Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 483: Killing!_1
Even amongst the Beast Clan, whether they are animals or plants, those who possess such astonishing natural talent at such a young age are strong enough to claim themselves as the potential king of their tribe! A king of kings, not just a Martial King! They mark the genuinely powerful and prideful future hopes of the Beast Clan...
Nevertheless, no matter how regretful and remorseful the giant snake was, countless thoughts had flashed through its mind in an instant. But the very thing it feared had clearly arrived, nearly freezing the cold-blooded creature's blood in terror! However, in reality, from the moment Wang Zhan began his attack, it was already too late, even if the giant snake could have jolted awake in time. Because Wang Zhan had prepared to strike when it was unsuspecting, the giant snake had already lost the upper hand and fallen into Wang Zhan's trap. This time, it could only passively take the beating!
After all, Wang Zhan was not the mediocre, timid Human Race boy the giant snake had mistakenly thought him to be—one who craved life and feared death. He was the prodigy of the Human Race! Moreover, ever since the Federation was established, he was the only young man granted the title of 'Young Hero' by the Federation, a prodigy of demonic talent. Though Li Chengyuan had schemed in the background, in the final analysis, it was all due to Wang Zhan's own strength. It was enough for him to conquer most peers or elders who looked down on him or doubted his capabilities. Even someone like the eccentric Martial Emperor, Uncle Qin Ying, would perhaps lack the qualifications to flatter Wang Zhan if he hadn't been born decades earlier. He would be left with no alternative but to helplessly follow Wang Zhan's deceptions! It was just like before in Jing State, when he faced those powerful, hereditary noble families, treating all those who opposed him in the same manner!
Intimidation or suppression—this had always been Wang Zhan's primary modus operandi. So, at this moment, this powerful giant snake from the Beast Clan would temporarily take the place of those within the Human Race—those great families and ancient lineages who, under Wang Zhan's pressure, had been forced to gradually retreat and watch from the sidelines. It was time for the snake to witness not only the immense pressure Wang Zhan could exert on the Human Race but also the significant threat he posed to the Beast Clan!
Therefore, at that moment, in a tense instant where not even a tenth of a breath had passed, Wang Zhan stood before the giant snake's tail. The light radiating from his own body illuminated him, making him appear somewhat dazed. After all, although his cultivation had reached that level, his physical strength was still a step below the true Emperor Realm, perhaps not even matching the King-level beast before him. However, as the one currently controlling the martial arts, even though Wang Zhan couldn't see, he could rely on his powerful physical instincts and the wondrous connection between his Essence Energy to accurately pinpoint the giant snake's location!
So, at this moment, Wang Zhan's aura surged, almost without resistance, swiftly reaching its peak! Then, he concealed himself within the world of light and heat, his voice, even more sinister and chilling than the giant snake's, roared wildly, "Dragon Elephant Fist! Mount Lu's Sixteen Forms..."
Without a doubt, in that instant, this ancient and mysterious fist technique—a gift from the Old Man of the Book Collection Pavilion in the Small World—seemed tailor-made for the current scene in Wang Zhan's eyes. It was an unprecedentedly perfect fit, so much so that he naturally unleashed it. And then, inexplicably, he felt an unprecedented surge of extreme joy and contentment, as if a wave of heroic spirit was rising from the void, looking down upon the mortal world with disdain! Remarkably, he had never experienced this sensation before. So much so that, in a mere instant, Wang Zhan confirmed one thing: his fist technique seemed to possess a potent bloodline suppressive power against the giant snake before him!
The question is, how is this possible?! Wang Zhan thought. One should know that this giant snake is from the Beast Clan, while the martial arts I'm using originated from the Human Race in Ancient times. There's not the slightest connection between the two!
However, even though Wang Zhan felt a slight anomaly in his heart while displaying this martial art against the giant snake, he would not, under any circumstances, relinquish this rare opportunity. He had to seize this chance to, at the very least, cripple the giant snake's tail and then launch a counterattack, teaching his opponent a profound lesson! So, although he could neither see nor hear, the powerful instinct inherent in a Martial Artist, accompanied by BOOM! BOOM!—like a great hammer being swung true, or as if he himself had become an invincible weapon—was completely unleashed by Wang Zhan. Immediately afterward, his attacks, cold and ruthless, rained down without a single gap, one after another, leaving only Wang Zhan's frenzied roars echoing in the area.
"...Summon Wind...Moonset...Smash Mountain...Limitless!"
At this point, at this very moment, anyone present, even if they couldn't see what was happening high above, would likely feel an inexplicable tremor and immediately anticipate the terrifying scene unfolding! Because, regardless of how weak they were, they could at least hear the violent sounds of collision in the air! Then, upon hearing the sounds, they would immediately see the two figures constantly entangled—one aggressively pressing forward, the other desperately trying to retreat but finding it impossible to disengage!
"This human is incredible..."
"The giant snake is a King-level beast! Its natural physical defense is incredibly strong, even comparable to a Human Race Emperor! What's the origin of that kid? He's so overwhelmingly powerful, matching it blow for blow..."
In the ensuing silence, as everything came to a standstill, all beings, whether strong or weak, who had managed to arrive on the scene had seen it. The human, relying on a pair of wings, soared through the air, battling the King-level beast, the giant snake, without falling into the slightest disadvantage. At a glance, it was clear he was no simple character!
Of course, these individuals who had arrived, drawn by the commotion, were not Wang Zhan's allies but his enemies. They were all beasts active in this vicinity, urgently summoned to provide aid and support due to the outbreak of the Quan State incident! Ever since the Quan State incident, the entire Southwest region had begun to descend into chaos. Almost all cities, large and small, were on high alert, preparing for a formidable enemy due to the continuously gathering Beast Clan groups from the outside.
Naturally, the Human Race, out of forced helplessness, had to restrict their own movements unless they wanted to be caught off guard by the beasts. Otherwise, their best course of action was to defend their cities! Defend the cities until the beast invasions ceased. Defend the cities until the Federation could react and dispatch timely reinforcements... And within these cities, one should know that those powerful Martial Artists, possessing varying degrees of decisive strength, were inevitably forced to make arrangements based on their own city's deployments. At the very least, they had to ensure their own safety first, like sweeping the snow from their own doorstep.
So, who would come to aid Wang Zhan?
However, Wang Zhan had clearly seen these newcomers. But what did it matter? Worst case, they would all besiege him. If he couldn't beat them, he would just run!
Therefore, at that critical moment, with an arrogant and cold expression on his face, Wang Zhan gathered all his Essence Energy into a single, final move. This, of course, was Wang Zhan's trump card! Therefore, after Wang Zhan's sudden roar, the entire world seemed to fall utterly silent.
"Dragon Elephant Fist! Kill!!!"
Its name is Kill. It is meant for killing! This was the final form of Mount Lu's Sixteen Forms, and it was a move of mutual destruction. Similarly, if not for this move's excessive ferocity and dominance, it wouldn't have ended up being so vehemently opposed by those Ancient Sects. Especially when such martial arts fell into the hands of those from the Magic Path, the threat they represented would skyrocket! Because, being practitioners of the Magic Path, it was their nature not to cultivate martial arts conventionally like those of the righteous path. Instead, they would use various cruel means to recover their own expenditures, transferring these necessary costs onto other innocent victims!
How cruel! How utterly deranged, to the point of incurring heavenly wrath and public indignation! As a result, people would naturally stand up to confront these figures, enact justice for Heaven, and slay demons and devils!
Of course, for Wang Zhan, these legends from Ancient times, no matter how brutal, tyrannical, and harsh, were merely stories. As far as I'm concerned, Wang Zhan thought, where is there high or low in martial arts? Where is there right or evil? It all depends on the person using them! Otherwise, why didn't those people in Ancient times who knew of these martial arts destroy them all? Ultimately, they also understood clearly: martial arts themselves are neither right nor wrong; the right or wrong lies with the people who use them.
And Wang Zhan's reason for choosing to display this move wasn't because he truly wanted to perish together with the Snot Worm before him, nor was it because he intended to practice the ways of the Magic Path. Rather, it was because a trump card that merely exhausted his Essence Energy and cost him some internal energy was of no real significance to Wang Zhan, who carried something akin to a power station within his body at all times. For him, it was as simple as eating and drinking! Therefore, even if the price of using this martial art was severe, for Wang Zhan, it had become a gate he could open and close at will!
