"Oh, and one more thing. Making or losing money is a small matter; we're friends, aren't we?"

Tears welled up in Su Tao's heart—friends indeed, the kind of friend who would send another straight into the jaws of a beast!

Wang Zha laughed heartily.

"So, we should support each other, right? Don't you dare let me lose face; that would be a disaster. As for money, even ten billion isn't much. It's just a number; we don't need to be so calculating about it.

Here's how: after we get out, you quickly transfer it to my card. Whatever you make afterward is none of my business. This is my card number; take it down quickly..."

What else could Su Tao say?

Bandit? Hooligan? Bastard? This is utter nonsense! This Wang Zhan kid isn't even human. What kind of half-grown brat acts like him, with that shameless face, changing expressions at the drop of a hat...

But he didn't dare let any of it show on his face, only seething with impotent rage inwardly, a devil roaring in his heart.

I just wanted to earn some cultivation resources and prepare to go home for further studies! Heavens! Earth! Why did you let me run into such a birdbrain?!

Wang Zhan finally recited his bank card number, and the matter was settled.

He was quite pleased. A rough calculation showed he'd made ten billion in less than five or six minutes.

The efficiency was high, the income excellent. In the future, he could proudly tell people he was someone who made tens of millions every few seconds. Very nice.

It was true—tens of millions, up or down, every few seconds.

However, considering the battlefield was still in a massive chaotic brawl, even "slaughtering pigs" like this was small fry now. Wang Zhan couldn't afford to waste any more time.

With a grand wave of his hand, he grabbed Su Tao's shoulder and declared, "Let's go! I'm taking you to slaughter some pigs! HAHAHA..."

Su Tao finally snapped out of his previous state, yet a strange sense of heroic spirit surged within him.

It seemed that in Wang Zhan's eyes, those bizarre and ferocious beasts were truly nothing more than a herd of pigs squealing as they awaited slaughter. How domineering!

It had been nearly half an hour since the Beast Nest Sky Descent, and the four Martial Emperors had yet to receive reinforcements.

The part of the battlefield they occupied was eerily silent, suffused with a deathly stillness, as if fallen into a soundless world. They were mutually restraining each other, none able to make a move.

But at the edges of the battlefield, chaos reigned.

There were mid to high-level beasts that had escaped the Four Symbols Formation, and human experts who had arrived as reinforcements from Jing State. They crisscrossed, hunting each other, painting vivid scrolls of bloody, brutal, and confused slaughter.

Its name was the Scroll of Death.

Normally, such a scroll would depict a stalemate, perhaps even one dominated by death. However, contrary to everyone's expectations, a madman had appeared on the battlefield. Covered in blood, he was still fighting the beasts and had even delivered over a thousand finishing blows. Since his arrival, the Human Race had suddenly gained countless experts adept at getting away from battles.

The overall battlefield might still be holding on, victory a distant prospect. However, in local skirmishes, humans were pressing their advantage, conditions becoming increasingly favorable, and their forces growing stronger with each engagement.

"KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"

BOOM! A leader-level beast's corpse abruptly split in two.

The blood-spraying madman, his voice completely distorted and hoarse, burst out laughing. Unseen by others, a loyal cameraman followed closely behind him.

"Slow... slow down... HUFF HUFF HUFF... Grandpa Wang... Sir, slow down a bit!"

Su Tao's face was etched with frustration. He considered himself a Martial General, at least. Though an Internal Energy Warrior, his physical constitution was decent, but compared to Wang Zhan, the difference was like heaven and earth. They were simply incomparable.

Behind him, the human experts who had been freed were reveling in their narrow escape from death. They then looked gratefully in the direction Wang Zhan had departed.

"Who the hell is this madman? So ruthless! A leader-level beast is just a one-slash kill for him."

"Why bother with that? As long as he's one of the Human Race, that's enough. He's saved us twice now. We can't keep losing face; we must slaughter a leader-level beast ourselves!"

"HAHAHAHA, this is the great fortune of our Human Race, everyone! With such an expert to stabilize the situation, why overexert ourselves killing enemies? We should recover quickly and rush to the next battlefield..."

A Grandmaster fumbled for a beast core but found nothing. He asked in confusion, "Didn't that senior look down on these beast cores? Why did he take it?"

Someone laughed and chided, "Even if he looks down on them, that senior still needs to replenish his Essence Energy. Didn't you see him spraying blood everywhere? I suspect he's already nearing his limit and about to collapse."

"I'm not interested in beast cores; I'm more curious about that senior's realm. I've heard that those at the Martial King Realm and above can use beast cores to replenish Essence Energy, but I don't think that senior has reached the Martial Emperor Realm, has he?..."

What Wang Zhan didn't know was this:

He had transformed from the initial madman, the expert, the senior who cared nothing for worldly possessions, into a hero whose tales were spread by word of mouth—a figure hidden within the Federation, ready to step forward at any critical moment.

It was truly the fortune of the Human Race, fortunate in its unity and shared purpose.

"Humans will never be slaves!"

"KILL! KILL!"

Once again, a battlefield erupted in a cacophony of battle cries as the experts of the Human Race fought with death-defying courage.

A group of experts from the Jing State Internal Affairs Department was besieging a General-level beast comparable to a low to mid-level Grandmaster.

Unfortunately, its fangs were sharp and its attacks vicious. Even though the experts from the Internal Affairs Department were clearly more powerful than this beast, they were still harassed into a wretched state.

This continued until an elusive figure arrived solemnly. With a thunderous roar and a flash of saber light, he dominated the field, the attack sweeping across the wilderness.

"Move aside! Let me!"

"DIE!"

BOOM!

The corpse split in two, blood gushing forth, soaking the yellow earth with crimson nutrients, resembling a graveyard of life and death.

Then, Wang Zhan's voice, in a way imperceptible to outsiders, faltered slightly, and he almost stumbled.

Immediately, an illusory figure appeared by Wang Zhan's side, supported him, and silently whisked him away.

Truly, he accomplished a great deed and departed, seeking neither credit nor fame.

"HAHAHA, everyone, we will meet again if fate allows!"

He left behind a crowd with conflicted expressions, watching his receding figure in bewilderment.

"Who on earth is this person? Is he snatching our spoils of war?"

"This isn't the first time! So what if he's a hero of the Federation? Is he trying to make us feel how incompetent we are?"

"The next time we see him, we must warn him! If he dares to obstruct our actions again and barge into our battlefield without permission, he'll face the consequences!"

Was there anyone from the Internal Affairs Department who wasn't usually lawless? Yet now, Wang Zhan's actions made them feel exceptionally aggrieved.

They all came from prominent families and powerful factions, their standards exceedingly high.

What kind of Martial Artists hadn't they seen? What realm of experts hadn't they encountered? That madman was simply going too far!

Moreover, he was covered in blood that was still gushing out. It was obvious he had used some forbidden means to gain such strength. He might revert to his original state in an instant.

How dare such a mediocrity act so presumptuously before them?

Ignorant, arrogant, utterly foolish!

Some rejoiced, some seethed with hatred, some were filled with sorrow.

"The Four Symbols Formation... is about to break..."

Chu Yuming, his body scarred and battered, had appeared on the scene at some point. He looked up at the Four Symbols Formation above, his expression complex, his gaze grave and solemn.

Half an hour had passed since the Beast Nest Sky Descent. The four Martial Emperors were all exhausted, but reinforcements had yet to arrive.

What on earth was the Federation doing? Didn't they know that once the four Martial Emperors fell, even if Jing State City still had many low-level Martial Emperors, no one would be a match for the Beast Nest? The city's fall would be imminent.

"...These are not matters for us to concern ourselves with. Since the Martial Arts Academy decided to send our four groups into the battlefield to gain experience, all we need to do is hunt beasts," Yuan Mengru said indifferently, gently plucking a leaf that had somehow stuck to her face, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

The beast's blood had already dried on her face. They had been on the battlefield for nearly ten minutes but, aside from killing one upper-class Soldier-level beast, had achieved nothing else.

A subtle, meaningful curve played on Lin Xiaoyin's lips.

"Mentor, are you there?"

There seemed to be no response from the surroundings, yet these five or six most talented youths of the younger generation didn't find it strange at all.

They were the hope of their respective Martial Arts Academies. If they weren't being protected, how could they have been allowed to venture out onto the battlefield?

"Mentor, if you don't show yourselves soon, we're going to hunt General-level beasts, you know!" Lin Xiaoyin joked.

Finally, a figure with a humble smile, now tinged with a hint of helplessness, appeared, descending from the sky.

"Nonsense. Do you think General-level beasts are something you can handle? Go hunt your upper-class Soldier-level beasts. If those manage to break into the wilderness, they are the true potential disaster."

It was a subtle but critical distinction. General-level beasts and above were easily identifiable by their potent auras and abundant vital energy. However, upper-class Soldier-level beasts were not much different from ordinary soldier-level beasts. If they truly hid, they would be very difficult to thoroughly investigate unless an incident occurred.

However, the group of young people ignored him, simply watching him quietly.

Chu Yuming frowned and said, "They actually dispatched a Grandmaster to protect us? Is the Federal Martial Arts Academy's strength so abundant now?"

He didn't recognize this Grandmaster. However, everyone knew how significant a Grandmaster's contribution could be in battle. Yet, this one was effectively shackled, staying by their side.

What a waste.

The newcomer laughed helplessly. "You are all more valuable than all of them, even more so than Jing State itself. So, don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame your own extraordinary Talent. The Federation cannot afford to lose you!"

A silence fell over the group.

Just as Hanqing was about to speak, Yuan Mengru looked up, brushed a strand of dark hair from her forehead, and said with a half-smile, "Since such an important figure is protecting us, we mustn't let it go to waste. As it happens, I've spotted a high-level General-level beast. Teacher, this shouldn't be too much trouble for you, right?"

Didn't you say we're more important than anyone else? Well then, perfect! You can just work a little harder and do the heavy lifting for us!

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