I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Shen Tian slowly turned around.

In the shadows, a middle-aged man wearing an old camouflage vest and reeking of alcohol was leaning against a pillar.

He was still carrying that iconic stainless steel flask.

Beneath her messy hair, a pair of cloudy eyes stared at him with a half-smile.

Wang Meng.

That "old monster" who struck fear into the hearts of Ah Fei and Reggae.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Meng tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor, the pungent liquid running down his stubble.

He wiped his mouth, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Lin girl just left, and you're already trying to desert?"

Or perhaps...

"You want to go to the battlefield and feed the monsters some extra food?"

The air seemed to freeze.

In the dimly lit underground parking lot, only the muffled hum of the exhaust fans in the distance could be heard.

Shen Tian turned around and looked calmly at the middle-aged man who reeked of alcohol.

"deserter?"

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile tinged with coldness.

"Instructor Wang, that hat is a bit too big."

"I just feel that those beasts on the front lines excite me more than playing some childish test games here."

As Shen Tian spoke, he casually straightened his cuffs.

The tone was so casual, as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.

Yet it exudes a deep-seated confidence.

Or perhaps...arrogance.

Wang Meng squinted his eyes.

The drunkenness in his cloudy eyes was rapidly fading, replaced by a dangerous glint, like that of an old wolf.

He tilted his head back and poured the last bit of strong liquor from the flask into his mouth.

He casually tossed the empty kettle on the ground.

Clang.

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the empty space.

"play house?"

Wang Meng chewed on those two words.

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to?"

"That girl Lin Qingyi spoils you and thinks you're her precious treasure."

"But in my eyes, a greenhorn like you who's never seen blood is nothing!"

He took a step forward.

boom!

An invisible aura of malevolence suddenly erupted from his seemingly颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, or decadent) body.

That was a murderous aura that had truly rolled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

If it were an ordinary first-tier martial artist, they would probably be too weak to stand just from facing this aura.

But Shen Tian remained completely still.

He didn't even blink.

With the system's added points, his mental strength had already reached the level of a first-grade mental master. This level of pressure was like a gentle breeze to him.

"Are you done talking?"

Shen Tian glanced at the time on his watch and frowned slightly.

"I left after I finished speaking. If I had gone too late, all the meat would have been eaten."

Done.

He actually didn't look at Wang Meng again and turned to walk towards the black motorcycle.

This disregard.

This is blatant contempt.

This completely ignited the powder keg in Wang Meng's heart.

"it is good."

"very good."

Wang Meng laughed in anger, his stubble-covered face looking somewhat ferocious.

"Just because someone has a little talent doesn't mean they know their place."

"Does he think that just because he joined the Po Jun Si at such a young age, he's the best in the world?"

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Lin girl."

"The content of this lesson is called..."

"Awe!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Wang Meng's one arm suddenly trembled.

Clang!

A bright flash of light suddenly erupted in the darkness without warning.

He had somehow acquired a thick-backed machete in his hand.

The blade was jet black, but the edge was blindingly white.

There are no fancy starting moves.

The cement ground beneath Wang Meng's feet instantly cracked, exploding into a spiderweb-like pattern of fissures.

He shot off like an arrow, whistling through the air, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters!

fast!

Incredibly fast!

This is Wang Meng.

That "Iron Hand Mad Blade" who once struck fear into the hearts of strange beasts on the battlefield.

Although he was forced to retire due to injuries, and although he drank heavily every day.

But even when a lion is asleep, it is still a lion!

"Lie down!"

Wang Meng let out a loud shout.

The machete in his hand was not used with the blade, but with the broad back of the blade, which was used to slap Shen Tian hard on the back.

He wanted to teach Shen Tian a lesson, not kill him.

But this angry strike was more than a thousand pounds in force.

Even a second-tier martial artist would suffer broken bones and have to stay in bed for ten days to half a month if hit by this.

He wanted to break a few of this kid's bones.

Let him know the pain.

Let him know that there are always people more capable than you, and that there's always something beyond your understanding!

Make him understand that the battlefield is not a playground, not a place where you can run wild just because you have some talent!

A strong wind howled, pressing Shen Tian's clothes tightly against his body.

That terrifying sense of oppression was like Mount Tai pressing down on you.

however.

Just as the back of the blade was about to touch Shen Tian's spine...

Shen Tian, ​​who had originally been facing away from him, suddenly seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

He slipped and misstepped.

His figure shifted half a step to the left like a ghost.

This is just half a step.

Yet it is exquisitely subtle.

call!

The heavy back of the blade grazed Shen Tian's clothes and missed, slamming into the air with a sickeningly loud bang.

"Um?"

Wang Meng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Did he dodge it?

How is that possible!

Although he didn't use his full strength, that last strike was definitely not something a mere mortal who had only recently awakened could dodge.

coincidence?

No.

Wang Meng's intuition as a veteran told him that it was no coincidence.

That was the ultimate perception of danger, and... the speed of the body's instinctive reaction.

"That's interesting."

The anger in Wang Meng's eyes subsided slightly, replaced by a curious excitement.

"No wonder he dares to be so arrogant, turns out he's quite agile."

"but……"

"Just being able to run isn't enough!"

boom!

Wang Meng's aura rose once again.

This time, he held nothing back.

Peak of Tier 2!

The terrifying blood energy belonging to a seasoned martial artist boiled within his body like a boiler.

The muscles on his one arm bulged instantly, the veins coiling like dragons, stretching his camouflage vest to the point of almost bursting.

"Take another blow from me!"

Swish swish!

Wang Meng flicked his wrist.

The blade light instantly split apart.

One slash creates three shadows.

This sealed off all of Shen Tian's escape routes.

This strike is called "Severing the Flow".

It is one of Wang Meng's signature skills, which emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, making it impossible for anyone to avoid.

Although the back of the blade was still used, both the speed and power were twice as strong as the previous strike!

Even martial artists of the same second rank could only temporarily avoid the sharp edge of this strike.

This is a crushing defeat due to superior strength.

This is the chasm between different levels of understanding.

Wang Meng believed that with this one strike, the kid would definitely crawl on the ground like a dead dog, begging for mercy.

however.

Faced with this overwhelming barrage of sword light.

Shen Tian did not retreat; instead, he slowly turned around.

His face still wore that infuriatingly calm expression.

even.

There was a hint of... eagerness in his eyes?

"Peak of the second tier..."

Shen Tian silently recited in his heart.

Just right.

Having just mastered the "Great Sun Body Tempering Technique," he also maxed out the "Breaking Army Saber Technique."

I was just worried about not finding anyone to test my skills.

Since this old guy is so enthusiastic, let's use him as a whetstone!

"Well done!"