Getting Stronger By Fighting-Chapter 515 - 513 - Living_1

Because when all the clones of the giant snake gradually merged into the giant snake’s main body, the main body’s speed was no longer describable as ’swift as the wind and fast as lightning.’ Instead, it was fleeting, nearly reaching the point where it could leave an afterimage! Moreover, if the sharp-eyed Old Man was not mistaken, then clearly, the enormous creature in front of him could actually reduce its own body size.

It is well known that the larger the cross-sectional area, the greater the wind resistance it encounters. That is to say, when facing this giant snake beast, which could not be assessed by common sense, its threat lay not merely in its strength, but also in its powerful ability to instantly increase its own speed!

Thus, the Old Man was under immense pressure. He could only look at Wang Zhan, who had fallen into a deep sleep and was already half-dead, and curse in frustration, "You brat! God damn it, you’re screwing us over!"

If he had known that the "ordinary beast" Wang Zhan often mentioned would turn out to be such a monster, he would never have agreed to come, not even if he were beaten to death! Now look what had happened. If those old codgers saw him running like this... Although it was unlikely anyone would be a laughingstock for ten thousand years, those fellows would certainly ridicule him for the next few decades. His lifelong prestige would be utterly ruined!

However, it couldn’t be helped. Even though the Old Man was very worried this scene would be publicized, he was clearly more concerned about becoming prey. Specifically, prey for the big guy behind him—the kind that wouldn’t even fill its stomach. So, what else could he do?

Run! Run without stopping, without looking back...

But what the Old Man didn’t know was that while he was frantically fleeing, dodging the giant snake’s pursuit, a pair of tiny eyes had suddenly and silently appeared on an inconspicuous patch of Wang Zhan’s skin. Then, before the Old Man had any time to react, they quickly retracted and hid again.

He was called Monster, the second, sufficiently mad Soul within Wang Zhan’s Origin Point. This Monster was a new creation. As Wang Zhan saw himself about to fall, he hadn’t hesitated to pay the huge price of ten percent of his mental energy to engrave into its mind an operational directive as immutable as law. The purpose was to ensure Wang Zhan’s safety.

The first objective was preventative: if the Old Man decided to abandon him, Monster had to intervene, save Wang Zhan, and then do everything in its power to carry Wang Zhan from the battlefield.

The second objective was also preventative: if the Old Man saved him but then plotted to harm Wang Zhan, Monster would temporarily gain supreme authority to take over Wang Zhan’s body and kill without mercy anyone who tried to harm him.

Of course, this approach was not without complications.

The first complication was that Wang Zhan didn’t know if the Madman’s abilities could protect him until he woke up.

The second complication was that if Monster truly took control of Wang Zhan’s body, there would undoubtedly be unpredictable consequences. This was because, even in the entire Federation, there had never been a precedent of two entities like Wang Zhan and Monster being able to switch control.

However, the one thing Wang Zhan didn’t need to worry about was whether Monster would betray him. He didn’t care if the Monster would betray him. Because the current Monster, when compared to that free-moving Madman—if the Madman could still be considered an individual with independent intellect—then Monster had long since become Wang Zhan’s puppet. A puppet with little autonomy. Only in this way could he feel completely secure and have more control over the future situation.

Although Wang Zhan was prepared, the process was destined to be agonizing. He had anticipated this and experienced countless impacts from Essence Energy, which caused injuries throughout his body. However, this time was different. The intense force from simultaneously executing two Fatal One Slashes made his thoughts reel like a boat about to capsize at any moment, blurring his consciousness.

He could only vaguely hear what seemed to be a furious roar transmitted from far away, and, much closer, the continuous, frantic screams and curses.

It sounded like...

"Where are you running! ...Die!"

"...Damn it! You beast, you’re actually still kicking! Just you wait, I’ll make you pay sooner or later..."

BANG...

RUMBLE!

"Damn it! Beast, are you serious? Just you wait, I’ll collect your corpse later..."

All in all, he didn’t know how long it had been. It felt so long that, in Wang Zhan’s mind, the concept of time had vanished.

Then, all of a sudden, Wang Zhan abruptly opened his eyes, fearing that everything happening before him would instantly cause his already taut mind to completely snap.

And so, Wang Zhan saw it—the somewhat blurry azure-blue mirror.

Without a doubt, it was the Old Man’s foundation. After a series of frantic sprints, even while carrying a burden like Wang Zhan, the Old Man had somehow managed to stubbornly survive. He even had the leisure to tease Wang Zhan, "Awake? You sure are lucky, boy. Damn it, if it weren’t for that girl, I wouldn’t have bothered with you. But, ah, I have some bad news to tell you. Hmm, that beast unintentionally struck your ’bird.’ I might have to apologize to the girl..."

Wang Zhan didn’t respond. He knew his body better than anyone. Moreover, to prevent various future troubles that could arise if Monster took over his body, he had already performed a quick, rough check. Therefore, there was no doubt that what the Old Man was saying now was, in the final analysis, just an attempt to fool him—who knew what ulterior motives he harbored?

However, Wang Zhan still looked at him with Solemnity and said, "Thank you for saving me!"

This had to be said. After all, the Old Man saving him was a favor; not saving him would also have been understandable. This, in turn, made Wang Zhan feel ashamed of his earlier suspicions, as if he had judged a man of character by his own petty standards.

The Old Man simply rolled his eyes at him. Such a boring boy! He had wanted to see this kid scramble to check his ’bird’ in a hilarious frenzy! Really, no fun at all!

But soon, Wang Zhan, still watching the Old Man’s retreating eye-roll, noticed that the Surroundings were different and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. His heart immediately sank, and he asked the Old Man, "Where are we?"

It was no wonder Wang Zhan felt a sense of dread; they were currently in a small room that was clearly a human dwelling. Although he couldn’t see outside, the Old Man’s faint figure, which hadn’t ventured out, was enough to reveal the truth of their situation to Wang Zhan. His ordeal was clearly far from over.

Sure enough, the Old Man’s voice also became somewhat low as he stated coldly, "Quan State..."

Upon hearing this, a tremor violently shook Wang Zhan to his core. It was like an intense earthquake erupting from within, and he had to force himself to suppress his emotions and prevent them from overflowing. At this point, Wang Zhan, already realizing something was terribly wrong, didn’t even dare to extend his mental energy to carefully scout the Surroundings, fearing he might attract unwanted attention.

He could only endure the intense pain as he struggled to his feet. He laboriously made his way to the window, pulled the curtain back just a tiny crack, and peered outside with his naked eyes.

Then, in an instant, his pupils contracted with unprecedented gravity!

He could see that this was likely a part of Quan State City that had survived the disaster, not completely destroyed. However, the scenery outside was drastically different from what Wang Zhan remembered. The tall buildings, the pedestrians, the bustling traffic—all of it had transformed into an unimaginable stillness. It was so quiet that it seemed this wasn’t a city of the Human Race at all, but rather a dead city, sealed off for who knew how many days and nights.

Moreover, the scene before him conveyed a fact that would shock the entire Federation. Ever since the Dark Age passed and the Federation was founded, no Human Race Giant Cities had collapsed. Yet, at this moment, one of them lay silently buried right here.

This also signified that the Beast Clan was launching a new offensive. Perhaps the prolonged stalemate had made them impatient, or perhaps the situation on the Star War Battlefield had made them sense a crisis.

Regardless, the fiercely burning flames of war, witnessed by these two, had once again swept from the Star War Battlefield to the Earth Federation—and this time, it was unstoppable.

Wang Zhan fell silent, his pupils fixed on the scene before him. Then, slowly, with his back still to the Old Man, he asked, "What about Three Seven? Is he still alive?"

He knew they had both been chased like stray dogs, forced to flee until they had no choice but to hide in the most dangerous place, Quan State, rather than entering openly. This alone was enough to indicate that the forces their enemy had deployed in the Southwest states were beyond anything they could have imagined. Even though the two of them were equivalent to two powerful Human Race Martial Emperors, at this moment, they were undoubtedly just throwing an egg against a stone.

Let alone an ordinary person.

So, the Old Man could only say helplessly, "No idea if he’s alive or dead, or where he is. Of course, if I hadn’t been carrying you, you burden, I probably would have had time to save him."

There was one thing the Old Man didn’t say, but it was an unspoken truth between them: Wang Zhan was not just a burden; he was also an incredibly talented Martial Artist.