Chapter 304: Hands in Pockets, Not Knowing What an Opponent Is

"Ant, be patient. Wuzang isn't so easily defeated; I've never seen anyone more resilient than him. A person's drive, aside from passion, is shame—and he's only lacking the latter."

On the other side, Li Hao had already changed into his Cui Can Pizza uniform, apologizing to customers while taking a call on his Skycom.

"Li Hao, you aren't allowed to use your Skycom during work hours." The shift manager couldn't stand it anymore; the quality of Earthlings was truly poor.

"Yes, yes, I apologize. Sir, what would you like?" Li Hao hurriedly hung up the Skycom and flashed a brilliant smile.

The benefits on the Moon were truly good; not only was the hourly wage three times that of Earth, but the perks were also great, and there were over a dozen more types of pizza, especially the signature styles from the Four Great Federations. This was the key to stepping out of Earth and charging into the universe; he had to master every single one. For the boss, he was physically in the Cao camp but his heart was with the Han!

In the Hailong training ground, Wuzang had already been kicked flying for the third time. Jialina was getting a bit annoyed. "Does your Wu Family only know how to cling on? I can't kill you, so are you just going to keep going like this? This is the last time. If you don't show me something else, I'm not playing along anymore. You're just pulling a scam."

The people around were all laughing. Arths wanted to say something but was held back by Dita, who gave her a fierce look telling her not to move. Just kidding—if she went up there, Tianjing Martial Arts would really have no choice but to leave. How could one survive on the battlefield by relying on an opponent's pity?

However, this movement was seen clearly by Fan Liweite, and the jealousy in his eyes grew even thicker. Could it be that Arths had developed an interest in Li Hao?

He had to drive Tianjing Martial Arts away.

Although he didn't know how Tianjing Martial Arts had made it through the Mid-Season Tournament, this kind of strength really wasn't worth looking at. Wuzang felt everything was extremely, extremely tight; he didn't know what he was fighting for.

Alzi and the others had a decent impression of Tianjing, but on the battlefield, they wouldn't have any pity or mercy. That was stupid and ridiculous; it was irresponsible to oneself and irresponsible to one's teammates.

Wuzang stood up once again. The opponent's words hammered against his chest like a giant mallet. What the Wu Family was proud of and defended was the glory of the Wu Family—that was something his ancestors had carved out bit by bit with blood and life. His father had died in battle on Kepler, and his brother had stepped onto the battlefield without hesitation. From the moment he was born, he had been preparing to go to war.

Killing someone is just a matter of a head hitting the ground!

The wind rose.

It was very gentle, completely different from the violence just a moment ago, but Jialina's expression changed slightly.

Wuzang let go; he was no longer angry, no longer anxious, his gaze firmer than ever before.

When a person is alive, there are always some things that must be persisted in.

The originally blurry shadow became clear. In his mind was the sword strike Li Hao had given him—that sword strike he had been completely unable to understand before—and suddenly, he understood.

The direction of the heart!

He gripped the Titanium Blade in reverse, his body slowly twisting, his center of gravity lowered. He no longer looked at his opponent, yet he knew every single movement of his opponent like the back of his hand.

The entire training ground instantly felt as if it had entered a Gravity Room, under high-magnitude pressure. Meanwhile, Jialina, at the center of the storm, instantly entered the Burning Will state. He no longer had his previous ease; the Titanium Blade in his hand glowed with intense Thunder light. Finally, he no longer hid his ability. Thunder roared, and the Titanium Blade vibrated incessantly, though the confidence in his eyes remained sufficient.

Wuzang didn't care. His wind was very light, very soft, yet it gave everyone present a feeling of violent oppression, but they couldn't tell where the storm was.

A wisp of wind swept across the ground, and the specially reinforced floor, hard as steel, instantly developed a crack.

Wu Style Gale Rending Slash!

Jialina sneered, instantly taking the initiative with two Mental Blasts, followed immediately by a strike from his Thunder Blade.

Baiwu Style—Nine Heavens Thunder Slash!

Bang-hum.

Boom-wave.

The violent blade light exploded blindingly, accompanied by the roar of a gale.

When everyone opened their eyes, Jialina was already lying on the ground, his Thunder Blade broken, and a gash on his right cheek revealing bone.

The entire arena was deathly silent. Had Wuzang just used the Red Eye State to slash through Jialina's Burning Will with a single strike???

What kind of wind was this?

Wuzang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at his opponent, not saying any harsh words.

"Brother Wu is awesome!" Ma Long had already roared as he rushed up, hugging Wuzang while slowly channeling his Healing Ability. The people from Tianjing Martial Arts also crowded around. Suddenly, finding life in the midst of despair, everyone didn't know what had happened, but regardless, they had won, they had won!

"I'm fine." Although his arm was broken and he had lost quite a bit of blood, they were all just flesh wounds and didn't matter. Even though he hadn't participated in the Apocalypse, the harsh training the Wu Family had put him through since childhood was truly not something an ordinary person could endure.

His mental state was now incomparably clear. The confusion that had previously lingered between Ancient Martial Arts and the Golden Zone had suddenly been bridged.

Fundamentally, the cultivation of Ancient Martial Arts is the cultivation of essence, Qi, and spirit. Its essence is the same as the Golden Zone, and from the core, it is actually more profound. He had finally grasped the true meaning of the wind.

Hidden in the heart, restrained in the sword!

Medical personnel had already entered; in fact, they had been on standby for a long time. They had originally intended to provide emergency aid to Wuzang, but they hadn't expected it to be for Jialina. The situation was a bit serious, and Jialina was carried away.

"Worthy of being a descendant of the Wu Family, winning without arrogance and losing without discouragement. This kind of mental cultivation is truly not something an upstart can compare to, always blabbering and showing off after a little success," Romero said with a loud laugh and a clap.

As one of the representatives of Mars, this was definitely the highest praise. Of course, those watching the show never minded things getting bigger.

"Romero, wait until you've won an S-Tournament Champion before you start making snide remarks. When it comes to being uncouth, who can compare to you lot? I hear you're very resilient at losing repeatedly; let's spar." Fan Liweite's expression was extremely ugly. It was one thing that Arths wasn't there, but with Arths present, Romero wouldn't give him a way out—how could he let this rest?

Romero laughed. "Are you getting flustered? If you want to fight, sure, wait for my schedule. You were lucky enough last year, but you won't be that lucky every time."

What kind of person was Romero? Playing word games with Martians? They didn't care at all. As for face, that depended on whether there were benefits; dignity could be priced. Only Moon People and Earthlings clung to it so tightly.

Fan Liweite knew this too and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to Romero; this kind of "Mad Dog" style was just disgusting.

Of course, Romero wouldn't go too far either. There was no benefit in forcing Fan Liweite into a corner where he would act like a cornered dog.

"The Wu Family blade technique is indeed extraordinary. I wonder if I might have the honor of experiencing it?" Another person stepped out; it was Pakamei of the Chain Armed, the number one Supernova of Space City.

Zhou Naiyi looked at the other party coldly. "I will be the one to experience the Supernova of Space City."

"You really have no shame." Sheng Man jumped out bravely. She wasn't a Warrior, but she wouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior. "If you have the ability, wait for Li Hao to come back and fight him."

Pakamei wasn't angry in the slightest. "I heard Wuzang himself say he was fine. If there's an issue, say there's an issue; don't pretend. I want to fight, and you won't come—anyone will do. It's just that in a pilot duel, I don't like hitting women; it feels like bullying. Little fatty, you come, or you, pretty boy, you come?"

At this moment, Sheng Man really wanted to roar, "Ma Long, kill him!" But her brain still had reason; she couldn't fall for the opponent's trap. They all said that those with well-developed limbs had simple minds, but Sheng Man didn't feel that at all; the emotional control of this group of people was too terrifying.

"Oh, sorry, I just had diarrhea. It's so lively, there's a fight? I'll come, I'll come." Cheng Konghai appeared just in time. He had been impatient for a long time; Second Brother really had a good eye—this kid Wuzang was truly Hunter material.

Ji Yuguang's expression changed. Although Pakamei wasn't from the Apocalypse, he had been briefed when he arrived here, so he hesitated slightly.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want to fight? If you only know how to put on an act, then get lost back home; what are you doing here?" Cheng Konghai had been holding in a belly full of anger. He was the most reckless one when he was in the Apocalypse. Although he had restrained himself a bit now, he couldn't stand seeing his own people being bullied.

"Heh, Cheng Konghai, don't be arrogant. If you want to fight, tonight at eight o'clock, be there or be square!" Pakamei said in a deep voice.

"Little brat, who do you think you're talking to with that 'be there or be square'? Either now, or get lost," Cheng Konghai said coldly. When it came to playing tough, when had a Hunter ever been afraid?

"I'll teach you a lesson!" Pakamei was also enraged. He had no way out; if he left now, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up in the future.

The others stepped back. Cheng Konghai and Pakamei walked to the center. Romero and the others, and even the angry Fan Liweite, became interested. Anlita and the others went without saying, especially Klein—they were old rivals, and they also wanted to see how much of his strength Cheng Konghai had recovered.

The two stood their ground. Pakamei chose a Titanium Blade, sizing up the empty-handed little guy in front of him. He was thin and weak; he could hammer him to death with one punch. If it weren't for the boss saying this person was fierce, he really wouldn't know where the fierceness was. How much energy could such a physique have?

Pakamei went straight into the Burning Will state. He really thought he, the number one Supernova of the Chain Armed, was just for show.

With a roar, the Titanium Blade slashed violently toward Cheng Konghai; Ji Yuguang's expression changed drastically, and he rushed directly onto the competition arena.

Hum.

Ant Indiscriminate—Deep Space Intimidation!

At this moment, that thin, small figure, like a primordial monster, instantly lunged at Pakamei, fearlessly grabbing the blade of the Titanium Blade with his bare hand and slamming a backhand punch directly into his chest.

Boom.

One punch settled the Wind and rain; Pakamei's Burning Will instantly faded, and his body went limp on the ground like a noodle.

Only then did Ji Yuguang rush over; he had been delayed by Deep Space Intimidation, a move that truly no one could do anything about.

"Cheng Konghai, you've gone too far! It was just a friendly spar, did you have to be so ruthless?" Ji Yuguang said in a deep voice. Damn it, he had wanted to show off, but he never expected the Ant to pop out; the strikes were truly vicious. Hunters were all no good. He had wanted to make a name for himself, but now he had suffered a huge loss—this was his main team member.

Cheng Konghai tossed the blade aside casually and clapped his hands. "What kind of garbage is this? Can you even fight? If you were afraid of dying, why didn't you say so earlier? Ji Yuguang, if you're not satisfied, let's go at it. I love wheel battles. It's been a few years since I beat you up, and your temper has grown, huh? Who else wants to play a few rounds? I'll take them all on!"

Cheng Konghai stood with his hands in his pockets, looking around proudly, completely oblivious to what an opponent even was.