures."

Zhang Beixing didn’t hold back, and before taking action, he defended Leng Bing’s dignity.

To the group at the door watching the spectacle, Zhang Beixing casually waved.

The group immediately stopped watching, quickly withdrawing their gazes and finding their own means to occupy themselves.

Suddenly, the doorway was cleared.

Only Makely remained standing at the door, continuing to observe the situation inside.

Zhang Beixing didn’t bother with Makely at the door; if she wanted to watch, let her. After all, Makely provided the potion, and not allowing her to watch seemed unreasonable to Zhang Beixing.

Smack!

A fiery slap landed without hesitation, a straightforward swipe.

A crisp, pleasant sound.

The slap immediately woke Leng Bing from his dazed stupor.

Zhang Beixing didn’t pause, and since it worked, he followed up with another slap, delighted.

The second slap followed, with force more than doubled.

The slap sent him into a dizzying spin.

The slightly clearer eyes were knocked back into confusion by the increased force.

When he finally recovered, the clarity in Leng Bing’s eyes was visible to the naked eye.

Though his face was now quite swollen.

It’s unfortunate for a freshly minted Great Grandmaster Martial Artist of such stature, in the outside world, considered a prominent figure.

But in this small room, he was slapped one after another, much to his dismay.

As his somewhat dazed eyes began to regain focus, his mind also cleared slightly.

He wanted to speak, but his throat felt like it was sliced by blades, too damned difficult.

He simply couldn’t speak.

His face was sore.

His whole body was sore.

The overall pain was just slightly better than the previous beating he received from the organization.

The pain on his face seemed even more intense now.

Who’s hitting him!

He was speechless.

When his vision cleared slightly, he saw a familiar face.

"Zhang... Minister Zhang..."

He forced out a few words.

He could hardly speak, but when he saw Zhang Beixing before him.

He suddenly figured out many things.

At this moment, the one willing and capable to come here and rescue him was none other than Zhang Beixing.

His hope lay solely with Zhang Beixing.

Seeing Zhang Beixing before him, Leng Bing was almost moved to tears.

Who knows what kind of devilish days he had been through recently.

Seeing Zhang Beixing was like seeing the light of dawn signaling the end of his misfortune.

But...

"Minister Zhang, stop hitting!!!"

Smack! A slap landed on his face, and Leng Bing felt as if his forehead was spinning and seeing stars.

What on earth!

Why would Minister Zhang hit him?

Are we not on the same side?

He couldn’t figure it out, not at all.

Just as the next slap was about to land, Zhang Beixing halted.

"You’ve come to?"

"Good that you’re awake. You wouldn’t know, just now you were like you’d lost your mind, smashing things attacking people. You see this mess, it’s all your doing."

Zhang Beixing said with a smile, providing Leng Bing with an explanation.

Leng Bing glanced around.

Indeed, it was just as Zhang Beixing described, with items scattered everywhere and his clothes in tatters.

It seemed to be his doing.

Though, as for the attacking people part...

This detail caused Leng Bing to reveal a doubtful look on his face.

Damn it.

"Minister Zhang, with you here, can I really attack people?"

Faced with Leng Bing’s existential question, Zhang Beixing simply ignored it, pretending not to hear.

"Tell me about your current state, how do you feel? Is your body filled with power?"

Zhang Beixing refused to answer Leng Bing’s question, what would be the point of answering it? Did Leng Bing plan to take revenge or something?

Unless this guy intended to never climb the ranks again.

Right now, Zhang Beixing was very intrigued by this newly promoted Great Grandmaster martial prowess experimental subject.

Had it not been for serious injury and beyond remedy, Zhang Beixing wouldn’t have wanted to inject the potion.

Only if Leng Bing returns afterwards and truly connects to his cultivation technique.

Becoming a Great Grandmaster could take longer; however, before reaching fifty, it shouldn’t be an issue.

With twenty years of foundation as a Martial Artist, training speed would be noticeably faster.

Zhang Beixing is confident in his judgment over the past year.

Typically, if Zhang Beixing grants them a second look, their eventual outcome won’t be bad.

At worst, they could become a Grandmaster.

After contemplating Zhang Beixing’s question for a moment, Leng Bing responded.

"I do feel a great deal of power, but I feel I can’t control it."