Chapter 58: Big Fool's Confession

Savage Hundredfold Strike!

With a thunderous shout, Wang Dashan stomped his feet fiercely, and innumerable cracks spread rapidly across the impenetrable Tiangang stone floor of the arena. His entire figure transformed into a streak of light, shooting straight toward Yu Yongming.

Wang Dashan knew as well as anyone that the more advanced a talisman, the more time it required to activate. Thus, he had been holding back, waiting for precisely this moment.

Yu Yongming had no time for hesitation. Spiritual energy surged from his fingertips, hastily activating the True Scarlet Sun Talisman, which he hurled at the charging Wang Dashan.

Savage Hundredfold Strike!

With a thunderous shout, Wang Dashan stomped his feet fiercely, and innumerable cracks spread rapidly across the impenetrable Tiangang stone floor of the arena. His entire figure transformed into a streak of light, shooting straight toward Yu Yongming.

Wang Dashan knew as well as anyone that the more advanced a talisman, the more time it required to activate. Thus, he had been holding back, waiting for precisely this moment.

Yu Yongming had no time for hesitation. Spiritual energy surged from his fingertips, hastily activating the True Scarlet Sun Talisman, which he hurled at the charging Wang Dashan.

Two muffled groans echoed across the arena, and the two figures flew backward like arrows, slamming into the pillars at the edge of the ring and falling heavily to the ground, motionless.

At the moment the True Scarlet Sun Talisman struck Wang Dashan, his iron-like fist landed squarely on Yu Yongming’s chest.

Now, Wang Dashan lay on the ground with his chest a blur of blood, crimson seeping steadily from the wound, while Yu Yongming’s chest bore a deep depression.

Lin Xiaobao clenched his fists, restraining the urge to rush forward, and waited silently. Wang Dashan had fought with everything up to this point; if Lin Xiaobao ran forward now, it would mean Wang Dashan had conceded defeat. Lin Xiaobao would never do such a thing. Despite his deep concern for Wang Dashan’s safety, he understood what a man needed most.

“Get up! Get up!”

“Wang Dashan, stand up!”...

Someone shouted, and the entire crowd of disciples in Yongwang Hall echoed the cry. It seemed Wang Dashan’s unyielding spirit had infected them all, and now everyone hoped he would rise from the arena.

Suddenly, accompanied by a groan, the wounds on Wang Dashan’s body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his aura climbed steadily higher.

With a roar, Wang Dashan leaped into the air, showing not the slightest sign of injury—in fact, he appeared even more vigorous than before he entered the ring.

The Body of the God of Strength is truly formidable! Lin Xiaobao, a little envious but happy, muttered silently to himself.

After this fierce battle, not only did Wang Dashan’s injuries heal, he seized the opportunity to break through to the eighth stage of Innate Martial Artist. The outcome stunned all the disciples, leaving them speechless.

Afraid he might be taken for research, Wang Dashan had barely stepped off the platform before Lin Xiaobao grabbed him and raced back to Songyan Peak.

On the way, with Old Mo’s explanation, Lin Xiaobao finally understood: the blows Wang Dashan suffered in the arena were akin to Lin Xiaobao’s own grueling cultivation. As long as the damage wasn’t fundamental, it actually stimulated his inner potential.

But Wang Dashan possessed the Body of the God of Strength—he didn’t need to soak in medicinal brews to unlock limitless potential. A harsh beating and he would break through directly.

Back at Songyan Peak, Lin Xiaobao simply told Wang Dashan to familiarize himself with his newfound strength and went off to rest.

After a night cultivating Mindwave Divine Art, he set out again the next day with Wang Dashan, retracing their previous journey. This time, Lin Xiaobao did not try to persuade Wang Dashan to withdraw. Now that they were among the final eight, Wang Dashan was only one step from his goal. Lin Xiaobao knew nothing he said would matter, and after yesterday’s battle, he had greater faith in Wang Dashan’s God of Strength body.

When they entered Yongwang Hall again, Lin Xiaobao noticed that every disciple looked at him and Wang Dashan as if they were some kind of freaks. Having experienced this before, Lin Xiaobao kept perfect timing; as soon as he entered, the Grand Elder appeared in the center of the arena, holding a crystal sphere that floated eight names.

“I won’t waste words. Once the teams are matched, everyone find their opponent and begin the contest!” The Grand Elder cast a spell, and the names inside the crystal orb spun rapidly.

Noticing the Grand Elder’s urgency, Lin Xiaobao sensed something was amiss. Today, only the Grand Elder was present; the Hall Master and the other elders, including Lin Tian, were absent.

As Lin Xiaobao puzzled over this, the match list emerged from the crystal sphere, and the result caught him completely off guard—his opponent was Wang Dashan.

Wang Dashan fought for the woman he loved, while Lin Xiaobao fought to win the inner core that could save his father. Lin Xiaobao stood there, dumbfounded.

On the arena, facing Wang Dashan, Lin Xiaobao managed a bitter smile. He had never imagined such a situation could arise.

Standing opposite him, Wang Dashan, bearing his Cold Iron Hammer and rubbing his hands, was just as lost.

Many of the watching disciples knew about their close friendship, and now they shouted, “Fight! Fight!”

Wang Dashan swept his gaze across the crowd and shouted, “Fight, my foot! I, Wang Dashan, will never raise a hand against my brother. I concede!”

With that, he leaped from the ring.

Wang Dashan’s actions did not surprise Lin Xiaobao, but they deepened his respect for his brother. To reach the top five, Wang Dashan had fought with everything he had; but now, faced with Lin Xiaobao, he didn’t even attempt a bout and simply conceded. Lin Xiaobao understood just how deep their brotherhood ran.

Frankly, even if Wang Dashan’s opponent today had been Long Xingtian, already at the first stage of the Spiritual Dao, Lin Xiaobao believed Wang Dashan would have fought until he could no longer stand.

“I didn’t make it to the top five, but my actions yesterday spoke for themselves,” Wang Dashan said, approaching Nie Feiyan. “Perhaps I don’t yet have the strength to protect you, but if you stand with me, anyone who wishes you harm will have to step over my corpse first!”

Looking at his simple, honest face, so resolute and unwavering, Nie Feiyan felt her heart race uncontrollably, and a blush rose to her cheeks. What was happening? Had she really fallen for this honest fool? Nie Feiyan was at a loss, unsure how to respond.

“Together… together…”

Wang Dashan’s voice rang out loud and clear. Perhaps his indomitable spirit yesterday had won over many fellow disciples, for now, as they watched his earnest confession, several cheered loudly.

Some of the more lovestruck female disciples even fantasized that if Wang Dashan confessed to them in such a way, they would agree without hesitation.

The uproar around her left Nie Feiyan shy and flustered. She cast an annoyed glance at Wang Dashan, stamped her foot, and ran out of the hall, leaving Wang Dashan standing there, disappointed and dumbfounded.