Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 464: Yearning_1
Indeed, anyone who saw Wang Zhan’s stunned expression would likely guess something extraordinary had occurred upstairs. Unfortunately, Wang Zhan wouldn’t explain any of it to the Old Man; it was difficult to explain, couldn’t be explained, needed no explanation, and shouldn’t be explained. So, he simply waved his hand nonchalantly.
SHOOP.
A popsicle suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he bit into it with a crunch right in front of the Old Man.
"Yeah, yeah! This popsicle is so cold! Look at it, it’s freezing! Can that guy eat this without his teeth falling out? Good thing mine are sturdy enough to handle it. Yours, on the other hand..."
This time, the Old Man took the brunt of it again, making him laugh instead of getting angry. What a cheeky youngster, openly mocking my teeth and making fun of my old age! He was so annoyed that he completely overlooked the fact that this youngster was using a Storage Ring as a refrigerator for his popsicle.
After that, he glared at Wang Zhan with a dark expression, looking for an excuse to chastise him. "Slow and indecisive! By the time you manage to mount a rescue, everyone in Quan State will already be dead..."
Wang Zhan’s face suddenly turned somber. Yet he offered no rebuttal; he couldn’t take another bite of the popsicle in his hand. Afterward, his gaze turned solemn as he looked at the popsicle. "Whether I’m fast or slow, they’ll all be dead by the time I get there. What difference does it make..."
At least in my eyes right now, there’s no difference! Wang Zhan thought.
Because in such a vast Quan State, with such a considerable Beast Clan group, even if he was bold and domineering, clever and wise, teeming with Talent, he was still just an ordinary Martial Artist, seemingly unremarkable at a glance. So, knowing his own limitations, especially after Qin Ying had called and given him a piece of her mind, he profoundly realized that when facing such a situation, only the Federation possessed the ability to forcefully intervene and powerfully suppress it.
This is the power of a collective! This is the power of unity! If my existence is like that of a small ant, then undoubtedly, the Federation’s existence is like a clenched fist, ready to deliver a powerful punch at any time! We are not on the same level of strength.
Furthermore, Wang Zhan also considered a question: How powerful does the Human Race need to be to become as strong as the Federation? Strong enough not to fear numbers, and to stand against the hidden factions behind the scenes without being at a disadvantage?
At this moment, a sense of confusion emerged from the depths of Wang Zhan’s heart. Do such powerful individuals, who can suppress an entire clan with their mere presence, truly exist? If they do, where are they hiding right now?
But soon, Wang Zhan overturned his doubts, and a stronger aspiration emerged in his heart. Even though I’ve never seen such a person, and those people seem like Divine Dragons soaring in the sky—their heads glimpsed but never their tails—I am just an insect dwelling on the ground, struggling to survive through rain and frost. It’s like comparing the glow of a firefly to the brilliance of the moon, one on the earth, the other in the heavens!
However, only such individuals, only such a realm, could truly make one feel how powerful the Martial Arts Path—trodden by all Martial Artists through mud and mire—is, and how incredibly high it reaches. Only such an aspiration is what all Martial Artists revere and strive for, hoping to grasp even a fragment of it and benefit infinitely!
So, THUMP. The popsicle fell to the ground. Wang Zhan’s face regained its usual indifference; neither the fall of Quan State nor the doubts in his heart could spoil his mood or block his path forward.
Then, with a sudden boom, two massive wings appeared behind Wang Zhan, large enough to completely envelop him! They glowed, not with the azure of the sky, but with a luminescence intertwined with constantly swirling, blackish threads. These... are Bat Wings!
He had brought them out of the Small World as a result of a unique adventure, and they had become his life-saving trump card in most situations.
Suddenly, with another BANG, Wang Zhan’s Essence Energy, already as vast as a great river within him, was fully mobilized. It surged and roiled continuously through his body, day and night.
WHOOSH!
A sharp whistling sound cut through the air, followed by the roar of displaced, heavy, hot air as currents began to churn violently. Then, the figure where he stood shot skyward, like a bat flitting through the air or a hunting eagle soaring and searching for prey—soaring with wild abandon!
On the ground, only one sentence lingered, audible only to Qin Ying’s great-uncle, the Old Man Wang Zhan had mocked for his teeth: "I’m going..."
As Wang Zhan’s figure shot into the sky, a divine light flickered in the Old Man’s eyes. "Very good..."
Then, a second trail of azure misty clouds, of which only fleeting glimpses could be caught, also soared skyward, following closely behind.
But how could Wang Zhan have known? As he demonstrated the powerful Mental Energy Martial Technique he could deploy and the Talent he displayed in applying martial techniques, his great-uncle behind him, the Old Man’s gaze suddenly lit up. His eyes sparkled, his heart filled with a torrent of thoughts.
Quietly, a muttered whisper could be heard, Who would have thought! This kid, not only is he competent, but the inheritance he carries is of such an incredible level...
Old Master Zao saw it clearly. The martial techniques Wang Zhan possesses must be inherited from Ancient times, perhaps even from remote antiquity! Only in those eras could the so-called Qi Refiners and their abilities, like riding the wind, have appeared on the Earth Federation. That’s why so many amazing techniques, legacies of Ancient times, occasionally surface in the world.
Regrettably, however, since Ancient times, the environment of the Earth Federation has undergone massive changes. Spiritual Energy became scarce, Sects declined, inheritances were lost, and all the splendid stories were buried in the long annals of history. Afterward, there were no more Qi Refiners in the world. Afterward, there were no more supreme Martial Artists!
It wasn’t until the Spiritual Energy disaster descended upon the Federation once again that the pioneers began to realize something. Those long-standing myths from Ancient times or remote antiquity might actually be true! Because, with the onslaught of the Spiritual Energy disaster, though they temporarily lost their homes and were displaced, their bones began to grow denser. Their bodies became stronger. Their spirits grew more abundant than ever before. Their strength, stimulated by flesh and blood, seemed to increase without end...
Thus, all of this told everyone that while they had indeed lost their homes, they had also gained new hope—like the fire that fell from the sky in primitive societies! That was the hope of life! That was the direction of progress! That was their future—perhaps distant, yet also potentially within immediate reach...
Therefore, Martial Artists appeared. Therefore, the Federation was established. Therefore, the various classic texts from the inheritances of remote antiquity formed the foundation of the thriving new world of today—the Federation!
Thus, one could see how astounding and precious Wang Zhan’s extraordinary Mental Energy Martial Technique was in the Old Man’s experienced eyes! Simply by deducing from this, one could immediately realize that since Wang Zhan possessed such an uncommon inheritance, then even if he appeared ordinary, how could his Martial Arts Path truly be as simple as it seemed on the surface?
Moreover, the Old Man remembered what Wang Zhan had said: perhaps by the time he reached Quan State, Quan State City would be filled with nothing but corpses awaiting his arrival. But at this moment, the Old Man truly wanted to tell the boy, "Run, young man! As long as you keep running, run until the day no one can catch up to you, you will surely achieve what you set out to do..."
The Old Man even seemed to have foreseen it... A vast future! An overwhelming tide! A surging mortal world destined to nurture countless heroes and valiant figures! Since such extraordinary inheritances—from at least the Middle Ages, or even remote antiquity or Ancient times—had chosen to stake their bets on Wang Zhan, then how could he, the great-uncle who was at a position of advantage to witness this, be willing to pass up this opportunity?
So, with a booming laugh, he immediately gave chase, as if all his previous displeasure had vanished like misty clouds. Then, he called out to Wang Zhan, "Kid, how about we race? Let’s see who can reach Quan State first!"
At this moment, Wang Zhan glanced at the Old Man, who was now effortlessly keeping pace beside him. For some reason, this old fellow seems a little different than before! Wang Zhan thought. However, since the Old Man was grinning at him, and Wang Zhan had already made up his mind, it wouldn’t be right to show any displeasure.
So, as the wind roared past his ears, whipping against his unfazed expression, Wang Zhan finally accepted. A faint, defiant smile—not arrogant, just a slight curl of his lips—touched his face. "Fine! You think I’m scared?"
