Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 476: Hard Life?_1

Therefore, the spirit altar Three Seven had made for his elder brother made it clear that they definitely didn’t have any prestigious names. They didn’t even have a surname of their own, like countless unremarkable blades of grass beside the roads throughout the Federation—lowly and insignificant.

As for the name Three Seven, its literal interpretation is a medicinal ingredient that has been cultivated by the Human Race Alliance since remote antiquity, selected and grown by the Human Race. Therefore, as long as one knew the characteristics of Three Seven, everyone would immediately understand. The reason for the name Three Seven was likely nothing else but two words: Resilient!

Previously, no one could guess the thoughts in the Old Man’s heart. Even Wang Zhan was constantly probing, trying to decipher them. But at this moment, after listening and a brief silence, the Old Man immediately said to Wang Zhan, "Then let’s bring him! However, this means our earlier plan won’t be usable. You wait here; I’ll go find a small sedan to carry him, and then we can depart together."

It could be seen that although human emotions are rarely shared, at least the scant kindness in their hearts could, to some extent, reach a consensus. And this is precisely why the Human Race would band together as one, just as they were now.

Thus, Wang Zhan promptly stopped the Old Man and, meeting his puzzled gaze, smiled gently. "No need, I’ve already arranged for a car..."

BEEP.

A slight sound, followed by a horn’s blare.

Not long after, two youths, who looked like brothers and not too old, embarked on their final journey to Quan State, accompanied by an illusory, ethereal mirror.

Along the way, the Old Man, who had finally finished reading a notebook, wore an expression full of solemnity and gravity. And all along the road, the beasts roamed everywhere, practically making the territory of the Earth Federation their own. They roared from time to time, baring their fangs and claws. Some, not particularly intelligent, saw the Human Race’s automobile and assumed delicious food was inside. The moment they saw the car, they began to boil with excitement, roaring madly. Then, amid RUMBLE, RUMBLE sounds, they rushed fiercely towards the sedan’s path.

"ROAR..."

"SQUAWK..."

"HOWL..."

The vast wilderness, the roaring Giant Beasts, and the fetid wind rushing towards them suddenly merged into a prelude that sent chills down their spines, making them want to flee at the mere sight of it.

Even Three Seven, who at their first encounter had dared to draw his cleaver on Wang Zhan and even threatened to kill him, was now so frightened by this change that his face turned pale, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably. He had been prepared to face beasts ever since he heard Wang Zhan say they were leaving the city. But he hadn’t expected his first encounter with these creatures to be so close that he could see saliva dripping from their mouths as they looked at him. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

This completely shattered the kid’s preconceived notions about why the Human Race could only defend their cities against these beasts and why they could never leave. Only when he personally faced these terrifying Giant Beasts did he finally understand how fragile the Human Race was—so fragile that these beasts could tear living humans into lifeless fragments with just a snap of their fangs.

Terrifying and chilling!

But what made the two adults nod in silent agreement was that this kid, although he appeared to have average Talent and seemed destined to blend into the crowd without a promising future, and moreover, lacked experience in facing beasts, to the point where anyone could see the endless fear of them beneath his pale face—at least at this moment, one fact was undeniable: his will was constantly helping him struggle free from the deepest Abyss of fear. This process would not stop until this will was completely forged into the child’s most precious asset.

Therefore, even Old Master Zao, who had initially thought little of him, began to think. Perhaps this kid’s future achievements truly wouldn’t fall short of some so-called geniuses with extraordinary Talents; he might even surpass them. Because, you see!

Even though he was facing these monstrous beasts before him, their maws reeking of blood and gore, enormous and seemingly invincible, the pale-faced Three Seven never once bowed his head. He kept it firmly raised, staring directly at the beasts without averting his gaze, studying their forms. His eyes were filled with hatred!

Without a doubt, if this kid weren’t just a child and not a true Martial Artist, he might have wanted to jump down right then and teach these foreign beasts a lesson about local customs. Or rather, how one should behave so as not to make others despise them to the point of wanting to grind their bones to dust and tear their bodies to shreds!

However, with Wang Zhan and the Old Man present, why would he need to wait until the day he became a Martial Artist to bravely and confidently fight these monsters, or to engage in a life-or-death struggle with them?

And so, as their group had driven merely a few dozen more miles from the city, they had completely become the prey of these varied, wildly roaring beasts, which acted as if victory was already in their grasp. Wang Zhan, however, drove with an emotionless face, leaving them far behind until they were out of sight.

Then, suddenly, Wang Zhan, who was driving, abruptly wrenched the steering wheel. Immediately, a long, piercing SCREECH assaulted their ears, continuing relentlessly for several moments.

A jarring SCRAPE sounded.

The vehicle jerked to a halt, followed by a violent THUD!

BANG!

If this had happened to Wang Zhan or the Old Man, they would have met it with an indifferent expression. But for the little rascal, he was nearly scared out of his wits, overwhelmed by the intense weightlessness and nausea from the vehicle’s sudden, violent change in direction. Moreover, he could feel his own weakness, and sharp pains in parts of his body from the abrupt stop. Just moments before, despite being strapped in, his small body had nearly flown out, missing the car roof by a hair’s breadth.

As a result, by the time Wang Zhan had calmly exited the car, confronting the vast, boundless wilderness before him—a tapestry of pale yellow and green—the little rascal, Three Seven, was only just recovering from his earlier shock. He blinked and saw Wang Zhan outside, waving at him. He quickly clenched his jaw, enduring the pain in his body. Then, he struggled to gather his scattered strength, intending to get out of the car and go to Wang Zhan’s side.

But at that very moment, another BANG echoed.

Then came a sickening CRUNCH, a sound that made them tremble and shiver.

Then, the little rascal Three Seven saw it—he saw everything!

Just now, right before his eyes, Wang Zhan, who was standing there, had, in that instant, punched a black shadow attempting to ambush him, obliterating it.

Subsequently, the fresh blood and mangled remains, like drifting desert sand, gradually settled on the ground, on the car, and in front of Three Seven!

"RETCH..."

A wretched sound of vomiting escaped him.

At that moment, Three Seven’s face turned deathly pale. Fortunately, he was already out of the car, so he didn’t vomit inside. Then, his whole body lurched forward; he knelt and vomited all over the vast, solid earth, creating a mess everywhere.

However, this only made him want to vomit more. Because the contents of his stomach were so horrifically similar to the carnage wrought by Wang Zhan’s casual, murderous punch.

But Wang Zhan offered no words of comfort, merely looking at him with an impassive face, as if at a stranger.

On the other hand, Old Master Zao, who had just floated out of the car after experiencing riding in a vehicle propelled by mental energy, looked at Wang Zhan, wanting to speak but hesitating. Then, he could only sigh inwardly. Being born in the Federation is a blessing. But being born in a Federation still struggling with life-and-death crises, a place rife with death and bloodshed, will definitely become a curse for anyone unable to protect themselves. Unless you are certain you can grasp the key to truly protecting yourself from external threats during this process. And for Martial Artists, the secret to their unprecedented power and status in the Federation relies on the formidable strength gained through countless brushes with death.

Therefore, in Wang Zhan’s view, since Three Seven had prepared to become a Martial Artist, he had to learn to face all of this.

Wang Zhan looked at Three Seven, who was kneeling on the ground vomiting, his face growing paler, his frame appearing increasingly gaunt, and suddenly asked, "What? This minor incident, this little scene, has already scared you so badly that your legs have given out and you can’t even stand?"

RETCH...

Three Seven was still vomiting. But after hearing Wang Zhan’s words, a touch of color suddenly appeared on his face. It was the external manifestation of the indomitable will within him.

He refused to yield!