Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 480: Water Splashing Blossom_1

However, that was not the most pressing matter. The most crucial thing was what lay before this figure: that powerful beast, just as towering, merely half a head shorter!

It simply allowed the massive azure palm to descend upon its head, failing to react in time.

SNAP!

It was like a water droplet falling and instantly shattering, or like a mournful cry from the very depths, compelling the child to uncontrollably poke half his head out of the water!

SPLASH! A cacophony of water sounds suddenly arose.

However, behind these splashes, Three Seven witnessed another brutal truth.

In this world, there had never been such a thing as the most captivating beauty. Only the splendor of life and the stillness of death were truly worth losing oneself in.

Therefore, the rain here was permeated with blood and fragments of flesh. The rain here was a tempestuous, restless downpour!

It could not only move people and frighten them but also dredge up all sorts of unpleasant memories.

Similarly, it carried a captivating magic, potent enough to make one desire submersion, to be, for a time, utterly enthralled!

Hence, Three Seven was stunned once more; something seemed to be surging in his throat, ready to erupt at any moment!

Because, if his memory served him right, the scene before him was uncannily identical, with no discernible difference, to the memory and image Wang Zhan had shown him in front of the car.

It was as if fate were cycling, the story replaying. Once more, it appeared before him—vividly, without any concealment—brandishing its metaphorical knife!

Therefore, Three Seven, having just regained his breath in an already oppressive environment, once again felt his breathing quicken uncontrollably, his stomach churning as if a drum were beating within him.

At any moment, these feelings could solidify into the memory of him witnessing this tableau before him—be it desolate or magnificent!

However, perhaps it was due to the preceding events, or perhaps because Three Seven's mind was not as tense now as it had been when he was with Wang Zhan.

Thus, even though he felt the urge to vomit—an urge that intensified as the rain before him splattered onto his face—

for some reason, at this moment, his immediate concern wasn't the urge to vomit. Instead, a critical question sprang to mind, one concerning the journey that lay ahead.

So… is it this simple for these truly powerful Martial Artists to kill a beast? So effortless, so easy they barely lift a finger?

This was a harsh reality. The cruelty lay in the fact that ordinary people had never witnessed the power of true experts. In the eyes of those who stood at the pinnacle of the Pyramid, who had seen countless suns rise and set and witnessed so much history, ordinary people, in the final analysis, were perhaps less than tiny ants.

At the same time, this was also a silent, stark truth!

Because behind this truth, the helplessness of ordinary people always lay hidden.

They didn't even have the right to hope for something as graceful as a flower blooming when they died.

All they could do was calmly and indifferently meet their end.

One after another, they had no time to break free from the ethereal world; their consciousness would disperse as if they were dreaming.

They couldn't even witness this process—an immense tragedy!

Nevertheless, apart from the two points mentioned, this truth was like a seed in Three Seven's heart!

It was like Qin Ying back then, who had knelt before Wang Zhan and, little by little, ignited the youth's boundless ambition.

It was also like those things in the secular world that people pursued tirelessly, just to obtain more—more substantial and vast wealth and power!

This seed directly ignited a flame within Three Seven. So, even as he was vomiting, his face flushed with a hint of excitement, his eyes filled with an endless yearning.

And deep within his chest, his heart thumped with ever-increasing intensity!

Big brother, these are the powerful Martial Artists you used to admire! Today, your little brother finally saw them… Don't worry, I will be as powerful as them one day…

Undoubtedly, Three Seven, who originally had no concept of the future, from this moment on, had seen his path forward, as if he were an adult.

It was an arduous, complex, and burdensome path, yet beneath it clearly lay hidden the world's most flourishing, dignified beauty and profoundness!

That was the future one yearned for…

However, while the kid was lost in his emotions, growing more astounded by the second, the Old Man was filled with utter disgust for these beasts before him—creatures devoid of reason, their minds consumed by nothing but bloodshed and slaughter.

A bunch of brainless fools…

One should know, if it were any normal human being aware they were facing a formidable Martial Artist from the Human Race and roughly understood the power he represented,

then they would have scattered like rats deserting a sinking ship the moment the enormous Brown Giant Bear perished!

This didn't prove they were cowardly; rather, the wisdom they possessed naturally inclined them to seek fortune and avoid calamity.

Only after possessing at least equivalent strength would they dare attempt a return, to once more challenge the bastions that had previously thwarted them!

But these beasts before him were different.

They were inherently chaotic, ignorant, bloodthirsty, and brutal. They took the sky as their quilt and the earth as their mat, devouring raw flesh and drinking blood.

This was their true nature!

Therefore, when it came to these ferocious creatures, the Old Man was indeed a master at killing beasts, doing so cleanly and efficiently.

Because of this, however, the vital energy drifting through the air further agitated these beasts. The ferocity latent deep within their bloodlines began to break through the surface, bit by bit!

Then, before they could fully react, they were pulverized by a palm strike from the azure figure, which lacked even a physical body.

"GET LOST! GET LOST! GET LOST!"

"DIE! DIE! DIE…"

And so, at this moment, the tables finally turned in the field.

The beasts, the original masters of this place, were now like helpless strays, effortlessly swatted to death by Old Master Zao upon the rocky terrain of this wilderness!

A muddle of blood and flesh.

Blood began to stain the clear stream.

The aroma of their bloodlines, carried by the wind and rain, gradually permeated the surroundings, until the eyes of every beast in the area turned a dark, ominous red.

This was the manifestation of their spirit and the bloodlust they could no longer suppress.

Without a doubt, if the Old Man had been but a step later, he himself would have remained unharmed. However, Three Seven, the little brat who could only barely survive under his protection, would have faced an uncertain fate.

After all, when facing these colossal monstrosities, even an ant, no matter how inherently weak, would inevitably suffer grievous wounds if merely grazed by those powerful fists!

However, Three Seven had never imagined that the Old Man before him was actually the figure manifested by the mirror that had been beside his big brother.

So, when the Old Man grabbed Three Seven, he immediately began to charge outward, desperately trying to flee for their lives.

And Three Seven, catching a glimpse of the Old Man carrying him reflected in a bloody puddle, immediately exclaimed,

"Grandpa… how can it be you?"

The Old Man was helpless.

He hadn't wanted it to be him either, but who told Wang Zhan to be so irresponsible? He'd watched Wang Zhan toss the kid here and then vanish without a trace!

Were it not for the Old Man being a Martial Emperor, one glance at the densely packed, furiously roaring beasts below—hotly pursuing the Old Man and Three Seven, intent on devouring them completely—would tell anyone that being intercepted by them meant certain death.

The Old Man himself would likely face no issues; after all, he was merely a construct of mental energy.

The little fellow, however, was different. His fragile mortal body would suffer broken bones and torn tendons if so much as lightly grazed.

So the Old Man had no choice but to reply,

"I may be old, but I still have some strength left. That fellow, Wang Zhan, has disappeared for now, so he asked me to stay behind and look after you for a bit.

"But kid, I tell you, are you getting addicted to puking? You just did it, didn't you? What, still got a stash in your stomach you're itching to empty out all at once?"

Of course, it was quite obvious that Three Seven was currently in no mood to listen to the Old Man's teasing.

Only after the Old Man finally admitted his identity and demonstrated his strength did Three Seven excitedly say,

"Grandpa, you're truly amazing! When I saw that beast earlier, I really thought I was going to die!"

The Old Man, of course, knew. Three Seven had indeed nearly lost his mind upon seeing that beast; otherwise, he wouldn't have caused such a commotion.

It was all because of the stream the Old Man had pointed out to him.

However, just as the Old Man was sighing inwardly, Three Seven suddenly asked,

"Grandpa, that first beast you killed earlier, just how powerful was it?"

Three Seven hadn't even been able to tell what species that beast was.

Oh no, perhaps he had figured out a little; that beast earlier was definitely a bear.

Of course, that was about all he could discern.

Let alone additional details such as its species, bloodline, or strength.

Fortunately, the Old Man was also a reasonable person.