Strength Increase

Strength Increase

On the arena in Wudi City, Wang Ritain stood tall, the long saber in his hand wreathed in black miasma. Any martial artist he defeated who so much as came into contact with a trace of it would find the qi within his body rapidly drained away.

Though the crowd was unwilling to give in, they gritted their teeth and joined forces to attack him. Yet before Wang Ritain, they managed to last only a few extra exchanges. He flickered like a ghost, his saber sweeping through the air in flashes of cold light as fierce saber energy rampaged in every direction. A Vajra Realm martial artist struggled desperately under Wang Ritain's assault, but ultimately couldn't withstand it. Wang Ritain seized his chance and swung his saber hard. A blade aura laced with dense demonic energy howled forth like a bolt of black lightning and struck the martial artist in an instant. With a scream, the man flew backward like a kite with its string cut and crashed heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.

After this battle, the last shred of hope most people had of defeating Wang Ritain was utterly extinguished. They gazed at him with fear and despair, secretly thankful that he hadn't gone on a killing spree. If Wang Ritain had truly meant to kill, Wudi City would have run red with blood that day.

Wang Ritain slowly returned to the center of the arena. He put away his saber, tilted his head slightly, and let out a long sigh. The sigh struck the crowd like a heavy hammer, and they immediately understood what he meant. The whole arena fell silent, every heart filled with despair. Those who had just rushed to Wudi City happened to witness Wang Ritain defeat the Vajra Realm martial artist. After hearing what had led to the fight, they were left dumbstruck.

"Who exactly is this Wang Ritain? How can he be so terrifyingly strong?" a young martial artist exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.

"I'd say he's probably a top disciple carefully trained by some reclusive sect. Otherwise, how could he be this powerful?" an old man beside him guessed, stroking his beard. Everyone nodded, agreeing that the old man was right. In their eyes, Wang Ritain was far too powerful to have been trained by an ordinary sect.

Wang Ritain stood with his eyes closed at the center of the arena, quietly waiting. For a long time, no one dared step onto the arena to challenge him again. He slowly opened his eyes and surveyed the crowd, a trace of disdain in his gaze. "You're all far too weak. Tomorrow, I'll climb to the pavilion in Wudi City and challenge the Martial Slave!"

His words caused an uproar. Everyone stared at Wang Ritain, as if they'd just heard something impossible. They had already witnessed his arrogance and strength, but never would they have expected him to set his sights on the Martial Slave.

"Has Wang Ritain gone mad? He actually wants to challenge the Martial Slave!"

"Exactly! The Martial Slave devoted himself to following Wang Xianzhi after losing to him. For years, he's stopped countless masters from challenging Wang Xianzhi, and his strength is unfathomable. Wang Ritain may be powerful, but challenging the Martial Slave is pure overconfidence!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, and most thought Wang Ritain had made a foolish choice. In their minds, the Martial Slave was an insurmountable mountain. Wang Ritain was strong, but he still couldn't stand against him. After all, even within the Three Shattered Realms, the gap in strength between experts of the same realm could be enormous. Most of the people Wang Ritain had defeated so far were ordinary fighters. The crowd doubted he could handle a top-tier fighter like the Martial Slave.

"Wang Ritain, you should leave while you can. The Martial Slave isn't someone you can afford to provoke. If you really challenge him tomorrow, you'll surely die!" a well-meaning martial artist shouted.

Wang Ritain merely shook his head, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. "Summer insects cannot speak of ice." He paid no attention to their words. In his eyes, these people simply couldn't understand his ambitions or his goals.

Wang Ritain opened the system panel and watched the Prestige Points steadily tick upward, delighted. In just one day in Wudi City, his Prestige Points had increased at a terrifying rate, nearly matching what he'd received for killing Xuanyuan Jingxuan. With a thought, he exchanged them for cultivation at the peak of the Great Grandmaster level. In an instant, tremendous power surged through his body. The qi within him swelled like floodwaters breaking through a dam, its sheer depth now comparable to that of the Great Finger Profound Realm experts rumored to be able to fight Heavenly Phenomenon Realm masters.

Wang Ritain wasn't satisfied yet. He continued pouring large amounts of Prestige Points into mastering the Sacred Spirit Sword Technique.