Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 521 - 519 Sky Profound Battle Armor Minor Accomplishment_1
The Old Man’s reminder struck Wang Zhan like an enlightening sermon.
He initially focused on the immense power of the soldier ants’ attack but neglected the flow of the Black Yellow Energy within him.
Then, it dawned on Wang Zhan what the Old Man’s actions were really about.
The soldier ant, a King-level beast, had collided with him at such a terrifying speed, followed by a massive explosion.
If he hadn’t had the protection of the Black Yellow Energy, that blast could have severely wounded him.
Now, he merely suffered minor external injuries. More precisely, he just had some bruising. His core was untouched. Was this not the protection offered by the Black Yellow Energy?
As this realization struck him, Wang Zhan’s spirits were instantly uplifted. Facing the Old Man, he roared, "Bring it on! Let the soldier ants strike harder!"
Upon hearing Wang Zhan’s roar, a vicious grin spread across the Old Man’s face. He chuckled, "Well, lad, you asked for it!"
With a flick of his hands, soldier ants flew out of the black bag, swarming towards Wang Zhan at incredible speed, accompanied by sonic booms.
SWOOSH... BOOM... BOOM...
"Damn it!"
BOOM... SWOOSH... BOOM!
"Bloody hell!"
BOOM BOOM BOOM...
"Damn!"
...
About thirty minutes of relentless barraging by the soldier ants later, the two large black bags before the Old Man were entirely emptied.
In stark contrast, Wang Zhan, standing bare-chested in the distance, could only be described as pitiful.
His once handsome face was now swollen to more than twice its original size and covered in bruises.
His body was in an even worse state.
Bruises covered his body; his once robust muscles were barely visible beneath the numerous lumps.
Seeing that the Old Man had run out of ammunition, Wang Zhan, squinting through his swollen eyes, bellowed defiantly, "Ltrly, brww, lkkk, shwwppnbtlyr!"
Clapping his hands, the Old Man glanced at Wang Zhan, tears streaming down his swollen face. He quipped, "What did you say? I didn’t understand a word! Next time, speak clearly!"
Speak clearly? If I could speak clearly, would I need him to remind me? This is humiliation! Mockery! Utterly blatant! Wang Zhan fumed internally.
Wang Zhan genuinely burst into tears!
Brought to tears by soldier ants!
After completing his first Black Yellow Energy training, Wang Zhan almost crawled back home.
Not because he didn’t want to walk, but because crawling seemed slightly better!
After a night’s rest, Wang Zhan woke up the next morning. Despite some improvement in the swelling and bruises on his body, he still looked miserable enough to arouse pity in all who saw him.
A glance at the Old Man approaching with two more black bags provoked a fresh wave of tears.
His heart cried out, Oh, heavens!
Although he was extremely reluctant, his body was very honest.
Following the Old Man to yesterday’s training spot again, he stripped to the waist. After half an hour of torment, he crawled back to his resting place, looking like a beaten dog.
Lying flat on his back on the ground, Wang Zhan’s swollen face reflected utter desolation as he stared at the sky.
Since becoming a Martial Artist, he had survived countless life-and-death battles and been knocked down countless times. But he had never been reduced to tears by a group of soldier ants before!
What a cruel fate!
If it weren’t for the exceptional benefits of the Sky Profound Battle Armor, Wang Zhan would have given up by now!
However, to his credit, after two days of training, Wang Zhan gradually understood the circulation route of the Black Yellow Energy. Sometimes, he could even make the Black Yellow Energy manifest protectively just before the soldier ants struck his body. But his control over the Black Yellow Energy was still unreliable, so this grueling part of his training had to continue.
For six or seven days, Wang Zhan didn’t fight with any variant beasts.
Each morning, upon waking to see the Old Man carrying a black bag, he would shudder. Then, he would reluctantly head out, only to come back, lie on the ground, and pretend to be dead after being battered by the soldier ants.
Although he was in pain, a small part of Wang Zhan felt a bit happy.
These few days, his understanding of the Black Yellow Energy’s circulation methods had become increasingly proficient. Out of ten times, he could successfully use the Black Yellow Energy to block the soldier ants six or seven times in advance. This was a massive improvement from when he started.
By this point, Wang Zhan understood why the Old Man said that out of all humanity, only forty or fifty people could grasp the Black Yellow Energy.
Under such intense soldier ant beatings, how many people could genuinely withstand it?
If it weren’t for the fact that he pushed his body’s limit by fifty percent each time, he might have seen an old woman on the very first day, holding a bowl inscribed with "Meng Po’s Soup," furiously pouring it down his throat.
Under severe fatigue, Wang Zhan’s thoughts were in disarray, and ultimately he fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning, as usual, he got up and stood in an open space with the Old Man.
Wang Zhan swung his arms, stomped his legs, and beckoned to the Old Man with a finger, saying, "Come on, if you dare, kill me today!"
Facing Wang Zhan’s provocation, the Old Man first frowned.
His frown then smoothed away, and he nodded seriously. "Alright, I’ll grant your wish!"
From a large black bag, a buzzing noise instantly erupted, dense enough to make one’s head spin.
Following that, thousands of thumb-sized Poison Dragon Bees flew out from it.
"King-level variant beast, Poison Dragon Bee?" Wang Zhan exclaimed.
"Holy crap! Old bastard, are you honestly trying to kill me?"
Like soldier ants, Poison Dragon Bees are also social variant beasts.
The Poison Dragon Bee was definitely a top-tier assassin among King-level beasts.
Not to mention its amazing speed, its attack power was terrifying!
The Old Man shrugged. "Didn’t you just say you wanted me to kill you? How can I disappoint you?"
He continued, "Yesterday, you already grasped some use of the Black Yellow Energy, so the soldier ants are useless to you now. Therefore, let’s change it up today!"
Saying this, the Old Man grinned. "Come on, let’s start!"
With a snap of the Old Man’s fingers, the Poison Dragon Bees hovering in mid-air immediately charged out, consecutive sonic booms thundering through the air.
If one listened closely, one could hear Wang Zhan’s cries mixed in with the sonic booms.
The sudden change in training beasts made Wang Zhan suffer terribly.
By the time the Old Man recollected all the Poison Dragon Bees, Wang Zhan was lying on the ground, gazing blankly at the sky.
Stepping forward slowly, the Old Man kicked Wang Zhan and asked, "Hey, kid, what’s your deal?"
Wang Zhan replied lifelessly, "Leave me alone. Let me be dead for a while!"
...
After almost half a month of surviving the torment of the Poison Dragon Bees, Wang Zhan reaped substantial rewards.
Although he couldn’t counter every attacking Poison Dragon Bee, he could withstand over ninety percent of the attacks. The remaining ten percent, Wang Zhan, now numb to the pain, simply ignored.
On the open ground, the Old Man watched Wang Zhan, whose handsome appearance had been restored, and nodded with satisfaction. "Now, you’ve pretty much mastered about seventy to eighty percent of the Black Yellow Energy’s application. How do you feel?"
Rolling his eyes, Wang Zhan glanced at the Old Man and said, grinding his teeth, "If I could beat you, I’d tie you up and let the Poison Dragon Bees ’comfort’ you day and night!"
The Old Man smirked, ignoring Wang Zhan’s curse, and continued, "To your front right, there’s a middle-ranked royal-level beast. You can go fight a few rounds with it. Its strength should be slightly greater than yours. Even if you can’t win, you should be able to escape. You can use it to temper your Black Yellow Body!"
As soon as he heard he would be fighting a beast, Wang Zhan’s eyes flashed with a fiery light!
"It hasn’t been easy! So many days! I’ve been tortured to the brink of death! Today, I can finally unleash everything!" Wang Zhan roared, a savage glint in his eyes, as he soared into the sky and rushed towards the beast the Old Man had mentioned.
Watching Wang Zhan soar into the sky, the Old Man felt gratified and proud, mumbling to himself, "The Black Yellow Energy, which others would need a year or even longer to master, he mastered in less than a month. As expected of..."
...
In a corner of the southeast of Quan State City, a man with traces of blood on his mouth and grief-filled eyes curled up on the ground.
The King-level weapon in his hand was already completely broken in two.
His trembling fingers took out the last bottle of Essence Energy Pills from his bosom. After looking at it, he sighed, saying, "It seems my mission is doomed to fail this time!"
As he spoke, he picked up the broken blade and slowly stood up. Through the remnants of a ruined wall, he looked at a Spiked Armor Cheetah—a beast twenty meters long and covered with spikes—feeling utterly helpless.
Is cruel Heaven really determined to see me perish?
The man tightened his grip on the broken blade, his gaze slowly shifting back to the Essence Energy Pills.
This was his last supply. If he really consumed this last bottle of Essence Energy Pills, he would face only two possibilities! The first is to kill the Spiked Armor Cheetah, obtain the beast core he needs, and then flee for his life. The second is to perish here. But he had already tried his best and still failed to defeat the Spiked Armor Cheetah. Now, even if he takes this Essence Energy Pill, what difference would it make? Wouldn’t he still end up as food for this beast?
Thinking about the fate he was about to face, the man gritted his teeth, placed the broken blade against his neck, and said shakily, "Humanity... will never be..."
WHOOSH!
BANG!
Before he could utter the word "slaves," a sonic boom suddenly tore through the sky. Then, a streak of black light flashed past and fiercely smashed into the Spiked Armor Cheetah.
