They were the Federation's most notorious villains, part of a series of martial artists infamous for their evil deeds. In their eyes, the more ferocious their prey, the more thrilling and frenzied their slaughter became!

However, as is commonly known, the development of most things often runs counter to most people's expectations. Just like Wang Zhan…

Consequently, Wang Zhan merely looked indifferently at the man who abruptly charged, a killer move already condensed in his hand—unquestionably a mid-to-high-level fist-based close-combat martial technique. The man must have thought that as long as his fist landed on Wang Zhan, Wang Zhan was doomed! A pity, then, for that furious, wide-eyed glare of his. The sight of his menacing attack, his body surging with a majestic aura and boiling killing intent, was clearly that of a level 9 Grandmaster, just one step away from the Martial King realm.

Simultaneously, seeing he was only two breaths away, the man even left Wang Zhan a slight opening, allowing him time for a final, deathbed repentance, as he roared, "Boy, do you really think everyone in the Ming State Underground City is one of those spineless cowards from your Federation, to be humiliated by rich kids like you? You're here to beg, this isn't your turf! Now die!"

His voice shook the heavens, its imposing power rumbling. Only Martial Artists who had personally witnessed such a scene would realize this was the true, enduring Dignity of Martial Artists. Especially since many of the Martial Artists present had already reached intermediate or higher levels! A Martial King was indeed irresistible, but in the eyes of most Martial Artists, only these top-tier Grandmasters, who had not yet transcended the boundaries of the Human Race, were the true bastions of power in the human world.

But they didn't know.

Wang Zhan cackled, his voice still arrogant. They're all just obsolete, decrepit losers. They think they stand on the summit of martial arts, yet they don't realize they're merely at the starting point. So what if there are many of them? Losers are losers, nothing to worry about! This was their true nature, which Wang Zhan had seen through long ago. No matter how powerful, if they lacked courage, their spirits would be bound by the shackles of the mortal world. In that case, what was there to fear from them?

Therefore… "Losers are losers! So what if I gave you the Dragon-slaying Treasure Saber? Did you really think you'd become the hunter wielding it? No, you're just a rat scurrying by, catching a faint whiff of the Dragon-slaying Treasure Saber's scent. Hahahaha…"

At that moment, BOOM… RUMBLE… A series of violent collisions erupted.

Wang Zhan still maintained a calm demeanor. He stood proudly, his fists like a heavenly thunderstorm, his figure resembling a demonic god. The arrogant, cruel, and bloodthirsty smile on his lips—who knew how many fearful children it would startle awake from their sleep.

Now, Wang Zhan's gaze was fixed on the man before him. He appeared fierce, but in reality, his courage had been shattered by Wang Zhan's true power. At the moment of their collision, he had frozen, falling into a brief daze.

He couldn't imagine. "What... what is this power…"

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't even form a complete thought. The world started to slow down! Even if he wanted to lower his head for one last look at his own body, he was powerless. Only the whites of his eyes trembled involuntarily. Wang Zhan, however, watched him with arrogant abandon. Then, his laughter shook the heavens, ringing clearly in everyone's ears.

"Heh-heh-heh! True, I came seeking a favor, but you all misunderstood. I never planned to rely on benefits or servility to open your gates. Big guy, you picked the wrong person, but you can't blame me for that! Hahahaha! Now..."

In that critical moment, the clashing figures in the arena seemed to freeze; the very air felt void. But then, a torrent of arrogant, untamable words followed, chilling everyone to the bone. And as Wang Zhan exerted his power, he once again completely shattered the boundaries of the time seal!

"Die!!"

And so, BOOM! RUMBLE, RUMBLE… A figure was sent flying straight backward.

In just a single breath, the momentum in the arena had abruptly and drastically changed. The image lingering in the eyes of the surrounding crowd was of the man being blasted backward, retreating continuously with no strength to retaliate, a line of Fresh Blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Drop by drop, streak by streak. It was as if a spiderweb, spun by some great carnivorous spider, had formed in mid-air, etching itself deep into everyone's hearts.

A wave of bewilderment and panic swept through them.

"Am I… seeing things?"

"What the hell is this!"

"Why did this happen! Ah Shi is clearly a level 9 Grandmaster, so why can't he even dodge a single punch from this young man?!"

Indeed, the instantaneous change in the arena was simply inexplicable, subverting everyone's understanding. Just moments before, people could only see a raging Grandmaster rushing maniacally, his hands already beginning to gather energy. Especially those familiar with that Grandmaster knew it well. That Grandmaster's fists were never simple to block; they unleashed a compound martial technique! If he was given a chance to display his martial arts without interruption, this technique would continuously build power, becoming increasingly wild, increasingly demonic, until it was almost uncontainable, approaching the power of a high-grade, mid-tier Earth-level Martial Technique!

But now, what did they witness?

Just one second. Only a single, brief second.

Wang Zhan, using his fists like a common street brawler, had leisurely waited for the Grandmaster—on whom everyone had pinned such high hopes—to deliver himself to his doorstep, only to be struck directly in a vital point, a punch landing squarely in the center of his chest. It seemed as though he was punching a lump of cotton wool. Yet, when the fist landed, that 'lump of cotton' was no longer soft. Instead, directly compressed by Wang Zhan's immense power, it suddenly solidified, completely changing its form. Naturally, when it reached the final, critical moment, his only fate was to become like a pebble, kicked far, far away!

And now, unquestionably, Wang Zhan had done just that!

BOOM! RUMBLE… The sound was still reverberating.

Even though myriad thoughts raced through everyone's minds, only a brief instant had passed. Thus, they continued to watch, witnessing the final sight left in this world by the once formidably aggressive Grandmaster named Ah Shi. It was building after building, each pierced through with holes of varying sizes! Through these small apertures, people could even glimpse the chaotic truth of the lives hidden behind these buildings, and the final image of that Grandmaster, once powerful, now falling helplessly into a small room.

「The next moment.」

Chen Min suddenly fixed her gaze on Wang Zhan, the corners of her mouth turning frosty, her eyes stern and chillingly cold.

"You are...a Martial King?"

Yes! "He's a Martial King too?" Everyone was suddenly jolted by the realization. After all, no Grandmaster could possibly possess such destructive power. A Grandmaster, relying on fists alone, might be able to demolish an entire building. But they could never just punch a roughly human-shaped hole through it while leaving the rest of the outer wall intact! This level of control and destructive power could only belong to experts above the Grandmaster level. And compared to the even higher Martial Emperor level, Grandmasters were insignificant. Besides, if Wang Zhan truly possessed Martial Emperor level strength, these onlookers would have likely kneeled and surrendered long ago. So, was the power of the Martial King Realm the ultimate truth Wang Zhan had kept hidden?

Everyone was stunned.

Then, someone voiced the disbelief: "Impossible! The Federation can't suddenly produce two young geniuses at the Martial King level! No matter how monstrously talented they are, the Federation shouldn't be capable of this. Otherwise, why is the Beast Clan still ravaging our lands?"

"But the problem is, if this kid isn't a Martial King, why was Ah Shi sent flying like that? If we hadn't seen it with our own eyes, we'd suspect we were hallucinating! We'd become the laughingstock of Ming State Underground City!"

Consider how imposing and aggressive their Grandmaster had been just moments before, clearly an unwelcome visitor with hostile intentions. But now? He wasn't just scared out of his wits; it was as if he'd forgotten how to wet himself from fear! His entire body had fallen deathly still, showing no further stirrings of life!

Moreover, many people had seen… They had seen the current state of that pitiful, helpless Grandmaster lying on the ground. They had seen the Fresh Blood trickling down the corner of the wall, his eyes filled with confusion, alarm, and terror, darting about evasively. And beneath him, there was a puddle of a color that was clearly not blood.

In truth, this was because Wang Zhan's immense blow had temporarily suppressed his bodily functions. Only when the dust had settled and his consciousness had long since dissipated could his body finally exhibit its most instinctive responses. In other words, his consciousness had vanished, but the complete death of his physical body had been delayed by the violence inflicted upon it.

At this, everyone fell silent. The atmosphere in the arena once again turned solemn. Because accompanying this brutal truth was the revelation of Wang Zhan's true combat power. As a result, many of the mixed presences in the crowd suddenly vanished, leaving only a few scattered, powerful figures. Clearly, it was those Grandmasters, and indeed the more powerful Grandmasters among them, who had personally witnessed Wang Zhan's incredible might, felt their spirits tremble violently. How could they still dare to view Wang Zhan with hostility and treat him as prey? They had long wished they could flee as far as possible.

Regrettably, with their superiors right beside them, escape was impossible. Therefore, their only option was to… remain silent, lower their banners, and suppress their presence! It was as if everyone beneath that realm had, with an uncanny tacit understanding, chosen the final option: avoid battle!

However, things having reached this stage, the few Martial Kings present couldn't blame their subordinates—those Grandmasters and Grandmaster-level experts—for their reactions. This was also an obvious fact. No one would submit without reason. And not many could command others to step forward at a critical moment and senselessly sacrifice their lives for them.

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