Chen Qiang's words spread across the City Wall. Every Martial Warrior who heard them lowered his head, deep in thought.
"Ha ha ha... Ha ha ha..."
In the Demon Race World army camp, Matchmaker Old Man had already laughed himself to tears, yet he continued laughing without pause.
Inside the military tent, the Ascension Realm elder named Mie Lan stroked his beard and shook his head with a laugh. "Chen Qiang... That yellow-haired brat Chen Qiang actually spoke a great truth..."
"That is indeed the case..."
Matchmaker Old Man wiped away his tears.
"It isn't only the Chen Clan Martial Warriors who uphold the principle of advancing without ever turning back—'No matter whether you're god or demon, I have only one punch for you.' Rather, in the Ancient Times, all Martial Warriors were like that! Every single one!"
As he spoke, a look of remembrance flashed through the old man's eyes.
"Back then, which Martial Warrior would have thought his ultimate opponent was a human or a demon?
Which Martial Warrior trained his fists without intending to hammer flat the heads of those lofty gods?
And which Martial Warrior believed he could truly survive?"
"No." The old man shook his head. "Every Martial Warrior of the Ancient Times believed he was destined to die! Yet knowing they were destined to die, they still crazily tempered themselves, all for the sake of landing one punch on those gods! That! Was what it meant to be a Martial Warrior!"
"What about now? Although the Chen Clan Martial Warriors had trained on the battlefield since childhood, they had indeed experienced despair and life-and-death situations.
"But all that despair and all those brushes with death had been forced upon them. They were passive.
"Which Martial Warrior knew he was destined to die on the