Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 478 - Giving You a Chance _1
Wang Zhan finally stopped laughing.
He casually turned around and left, swiftly shutting the car door behind him.
Afterward, only as he passed the pitiful, helpless, and powerless child did he roll down the car window. He looked at the child with an indifferent expression, then casually tossed out an unremarkable weapon—its hilt strangely resembling a small shield—and said, "You want to follow me? Fine, I’ll give you this chance! Here, amid these beasts, whether you choose to flee, to kill, or to use any other means, as long as you can survive, as long as you’re still alive before I return, I’ll give you this opportunity. Otherwise, our ties end here. Don’t blame me for not warning you; among them, the strongest one is at least a Martial Master..."
Then, with a RUMBLE, the engine roared to life.
Wang Zhan and the entire vehicle beneath him instantly sped off like an arrow loosed from its bow, seemingly unable to wait.
However, he seemed to have forgotten. He hadn’t instructed the little brat, still waiting for him in the same spot, how long he should wait, nor how he should act like a Martial Artist to survive surrounded by beasts!
This tiny difference, if one wasn’t careful, could mean the difference between life and death!
However, approximately ten miles from this location, Wang Zhan slowly parked the car by the side of a mountain, at an advantageous high point!
The Old Man, who had been silent for a long while, finally spoke, a hint of helplessness in his voice, "Why must you do this? He’s just a kid. Even you, at his age, might not have survived."
Of course, the Old Man wasn’t worried about the little fellow’s safety. Otherwise, why would Wang Zhan choose to park in such a place? It was because this place was a boundary line, a boundary for high-level Warriors. Although many high-level Warriors wouldn’t choose this distance—even if their mental energy could cover it, they would surely be too late to intervene—the problem was, neither Wang Zhan nor the Old Man were ordinary Martial Artists. Nor were they the kind who would blindly follow the Martial Arts Path of the Federation.
They were Mental Energy Warriors!
Hence, for powerful individuals like them, capable of covering tens of miles with their mental energy, a mere ten miles was just a stone’s throw away, reachable in an instant.
Moreover, the Old Man had also noticed that the weapon Wang Zhan had handed to the little boy was no ordinary item. It clearly had a grand origin!
With a divine weapon in hand, and the most threatening Martial Master level beast having been directly dispatched by Wang Zhan’s mental energy before they left, if that little brat still couldn’t protect himself, it could only prove he wasn’t fated to enter Wang Zhan’s world! The difference between the two was destined to be as vast as heaven and earth.
Wang Zhan didn’t say a word. He just leaned lightly against the car, closing his eyes. In reality, his mental energy was constantly surveying the surrounding region to prevent any accidents.
Hence, when Wang Zhan clearly saw something happening quietly in a certain direction, his brow furrowed slightly.
Close by, the little brat, Three Seven, was still dazed before the full arrival of the beasts. Fortunately, he didn’t stay dazed for long and quickly came to his senses. His already pale face turned even paler; he wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
So, the only thing he could do was to quickly grab the weapon Wang Zhan had given him. He didn’t even have time to wonder why it was so light; he was frantic, his face pale with terror, desperate to find a place to hide.
"Big Brother, Big Brother, what should I do, what should I do..." he murmured to himself.
But at that moment, he spotted a hollow in a distant mountain, and his eyes lit up.
He knew. This was a hint his Big Brother had given him!
"Big Brother, is that you, Big Brother! I knew it, it must be you! I will survive, I will definitely live forever..."
Whether it was or not, at that moment, the little boy had only one thought: run to that hollow, find any geographical advantage, hide, and survive!
He didn’t even have time to say no to Wang Zhan. He just hoped that he could reach there before he fell into the jaws of those beasts and became their food...
So, "Run!"
SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
It was not the sound of water, but the whistling of the wind stirred up by the little brat, Three Seven, driven by his strong survival instinct.
As a result, he successfully evaded the line of sight of a beast almost on par with a human Martial Student, though it hadn’t yet entered a rank.
But in the next direction, what would greet him was another upper-class soldier-level beast, a powerful existence comparable to the Human Race’s Martial Master Realm!
Luckily, at this moment, the Old Man—appearing all the more benevolent in contrast to the cold, indifferent one who had been observing from afar—quickly transmitted his voice secretly: "Hey, hey, hey, stop running! Quickly lie down in that small ditch over there. Yes, yes, that one, the one on your face. Remember, hold your breath and stay absolutely still..."
However, upon hearing this, Three Seven was completely taken aback!
Who was that talking to me? The voice sounds familiar, but where is the person? Why can’t I see them?
Regardless, after receiving the telepathic message, although the little brat was bewildered, he quickly stopped in place. A shiver ran down his spine, and his eyes began to scan the surroundings meticulously, his caution at its peak!
Back in the car, Wang Zhan glanced at the Old Man expressionlessly, causing the Old Man to immediately look around nonchalantly before asking with feigned curiosity, "What’s the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"
At this moment, the Old Man’s display of innocence seemed more convincing than genuine innocence itself.
Wang Zhan shook his head. "Since you’re watching him, then you watch him! I have something else to attend to; I need to leave for a while..."
Then, with a sudden tearing sound, a pair of wings, seemingly large enough to obscure the entire car, materialized once more, appearing unreservedly before the Old Man’s eyes. Then, after leaving some mysterious patterns in the Old Man’s pupils, Wang Zhan, like an eagle spreading its wings, soared into the sky.
With a WHOOSH, he had already shot off like an arrow loosed from a bow, soaring through the air with lightning speed!
However, as soon as the Old Man saw those wings on Wang Zhan, he was completely stunned, especially by the patterns on them.
Immediately, he murmured to himself, "Could this be... a Heavenly Martial Art? No, no! It has no grade, or rather, its grade isn’t something we can determine. It has a different system of evaluation. This is... another Martial Arts Path?"
Although the Old Man had previously known about the miraculous and powerful nature of this ’weapon’ of Wang Zhan’s (the wings), he had never expected the martial art Wang Zhan possessed to be of such a level and order!
Even though the Old Man was well-read, his eyes sharp and capable of seeing the essence beneath the surface, he still couldn’t comprehend the patterns on Wang Zhan’s wings. This was sufficient proof that Wang Zhan’s martial art was completely alien to him.
Yet, such a martial art had perfectly fused with Wang Zhan? Furthermore, had traces of advancement already surfaced, manifesting those dark gold patterns? How was that possible? How on earth had Wang Zhan accomplished this?
As a Martial Emperor, he had encountered countless ancient martial arts and secret manuals. Yet he had never seen anything like it: not a single Martial Artist of the new era who, like Wang Zhan, could so seamlessly apply such ancient martial arts, as if it were second nature!
However, it was clear the Old Man had almost forgotten that far away, near a small ditch that a Martial Emperor level expert could reach in the blink of an eye, a powerless little brat, with the physique of an ordinary person, was pitifully waiting for his help!
However, Three Seven was too young to realize that although the Old Man had been kind and benevolent to him for a short while, on some level, he was just as unreliable as Wang Zhan!
And so, while the Old Man was lost in thought, wondering how Wang Zhan could allow this martial art—which completely conflicted with the circulation pathways of his body’s Essence Energy—to operate so smoothly within him, back where he was, Three Seven was on the verge of going insane!
All he knew was that he had heard a baffling instruction telling him not to go forward, but to quickly hide in the small ditch up ahead.
The problem was, was what this person saying true or false? Moreover, he clearly remembered almost colliding with a beast right behind him! So, if what that person said was true and there was also a beast up ahead, his current situation was dire—caught between a wolf and a tiger, the danger extreme. But if he really listened to that voice and jumped into this little ditch as instructed, what if there were beasts swimming in the water, or some behemoth lurking in the ditch?
Fortunately, he didn’t have time to reflect further.
In the distance, a roar suddenly echoed—earth-shattering, deafening, as if from a bygone era. It sounded just like the roars attributed to those colossal Jurassic behemoths from ancient times, images of which had become prominent in the Federation these years!
The sound almost made the little brat fall flat on his backside, about to land right in the mud.
Three Seven even saw the enormous figure. It towered like a small mountain, its movements causing the earth to tremble and mountains to crumble. Its body was covered in massive armor like grey rock, thick and cumbersome, yet bristling with numerous sharp spikes!
It was a terrifying sight.
