Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 492 Core of Martial Arts_1

But who could have predicted it? They had encountered a freak named Wang Zhan.

Though Wang Zhan’s realm was still a world away from the power of a Martial Emperor, a distance seemingly impossible to bridge, he possessed something unique. He had a sliver of insight into the Martial Emperor Realm and a formidable strength, with an Essence Energy reserve equivalent to that of a Martial Emperor.

Thus, Wang Zhan had instantly closed the gap between himself and these creatures.

Consider this: one was like an adult in a child’s body, while the other was a child in an adult’s body. The difference was profound. While there was no way to truly compensate for the foundational depth of the Martial Emperor Realm, a child possessing an adult’s physique and coordination could certainly show its opponent the meaning of a hammer’s force!

Moreover, Wang Zhan was inherently a warrior who fought for the sake of battle, growing stronger with each engagement. He was long accustomed to all kinds of fights and had often found himself at a disadvantage. Consequently, through such experiences, he had cultivated a combat style that grew increasingly frenzied and almost recklessly unreserved the longer he fought.

With this advantage, Wang Zhan, at this moment, actually surpassed each of these giant snakes individually. The only remaining issue was their sheer numbers.

But for Wang Zhan, this numerical disparity wasn’t a problem at all. After all, even if he were a pig, the System could make him soar. And he was no pig; he was a cunning, ruthless little fox.

Therefore, before these creatures could even react, Wang Zhan had already reached his designated target: one of the giant snakes.

Then, the Essence Energy within him surged. He expended it even more extravagantly than the giant snake, which was creating clones as if they cost nothing. This power coursed through Wang Zhan’s body, relentlessly and unceasingly, rapidly reinforcing weak points in his defenses. It pushed him to the limit, his face turning crimson, his body becoming stained with blood.

One could only imagine the immense intensity and pressure of the raging Essence Energy concealed within Wang Zhan at this moment!

Indeed, if the Martial Emperors in the Federation, or even the Old Man who had tricked Wang Zhan into heading to the Southwest region, were to witness this, their first reaction would likely be shock. This Wang Zhan isn’t just reckless with his energy; he’s completely out of his mind, risking his very life!

Everyone present felt it. In that instant, Wang Zhan’s aura didn’t just erupt; it skyrocketed, multiplying several times over its original intensity. Even his skin, initially a deep, dye-like red, began to crack and bleed under the relentless lashing of his Essence Energy, presenting a ghastly sight.

Few could bear to witness such a scene directly. For ordinary people, this would be a matter of life and death. Even for Martial Artists, operating at such high intensity, they would likely cripple themselves before even succeeding in killing their enemy. For Martial Artists who revered strength, this would be a fate worse than death.

But for Wang Zhan, such concerns were irrelevant. To kill enemies, especially those of a higher realm, how could one expect rewards without paying a price?

Moreover, in the current situation, be it ordinary people or Martial Artists, if any fear of death lingered in their hearts, they would undoubtedly perish at the hands of these formidable foes.

That was why Wang Zhan dared to mobilize his Essence Energy in such a manner, utterly disregarding the consequences, to the point where anyone witnessing it would deem him a mad man.

However, no one knew the full extent of his actions. Wang Zhan was not merely acting like a mad man; he was even more frenzied than a true one!

Otherwise, he would not have attained the formidable power he wielded today. He wouldn’t have been able to survive an encounter with a mad man unscathed when he was at his weakest. He even managed to incorporate that mad man into his own domain, turning him into a valuable ally at many critical moments.

It was this nature that allowed him, even now in the Federation, while everyone believed him imprisoned, to remain free and confront a lifelong nemesis this very day!

This was the true foundation of Wang Zhan’s strength. It was also the ultimate power he relied upon to remain invincible in every battle.

When faced with battle, he would always fight! When met with conflict, he would always become frenzied!

An old saying preached sacrificing life for righteousness. Today, Wang Zhan was fighting his way from death towards life.

Thus, the saying held true: "If you don’t go mad, you can’t survive."

Facing these behemoths, each a peak King-level entity, and ones possessing the foundational power of a Martial Emperor at that, one could only imagine what Wang Zhan needed to do to save himself. It required an unprecedented level of madness, an utterly deranged desperation that chilled one to the bone!

His frenzy was so intense that even the giant snake before him felt a piercing, scorching heat, like a needle-sharp gaze.

Only by doing this could Wang Zhan maintain his intimidating presence in such a battle, preventing himself from being overwhelmed and instantly defeated. He actually dared to completely disregard his physical condition, continuously mobilizing the boiling Essence Energy within him. Then, through a relentless process of compression, more compression, and still more compression, he concentrated this Essence Energy into specific parts of his body, building up power!

And even that wasn’t enough. He also mobilized every last drop of essence energy from the Origin Point within him, a gift from the System, pushing it to surge wildly!

He ignored how tempestuous the Essence Energy became as the essence energy tried to repair his body, and how agonizing the pain was. He disregarded how perilous such a state was—more dangerous than dancing on a steel wire. Yet, he remained unmoved.

This explained why, from the outside, Wang Zhan’s body looked so battered, as if on the verge of collapse. It was due to the severe repercussions of compressing such a vast amount of powerful Essence Energy, his body groaning under the strain of its turbulent might.

But he simply continued this cycle, as if nothing before him mattered. It was as if his own body were merely a tool, a block of wood, completely indifferent to the onslaught of pain.

Then, he slowly fixed his gaze entirely on the giant snake’s clone before him. He smiled as he faced it, almost as if greeting a friend.

Yet, even the slightest upward curl of Wang Zhan’s lips seemed to make the clone sense an impending storm of blood and gore, a ferocious onslaught about to crash down!

His aura was overwhelming, his coldness absolute.

Instantly, the giant snake’s clone sensed something was amiss. Alarm bells rang in its mind, and its perception of danger surged relentlessly, like a suicidal wave crashing against the shore, willing to shatter itself into a mere wisp of smoke for that one powerful impact.

It immediately roared a warning, its eyes flashing with tension and trepidation. Yes, for some reason, upon meeting Wang Zhan’s gaze at this moment, it felt that Wang Zhan was more like a powerful, bloodthirsty beast than it was itself.

So it bellowed, "Careful! This boy still has a trump card!"

In an instant, the thunderous shout alerted all the other giant snake clones in the area. They immediately turned towards the clone that had cried out, a flicker of apprehension and uncertainty in their minds.

This boy still has a trump card? What could it be? they wondered. Such a powerful feeling! This boy definitely possesses the strength to kill us with a single blow! Has the Human Race truly become this formidable?

Once, in the eyes of beasts, the Human Race held no secrets; they were merely a foolish, stubborn, yet somewhat intelligent and detestable race.

But now, this supreme beast, already having ascended to the royal level, was plunged into deep contemplation and vigilance.

The Human Race... is no longer what it once was!

If the youth are strong, then the Human Race is strong! And this young man before me, merely at the Martial General Realm, can already contend with a Martial Emperor. Who knows what kind of powerhouse he will become once he truly matures, how overwhelmingly strong he will be!

And so, at this very moment, a chillingly ruthless thought flashed through the mind of the original giant snake, hidden somewhere unknown.

Kill him! I must kill him! Kill this hope of the Human Race!

But then, it hesitated, as if another will struggled within its mind. If I could have killed him, I would have done so long ago. Why wait until now? This lad is not so easily killed! We must try our utmost to eliminate him! If we fail, we must flee immediately. From now on, unless we break through to a higher level than royal, we will hide until he dies of old age...

After all, the lifespan of the Beast Clan was vastly different from that of the Human Race, who lived merely a hundred years or so, sometimes even less. Beasts, on the other hand, easily lived for hundreds, even thousands of years, possessing long lives and robust vitality. If seeds of longevity truly existed in this world, then the Beast Clan undoubtedly possessed half of them!

Therefore, although the Human Race appeared powerful now, as long as the Beast Clan could wait patiently, eventually, no one would be their match.

However, what truly unsettled the original giant snake’s mind was this: As a true Martial Emperor, should I really shy away from fighting a mere fledgling of the Human Race, a young whelp still wet behind the ears? If word of this got out, what would become of my dignity as a Martial Emperor of the Beast Clan? Indeed, if the Beast Clan learned that one of their own had acted so disgracefully, they would likely be the first to demand my death!