Dragged Off to Breed

"What are you laughing at? Do you dare accept my challenge?"

Seeing that Wang Sheng was not afraid in the slightest and was even laughing, Wu An immediately burned with anger. A trace of viciousness leaked from his eyes as he stepped forward and barked, "Answer me!"

"Are you sure?"

Wang Sheng asked calmly.

"Of course!"

The moment Wu An finished speaking,

Wang Sheng's fist, wrapped in fierce Bright Energy, smashed toward him.

"Fuck, you have no martial virtue!"

Wu An had not expected Wang Sheng to be so decisive. He hurriedly raised his arms to block.

A dull impact rang out,

as though he had been struck by a massive boulder.

The instant Wu An's arms met Wang Sheng's fist, his expression changed drastically. Pain shot through both arms, and his entire body sank sharply downward.

How could his force be stronger than mine? His raw strength is greater too?

Wu An was shocked and enraged, but before he could ask,

Wang Sheng's arm shook. Energy fully adhered to his arm, turning it into something like a heavy stone tablet. It cleaved through the wind as it smashed down at Wu An again and again.

His expression was indifferent, as though he were disciplining an unworthy son. He stood rooted in place, swinging his arm down like he was playing whack-a-mole from his previous life.

Bang...

Wu An could only cross his hands before himself and grit his teeth, desperately enduring the ceaseless barrage of arm shadows. The other side's attacks were too fast—he had no chance to counterattack at all.

At this moment,

all the disciples were drawn to this one-sided contest, their eyes fixed on the fight.

"The gap is too great! Wu An is inferior to Wang Sheng in every respect!"

Li Hu shook his head.

"That was Wang Sheng's shameless sneak attack. He seized the initiative!"

Wei Lingqin retorted, her face full of displeasure.

"It makes no difference. Even without taking the initiative, Wu An would still be no match for him. With such a huge gap, it's truly laughable. He did not even know his opponent's strength, yet he dared step forward and challenge him."

An older Dark Energy disciple named Cui Sheng sneered, directly placing Wu An on the list of fools.

It would be best not to associate with such an idiot in the future.

Yu Cheng's face was dark and ugly, and he said nothing. A chilling aura radiated from him. The surrounding disciples felt the oppressive atmosphere emanating from Yu Cheng, their expressions changing slightly as they did not even dare breathe loudly.

"I... I can't lose, I can't lose! How could I possibly lose to this country bumpkin?!"

Wu An ground his teeth in hatred as he stubbornly withstood the enormous force constantly pressing down from above. His arms trembled as he roared inwardly, seeking an opportunity to strike back.

However,

Wang Sheng's moves flowed one after another, flawlessly connected in one continuous sweep, with almost no openings at all.

Though he had used only this single move from beginning to end, the unending pressure it generated completely suppressed Wu An.

Of course, Wang Sheng had restrained his strength to one percent. If he performed too strongly, it would not match the Bright Energy cultivation he displayed publicly.

Wu An's face twisted savagely. He used every ounce of strength to hold out and defend, yet his body could only sink bit by bit. The force transmitted through his hands numbed and stiffened his entire body.

His body slowly lowered beyond his control!

Wu An's face had already changed from flushed red with fury to ghastly white.

In the end,

Wu An had been smashed into a half-kneeling position before Wang Sheng. His entire body was dizzy and muddled, both arms completely numb as he blankly held them above his head, as though kneeling and begging Wang Sheng for mercy.

When Wang Sheng withdrew his arm, Wu An did not even realize that Wang Sheng had stopped. He remained in his defensive posture.

Pfft!

Some people let out quiet snickers, and only then did Wu An wake up.

He raised his head blankly and looked around. After standing dazed for a long while, he finally realized that he was in a fight.

Having come to his senses, Wu An suddenly let out a furious roar and charged straight at Wang Sheng without caring about anything else.

An invisible force suddenly struck Wu An, sending him flying. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

"Making a fool of yourself!"

Zhao Jie, who had emerged from the inner courtyard, withdrew his force and snorted coldly.

"What is going on with you?"

Zhao Jie looked at Wang Sheng.

"Reporting to Master, the old ginseng this disciple consumed some days ago has now been fully digested, allowing me to break through to the middle stage of Bright Energy. I previously reported this matter to you."

"Also, because this disciple's Physique is too poor, I knew my own breakthroughs would be difficult. With nothing else to do, I browsed other cultivation methods. But for some reason, this disciple gradually succeeded in entering the beginner stage of a sword path method and, after spending several months, even cultivated Energy!"

Wang Sheng spoke with a rather innocent look, then walked to the weapon rack. He picked up an iron sword, attached Energy to it, and suddenly slashed at the rack.

The iron sword did not touch the weapon rack, yet the wooden rack exploded apart instantly.

At that moment,

not only did Zhao Jie's gaze change, but the expressions of many senior Dark Energy disciples also grew grave.

As for Li Hu, Qi Changsheng, and the others, they were completely dumbfounded.

Breaking through to the middle stage of Bright Energy in less than a year had already surpassed more than half of the Bright Energy disciples.

Yet he had also successfully entered the beginner stage of a sword path method and cultivated Energy.

That was double Bright Energy!

How had this junior brother suddenly become so dazzling?

"After cultivating a second kind of Energy, this disciple was both terrified and delighted. After combing through countless ancient books, this disciple rashly guessed that perhaps my comprehension is rather good, or perhaps I possess some kind of sword body!"

Wang Sheng clasped his hands in salute and spoke respectfully.

A sword body!

Those two words left everyone present thoroughly shaken, their minds buzzing blankly.

Quite a few exchanged glances, their hearts already roiling like rivers and seas.

Could their tiny Ershui City really produce a legendary sword body?

Wang Sheng remained in his respectful salute, not lowering his hands.

Ever since learning that Zhao Jie was about to select another Transforming Energy Successor, Wang Sheng had begun to entertain thoughts of it.

His cultivation was about to reach Late Dark Energy, and his martial path was nearing its end.

Without a Transforming Energy method, Wang Sheng could only cultivate more Dark Energy methods and stack them together to raise his strength, but that would clearly waste too much time.

So if there truly was a chance to obtain a Transforming Energy method, why would Wang Sheng not reveal a little of his strength and compete for it?

With Wang Sheng's current true cultivation, apart from Transforming Energy Grandmasters, who could defeat him but would find it difficult to kill him, he no longer regarded the other Dark Energy martial artists as worthy of notice.

"Hehe!"

Zhao Jie stared intently at Wang Sheng. After a moment, he chuckled.

"What kind of sword body could you possibly have? When a true bearer of a sword body wielded it, swords would ring in resonance and Sword Qi would crisscross the air. You simply had excellent comprehension—exceptionally so!"

Zhao Jie saw that the sword path method Wang Sheng cultivated seemed slightly stronger than the Great Tablet Shattering Hand, so he added that it was extremely good.

Those words caused the expressions of every senior Dark Energy disciple to change drastically.

If Zhao Jie took a liking to Wang Sheng because of this and directly chose him as his successor, would they not have labored in vain?

"But unfortunately, your Physique is too poor. A Low-grade Physique, no matter how high your comprehension may be..."

At this point, Zhao Jie abruptly fell silent and shook his head.

All the Dark Energy martial artists let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Physique lay in the flesh and was tangible. Comprehension was intangible.

Without Physique and with only comprehension, no matter how high that comprehension was, the body's potential was fixed, and one would be unable to break through.

A Low-grade Physique would basically reach its limit at the late stage of Bright Energy.

Even if Wang Sheng encountered another opportunity in the future and obtained a supreme treasure to improve his Physique, he would only reach Dark Energy. He could never advance to Transforming Energy.

Thus, after the many Dark Energy martial artists understood that Wang Sheng posed no threat, they looked at him with eyes full of smiles and fondness.

A personal "extremely good" from a Transforming Energy Grandmaster!

A genius with an extreme imbalance in his talents!

His comprehension was truly high!

His Physique was truly poor!

"Breed him—we have to drag him off to breed!"

"Make him have children, ten of them, twenty of them!!!"

"As long as Wang Sheng's bloodline can be preserved, the Lineage may one day produce a peerless super genius with both outstanding comprehension and Physique!"

Several Dark Energy martial artists who had long since started families and were rather advanced in age looked at Wang Sheng with green eyes. At the same time, this mad thought rose in all their hearts.