Tempest of the Stellar War

The first up was not from Aslan. If it were, they would not be sneaking about. And there were perhaps ten more people hidden in the area. Regardless, the first one up was brave.

Wang Zheng stoked his campfire and gently massaged his bracelet. He then looked up. “Name.”

“Norton Star battle team captain, Zhang Zhun. I look forward to your lesson.” Zhang Zhun’s face was the picture of seriousness.

The first one up was not here to kill him… an admirer.

Nothing wrong with that. Norton Star was not weak. Within the top 128 teams, they might be ranked about 70. To break through would be extremely difficult, and, most crucially, his members had encountered difficulties in the qualifiers. They were basically doomed in this competition, which was why he had come here to fulfill his dream.

Wang Zheng could clearly tell the difference between sincerity and bloodthirst. Only, at such a tense moment, even the sincerity seemed especially dangerous. This person was not a bystander – he might turn on him at any time.

Wang Zheng sketched a gesture of welcome. Zhang Zhun shrugged off his shirt, revealing a solidly built body.

With a roar, his flesh suddenly began to swell. A powerful aura swept out. Ability X?

There was some doubt in the forest. But that was not the case. Wang Zheng could feel that this power stemmed from within, rather than borrowed the energy of the world.

Within Zhang Zhun’s frame was an energy field, which surprised him. This had to be one of the ancient art practitioners that Charcoal was just talking about.

“Heaven Raising Iron Body – Zhang Zhun!”

BOOM… With a step, the earth shook and dust exploded. Zhang Zhun flew towards Wang Zheng with murderous intent.

Boom…

Zhang Zhun was stunned, and those watching from the shadows were stunned as well. Zhang Zhun had landed a blow right square on Wang Zheng’s face with a solid delivery.

Wang Zheng’s leg feinted, and Zhang Zhun hastily backflipped twice to dodge it. Wang Zheng rubbed his face and rolled his neck. Having no feeling of pain was indeed a very troublesome thing. He had to enter the stage. Pain could help him react faster and more alertly. Although he had no feeling, that had awakened his memory.

“Looks like your constitution is suited to the defensive tank type. If you can endure one punch from me, you win.”

Wang Zheng said. Zhang Zhun was stunned, and those hidden were shocked as well. What did this mean? Damn, this Wang Zheng was running away, and looking for an excuse to surrender!

But nobody dared to act hastily. Because whoever moved now would be the next target after Wang Zheng. The second person would attract a lot of hate, but the third… that would be better.

Besides, this Zhang Zhun looked much easier to deal with.

All eyes were locked on Zhang Zhun. He abruptly nodded. He retreated a step, looking especially serious.

Only those who actually trained in the physical techniques could see the truth of Wang Zheng’s battles. A majority thought it was Ability X and his terrifying hybrid abilities. But Zhang Zhun knew that Ability X was not the key to victory, but the prodigious physical abilities that had seen him through from start to finish of every battle. The amazing spinning move that had finished off Mars had stemmed from stunning physical ability. Anyone who trained in the physical arts would want to challenge that. They could not help their attraction.

Roar…

Zhang Zhun’s body suddenly transformed, like an animal’s. His eyes burned with fury. As a fighter, he had longed to test Wang Zheng’s power for himself for too long. Exactly what was that mysterious level capable of bringing?

Zhang Zhun was in full concentration. His arms were in front of his chest, in a locked position. No matter how powerful Wang Zheng’s punch, he could take it!

Spirit, body, and mind, as one!

Wang Zheng smiled slightly. Not bad. He at least understood why Zhang Zhun thirsted for this battle with him. He entered a calm, impenetrable state. That feeling was like hell. He had seen his performance at the Greatest King Competition, and thought to test it here.

Only, what a time to pick.

Wang Zheng stepped out and suddenly took off. His fist flew out…

Just then, someone had already trained their laser gun from the shadows. With enough people, all kinds of things would be tried. Evidently, some people were apprehensive, others less so. Finish off Wang Zheng. Regardless of the outcome, you would become famous overnight. That was enough. Elimination, so be it!

Only, given Wang Zheng’s skills, a missed shot could pose a huge danger. Waiting for him to unleash his full-power blow would be the opportune moment to strike.

Just as Wang Zheng’s punch was flying full force towards the defending Zhang Zhun, and was about to close, a gunshot rang from the woods.

A quick calculation. If Wang Zheng hit Zhang Zhun, he would definitely be hit by the laser. Blocking laser with flesh was a nightmare. This shot was aimed for Wang Zheng’s temple. Sure kill.

Given Wang Zheng’s skills, he could pull out of the blow. But then he would be going back on their agreement, and turn into a joke.

Everyone smiled snidely. They had thought that Wang Zheng was some amazing figure, but this was his limit. He took one Greatest King and was already this aggressive. It did not matter that he had tried to show off, but now he would pay the price.

This was the reason why the top 10 seeded team captains had been low-profile, and even formed alliances. Victory was king.

Boom…

With a loud bang, Zhang Zhun was sent flying more than 10 meters. Rumble… The trees in the way had been cleaned out as well.

And Wang Zheng, after delivering the blow, had vanished into the forest.

Three seconds later, an anguished wail sounded to the skies. A light rustle shook the woods.

After a while, Wang Zheng walked back out. In his hand was a hand. And that hand held a tag.

Returning to the bonfire, Wang Zheng threw the hand and tag to the side and quietly awaited the next opponent.

Only, the woods were silent. All the spectators were clear that Wang Zheng’s punch had not connected with Zhang Zhun. An indirect punch alone had sent Zhang Zhun flying.

What ability was this!?!

Ability X?

Although Ability X could be categorized by Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, that was the Solar System’s ancient way. Now, controlling, strengthening, liberating, special types were the categories favored. External application types might only be average for a mecha warrior, but were extremely powerful in close combat.

But… Wang Zheng’s Ability X was inhibited. How could he produce such power?

The most crucial was that snipe. Had he been forewarned, or was it coincidence?

And the hand beside the bonfire was even more horrifying. And the precious tag had been carelessly thrown on the ground.

Footsteps sounded, and panicked ones. It was Zhang Zhun… returning.

Wang Zheng was a little surprised. This punk didn’t know what was good for him. If he had not left him some space before the punch, he would not even be standing.

Wang Zheng’s principle for this battle was to respond accordingly. The opponent had come to test his strength, so he would comply. If the opponent had killing intent, he would return a tooth for a tooth. And for the sniper, he would not give them a second chance.

Zhang Zhun clutched his chest and walked back. Given his ability, he knew that Wang Zheng had pulled his punch. He was of a completely different level. His whole body was thrumming with pain, but it could not quench the frenzied fire in Zhang Zhun’s eyes.

This was power, even more power than his own mentor. Someone younger than him had actually reached such a level. Physical technique and Ability X – both mastered.

Zhang Zhun looked at the hand and tag on the floor without any surprise. He respectfully took his own tag out and laid it on the floor.

Wang Zheng waved it away. “Take it. I don’t lack people coming to die.”

Arrogance? Confidence?

A small matter. Wang Zheng had just discovered a feeling. He wished that the ignorant ones could feel Kashawen’s stifling control more, could feel the oppressive principles that this society was built on. Wang Zheng needed some release.

Zhang Zhun smiled bitterly. Even if Wang Zheng did not want it, he could not protect it. He dared to say that he would be dead before he walked 10 meters.

Wang Zheng seemed to have grasped his dilemma. “I could use someone to tidy up. It’s going to get messy in a while. If you’re not afraid of dying, how about staying?”

When Zhang Zhun heard this, he smiled excitedly. He kept his tag and sat down on the side.

Facing off against such an expert was of immense help to his growth. That punch had given Zhang Zhun inspiration. It was just a pity that his senses were too poor to make use of that feeling.

Seeing the number on the tag, Zhang Zhun started. “It’s Earthworm Federation’s Stowel.”

Earthworm Federation was no weakling. In the group, they ranked about 50. But Stowel had not even held up to one move from Wang Zheng.

Stowel’s neck was already disfigured.

Zhang Zhun could feel that Wang Zheng had his bloodthirst under control. Any danger or attack could rouse his savage response.

A terrifying aura caged Wang Zheng. Zhang Zhun clearly felt a chilling tremble.

Wang Zheng was waiting. Waiting for the pros to come. Anyone who coveted Aina was really asking for it!