I Accept

"Chapter 8: I Accept"

"Roar!" A wolf-like ferocious beast let out a scream as it was sent flying by a tiny fist.

Seeing this, many people would surely be astonished. The two were vastly disproportionate in size, yet such a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.

The camera zoomed in on the owner of the fist, revealing Chen Yun's clear, handsome face filled with youthful innocence.

At this moment, he showed no signs of distress, and his breathing had only deepened slightly. It was important to note that this wolf-like beast was a Rank 2 creature. Although it was the weakest among Rank 2 beasts, it was not something a Warrior who had just entered Rank 1 could handle, let alone so easily.

But Chen Yun was different. He had reached Rank 1 through dedicated physical cultivation, making him much stronger than Warriors of the same rank. Furthermore, his physique was extraordinary. A mysterious energy hidden within his body flickered in and out of existence, giving off a dangerous aura, as if that energy could erupt at any moment and cause destruction.

Chen Yun had fully recovered two days prior, which secretly surprised Old Ent with the toughness of Chen Yun's physique. At the same time, he was very happy. After all, his grandson was so outstanding, and as a grandfather, he naturally felt elated.

After Chen Yun recovered, Old Ent asked him what had happened that day and what that dragon's roar was about. However, Chen Yun knew nothing. Indeed, Chen Yun had been in unbearable pain at the time and couldn't possibly have been lucid enough to know what had happened. Thus, the matter was eventually dropped.

Old Ent could only shake his head helplessly, thinking, Did I hallucinate due to being overly nervous at the time? But... Despite his myriad of doubts, Chen Yun was the only one present at the time. If he didn't know, who else could?

Perhaps the ferocious beasts nearby knew, but he didn't understand their language. Old Ent had a whimsical thought, Forget it, as long as Little Chen is fine, the rest can wait.

As for the dream that had appeared in his mind, Chen Yun did not tell Old Ent. This was because, in his subconscious, he felt it was a monumental secret. If it were revealed, it might bring unimaginable trouble. Even though Old Ent was his grandfather, he still chose to conceal it.

For the past two days, Old Ent had been teaching Chen Yun various combat skills and having him spar with nearby ferocious beasts.

Initially, he had only intended for Chen Yun to spar with Rank 1 ferocious beasts. However, Chen Yun's combat talent forced Old Ent to marvel. Over the two days, Chen Yun not only mastered everything he was taught but also applied it with ingenuity. His flexible adaptability made even Old Ent, a former genius, feel inferior.

Coupled with Chen Yun's special physique, he could now easily deal with some ordinary Rank 2 ferocious beasts, and even some more powerful Rank 2 beasts could be fought.

Yesterday, Chen Yun had fought a peak Rank 2 tiger-like ferocious beast. Although he ultimately failed, he inflicted significant damage on the beast, and it was only then that Old Ent intervened to scare it away.

It could be said that Chen Yun's progress was extremely satisfactory to Old Ent, leaving no room for criticism. Old Ent could even foresee Chen Yun becoming a powerful figure in the future. Although physical cultivation was extremely difficult, he now had great confidence in Chen Yun.

But could everything really be as simple as Old Ent imagined?

"Little Chen, go clean yourself up. It's time for us to return to the village!" Old Ent appeared behind Chen Yun at some point, cast a casual glance at the wolf-like beast lying on the ground, barely alive, pointed at the bloodstains on Chen Yun's clothes, and smiled faintly.

"Return to the village?" Chen Yun hadn't quite registered what was happening, but then he became excited.

"Okay! I'll go right now." Saying this, he dashed towards the rushing water sounds in the forest.

He calculated that he had been in the forest for over a month. Although the improvement in his strength brought him endless exhilaration, returning to the village was still quite pleasing. After all, that was where humans lived.

A moment later, a figure like a streak of light shot back and stopped abruptly before Old Ent. The transition from extreme motion to extreme stillness was impactful. Such a maneuver greatly tested physical strength, but fortunately, this streak of light didn't need to worry about that.

The person who returned was Chen Yun, who had finished cleaning up. His small face was flushed red, water droplets still clung to his hair, his features were delicate, yet full of childishness, and he looked at Old Ent with an eager expression.

Seeing the expression on Chen Yun's face, Old Ent waved his hand, "Let's go! Hahaha..." With a burst of hearty laughter, the two figures shot out of the forest...

The mornings in the small village always seemed so peaceful, refreshing, and beautiful.

But this beautiful little village had no name, and everyone in the village was accustomed to it. This was because the village's ancestral teachings clearly stipulated that the village had never had a name and that future generations were not allowed to name it.

Despite many people harboring doubts about such a strange rule, no one dared to question it, because the village's ancestral teachings were always solemn, sacred, and inviolable in the hearts of the villagers!

The newly born sun gently cast its radiance upon the small village, as tender as the nature goddess scattering life-giving dew upon all things. The morning sunlight was slightly cool, piercing through the thin mist. Those who went out early bathed in it, enjoying it immensely.

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed since their return to the village. For these two days, Chen Yun had not gone out, staying at home. He had not cultivated, knowing that cultivation required a balance of work and rest to be the right path, just as Old Ent had said!

Chen Yun simply helped his grandfather with chores. When he had nothing else to do, he would sit in the courtyard, gazing at the distant sky, lost in thought. Recalling his cultivation in the forest felt like a dream. He, who originally couldn't cultivate, had reached Rank 1 in such a short time, becoming a Warrior capable of contending with Rank 2 opponents. This filled him with confidence for his future.

These past two days, he had thought the most about that mysterious dream. The tragic and heroic scenes constantly replayed in his mind, as well as that final cold snort. Even now, recalling it sent shivers down his spine; it was too terrifying!

"Tap, tap..." Chen Yun walked quietly along the village path, admiring the scenery in the fields. A gentle breeze rustled, and the crops swayed like waves, a truly pleasing sight.

"Yo! Isn't this our village's famous trash, Chen! Haven't seen you for over a month, I thought you'd committed suicide!" A sarcastic voice interrupted Chen Yun's appreciation of the field scenery.

Following the sound, he saw it was Wright, with his usual group of followers behind him.

Seeing Wright, a cold glint flashed in Chen Yun's eyes. He then seemed to sense something and looked at Wright in surprise. The faint, unfamiliar energy fluctuations emanating from him, was this Battle Qi?

He hadn't expected that despite Wright's arrogance and domineering nature, his cultivation talent was not bad. In just over a month, he had actually reached the Warrior level. But even so, Chen Yun wasn't afraid of him, as the current Chen Yun was no longer the same as before.

"What are you looking at, mute! Didn't you hear me when I spoke, young master!" Wright said, deliberately releasing his energy to press down on Chen Yun.

Observing Wright's actions, a trace of mockery flickered across Chen Yun's face. He simply stood there...

Wright looked at Chen Yun, who hadn't reacted for a long time, and was stunned. Why wasn't this kid reacting? He knew that his few lackeys behind him had been sent flying seven or eight meters away by his Battle Qi. How could this naturally talentless kid not react?

But then, he smugly assumed it was just because Chen Yun's body was stronger than his lackeys' and could withstand more. As long as he made a move, he would still be able to beat him to his knees.

Thinking of this, he remembered the time Chen Yun had punched him. That incident had utterly humiliated him, and he had been severely scolded by his father when he returned.

Wright wished he could tear Chen Yun to shreds. Now that he had reached the Warrior level, dealing with him was effortless. He was about to make a move, but then he seemed to think of something, a malicious glint flashed in his eyes, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Brat! I challenge you to a death match. Do you dare to accept?" Wright said sinisterly.

Hearing Wright's words, the surrounding villagers who had just arrived upon hearing the commotion erupted in an uproar. They all knew that Wright had reached the Warrior level, and for Chen Yun, the naturally uncultivatable trash, to face him would be suicide. The villagers inwardly scorned Wright, calling him despicable, but Wright didn't care at this moment, staring at Chen Yun with a venomous gaze.

The War God Continent was a world that revered martial strength, and death matches were a special and sacred form of duel. They were conducted between two parties with deep enmity who wished to avoid escalating the conflict or implicating their families, yet still resolve their hatred.

The rules of a death match stipulated that on the dueling stage, fate would decide life or death. The families and friends of both parties were forbidden from retaliating, or they would face severe punishment, with the gravest consequence being the extermination of their entire clan!

And between two individuals, if one proposed a duel and the other refused, they would be looked down upon, and even their family would be scorned. Therefore, death matches, once proposed, were usually impossible to refuse; it was either you die or I die.

Chen Yun knew all of this. He hadn't expected Wright to be so ruthless. Fortunately, he was no longer the same as before. Thinking of this, he stared at Wright with eyes full of cold light and said word by word, "I--accept!"