We agreed on mecha combat, so what the hell is this about your physical body exploding into a planet

"His talent laid a solid foundation for him. If he had focused on the path of a martial artist..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

The most difficult part of a martial artist's training is getting started.

Countless people are stuck at the first step of body tempering, unable to break through even after a lifetime of effort.

But Ye Yan's talent allowed him to easily overcome this barrier.

Moreover, at only eighteen years old, his physical strength had reached the unprecedented fourth level, and he also possessed a talent that was one in ten thousand!

These old men from the old era knew all too well what this meant.

There are no bottlenecks, no limits, and no ceiling.

He is the monster most likely to reach the pinnacle of the human physical body.

Reach that legendary state of "physical sainthood"!

He can shatter the sun, moon, and stars with his bare hands!

"Such a body"

Fang Mingyuan shook his head.

"It's truly unbelievable that someone so young possesses such physical strength."

"Those simple-minded people will go crazy for this," Qian Cheng said.

"Who are you calling a simple-minded person?" Fang Mingyuan glared at him.

"I'm talking about those martial artists," Qian Cheng smiled. "Do you think they'd let such a promising talent slip through their fingers?"

Fang Mingyuan fell silent.

Of course he knew.

Those within the martial arts system have always been ruthless in their pursuit of exceptionally talented individuals.

Especially a monster like Ye Yan.

"but!"

"So what?!"

Fang Mingyuan roared, his face contorted with rage.

"He was born to be a mecha pilot!"

"So?" Qian Cheng asked.

"So he has to make a choice," Zhou Hengyuan said, "Mech pilot, or warrior?"

The three people exchanged a glance.

Then, Ye Yan's image appeared on the screen.

He had completed his medical examination and was standing in the corridor of the assessment center.

The lingering blue-white light patterns still clung to his body, and his once bright red eyes had returned to a deep brown.

His expression was calm, as calm as an ordinary student who had just finished an exam.

A man in a black uniform walked up to him.

Those were people from the Third War Zone, from the West Tiger Military Academy.

He wore a gold badge on his chest with a fist pattern engraved on it.

"Ye Yan, classmate."

The man smiled and extended his hand.

"I am a teacher at the West Tiger Military Academy in the Third War Zone. Your physical strength has reached the level of a fourth-level martial artist. We would like to invite you to enroll."

"Excuse me."

Ye Yan interrupted him with a polite smile.

"I want to enter the Southern Sparrow Mech Academy in the Fourth War Zone."

That place is in the Fourth War Zone, the place where the original owner's parents died.

For some reason, Ye Yan had an unusual urge to go to that place.

Perhaps it's because it incorporated the original owner's memories.

"What?" The man was stunned.

"I choose to be a mecha pilot," Ye Yan repeated. "I will not walk the path of a martial artist."

The corridor was silent for a second.

Then, a gruff voice came from the side.

"Kid, do you know what you're saying?"

A burly middle-aged man strode over.

He was at least two meters tall, with shoulders as broad as a door, and arms thicker than Ye Yan's thighs.

He also had a badge on his chest.

It wasn't gold, but black, with a fist and a lightning bolt engraved on it.

That's the insignia of a lieutenant general in the Third War Zone.

Throughout the entire Federation, no more than twenty people possess this badge.

"Your physical body has reached the level of a fourth-level martial artist."

The master's voice was deep and resonant, like the beating of a drum.

Do you know how many years it takes for an ordinary person to reach this level? Ten years? No! It's twenty or even thirty years of hard work, beatings, and bloodshed.

"And your talent propelled you to this point from the very beginning!"

A hint of fanaticism flashed in the grandmaster's eyes.

"You're simply born to learn martial arts!"

That being said...

Ye Yan understood that what he said was true; once one mastered martial arts, the prospects were better than those of a mecha pilot.

can.

"I refuse!" Ye Yan said firmly.

Just kidding, his powers require combat mechs to destroy and become stronger.

Telling him to study martial arts now is like telling someone born in the 00s to study civil engineering, or telling someone born in the 10s to study computer science.

This is ridiculous!

Would joining martial arts allow him to destroy mechs?

"And," Ye Yan smiled, "I like mecha."

The grandmaster's expression changed. It became very ugly.

"You'll regret this," he said, a hint of resentment in his voice. "Do you know how far the path of a martial artist is? Do you know what it means to achieve physical sainthood? Do you know—"

"I know," Ye Yan interrupted him, "but my answer won't change."

The master remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned and strode away.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at Ye Yan.

"You'll regret this," he said, then turned and walked away without looking back.

Ye Yan watched his retreating figure and shrugged.

"Maybe," he said softly, "but that's for later."

. . .

Ye Yan walked out of the hospital and took a deep breath of the hazy air of Qing Shi City.

The feeling of weakness in my body has subsided considerably.

The cost of pushing his limits was greater than he had imagined.

But after lying in the hospital for two days, he was at least able to walk on his own.

Many major events have occurred in the past two days, the biggest of which is the investigation of the Chen family, including its various subsidiaries.

Countless people were imprisoned.

However, Chen Tianhao, the young master of the Chen family, has disappeared without a trace.

Ye Yan guessed that he must have escaped.

After all, it was bad enough that this person stole his own blueprints, but he even dared to tamper with the assessment.

This is something the country absolutely will not allow.

It's just a pity that there was no chance for revenge.

He still thought so until yesterday.

just.

I never expected that person to be so bold.

Ye Yan walked alone on her way back to school.

The sky above the streets of Qing Shi City is always gray and hazy, with few pedestrians and the occasional roar of abyssal monsters in the distance.

This city was built on the edge of a war zone. Every day, people died, people left, and people arrived.

When Ye Yan reached the entrance of a secluded alley, he stopped.

He didn't turn around, but just tilted his head slightly.

"Come out."

The alley was deserted; there was no one there.

"Chen Tianhao, do you think I can't see you?"

From the shadows of the alley, a figure slowly emerged.

Chen Tianhao.

His complexion was terrible, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eye sockets were sunken, making it look like he hadn't slept for days.

He was wearing a dark coat with the hood pulled low, but Ye Yan still recognized him at a glance.

I had planned to deal with him when I went to the Fourth War Zone, but I didn't expect him to come to me on his own.

Ye Yan would never forget everything this guy had done to him.

However, the first thing the other person said made him lose his composure.

"Ye Yan, why did you show up?!"

Ye Yan tilted his head.

"Why did you have to come into my life? Why did you steal what should have been mine? Why did you have to make everyone watch you?!"

Chen Tianhao's voice grew louder and sharper, like a string about to snap.

"I do not understand."

His eyes reddened, and his rationality was on the verge of collapse.

. . .