"Why!? Why is it like this!?" Jonson Charles shrieked. He knelt on the ground, eyes wide, gritting his teeth, his forehead veins bulging, his fingernails digging into the soil. He was now beginning to doubt his life. His heart was convulsing, and all the strength in his body seemed to have evaporated, rendering him completely powerless!! Why! Why has it come to this!!

Ever since I inherited the title of Lancelot, along with that legendary armor and Longsword, I've never been defeated. I was even confident I could contend with the fabled Holy Spirit powerhouses. But this time, I was defeated by an unknown Chinese Martial Artist, one I'd never even heard of before!! And it was a total crush!! The opponent shattered the Indestructible Lake Light with just a single finger, effortlessly! How is this possible!? Why would something like this happen!?

Jonson Charles suddenly looked up, his gaze fixated on Qin Heng as he roared in a low voice, "Who are you? Who exactly are you, and why are you so strong? Why!?"

Qin Heng's strength completely exceeded my imagination!! To shatter a divine sword with one finger! It's inconceivable! This is nothing short of the power to destroy miracles!! Even that girl in London who wields Excalibur and inherited the title of King Arthur might not possess such strength!! She's a powerhouse of the Holy Spirit rank! Why! Why is this Chinese Martial Artist so incredibly strong!?

"You want to know why I am strong?" Qin Heng looked at Jonson Charles with some amusement, as if looking at a fool, as if he had heard an incredibly laughable question.

"Tell me! Tell me!!" Jonson Charles roared, almost insane.

I truly can't comprehend why someone as terrifying as Qin Heng exists in this world! How can such strength go unnoticed in the Transcendent world? Why have I never heard of such an unparalleled prodigy!? Anyone who gains strength goes through a process; there's no way someone this inconceivably powerful would just appear out of nowhere!!

"This question, many have asked me," Qin Heng smiled and said. "In the Starry Sky of the universe, an Earth Immortal who had achieved Dao Harmonization and serves as the Dominator of a great teaching asked me; so did the Buddha Heavenly Lord from the Immortal realm, and even the Heavenly Emperor himself. 'Why am I so strong? Why was I able to stand shoulder to shoulder with them in such a short time? And even far surpass them?' They all couldn't understand why. Actually, there is no secret, nor any trick. It's all simply because I worked hard enough. If I hadn't devoted those few seconds to rigorous cultivation, I definitely wouldn't have the strength I have now."

"You... You, you!!??" Jonson Charles was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded. His eyes widened as he stared at Qin Heng incredulously, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

What does he mean, 'a few seconds of rigorous cultivation'!? He only cultivated for a few seconds!? He became this strong in just a few seconds!? And he still claims to be diligent enough!? Cultivating for a few seconds is considered diligent!? Damn it!! How infuriating! It's so infuriating!!

Jonson Charles was completely speechless. He felt his blood surge, overwhelmed by rage. His eyes were bloodshot, his entire face engorged. He felt like his heart was about to explode from anger!! So angry!! So very angry!! Why, why are there such pretentious people in the world!? And why is he so strong!? Why!?

"AHHHH!!" Jonson Charles roared, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood into the sky before collapsing onto the ground. His eyes were wide open, almost splitting at the rims. Blood continually poured from his mouth; his body convulsed a few times, then stilled.

"Huh?" Qin Heng paused in astonishment upon seeing this. He approached for a closer look, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. "Dead? His heart burst open, so he died from rage? That's just too fragile."

I really was just telling the truth, not a single lie. If I hadn't diligently cultivated and earnestly strived in my cultivation, how could I have started Qi Refinement at seven, achieved Nascent Soul at eight, and ascended to become an immortal at fifteen? Without this diligence, how could I have achieved Dao Verification at eighteen, and at nineteen gained the title of Eternal Immortal Emperor, ruling eternally? All of this was because I was diligent and hardworking enough. After being reborn in this parallel world, if I hadn't cultivated for those few seconds on the plane, how could I have reached the pinnacle of Qi Refinement? How could I possess the strength I have now? All of this is true! Unfortunately, Jonson Charles simply didn't believe it!

He completely couldn't understand the situation. He resented the unfairness of the heavens and became so furious that he, a peak S-rank powerhouse and a Knight of the Round table from England, actually died from sheer anger!!

"He, he's really dead?" Song Ningran looked incredulously at Jonson Charles's body, puzzled, and said, "Did he... did he die because of what you just said??"

"Perhaps." Qin Heng sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said with disappointment, "These foreign cultivators have such poor mental fortitude. They can't even withstand a few honest words from me. No wonder their strength is as weak as an ant's."

"Is it... is it really like that?" Song Ningran was a bit bewildered. She didn't understand matters between Martial Artists and didn't have a clear concept of what Qin Heng had just said.

"Alright, there's no need to be scared anymore." Qin Heng, thinking Song Ningran was still in shock, gently touched her hair and said with a smile, "Let's go. I'll take you home. Yun Lingsu's cooking should be ready, just in time for dinner."

"Go... go home?" Song Ningran was taken aback at first. Then she suddenly embraced Qin Heng and started crying, burying her head in his chest. "Boo hoo hoo! Take me home!!"

She felt so terribly wronged tonight. If Qin Heng hadn't come to rescue her, she dared not imagine what would have happened. Thankfully, Qin Heng had arrived!! Home! Home is truly where peace is found!!

「Meanwhile, in England, London.」

In a Gothic castle on the outskirts, a brilliantly lit luxurious bedroom, a blonde girl in a white nightgown sat levitating in mid-air, her entire body suffused with a milky white glow.

Her beauty was extreme, holy to the utmost. She seemed like an angel from heaven—sacred and inviolable. She possessed an innate dignity, like a ruler commanding the world, towering above all beings.

On the desk not far in front of her lay twelve silver chess pieces positioned around a model of a round table, carved exquisitely—a feat of ingenious craftsmanship.

CRACK!!

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, one of the chess pieces shattered—the one etched with the name "Lancelot."

The girl immediately opened her eyes.

Her green eyes shone like the most exquisite, dazzling gems in the world, brighter than the lights in the bedroom. Her gaze was detached and calm as she looked at the chess piece representing Lancelot.

The ancient Land of the Gods... China, is it? Interesting...

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