Chương 25: War God — Chapter 25 - Absolute Control, Shocking the Entire Crowd! A Million-Yuan Treasure! The

More than a little difficult. To hit ten times without a single mistake — even professional martial artists might not manage it. Precise power control isn't easy to master. It's harder than unleashing your absolute limit of strength. Ask a martial artist with 1 point of life force to burst out 1000 jin of peak force — after some training and conditioning, they can do it. But ask them to punch with exactly 153 jin? They might not hit it precisely even after ten attempts.

This challenge required all ten correct, with no room for error. Already an extremely difficult street challenge. For citizens in this era where everyone practiced martial arts, spending twenty or thirty bucks to give it a try — they were definitely willing.

"Another one failed!"

"Isn't that guy from Rong City's Shu University?"

"Even university students can't do it?"

"Shu University is a national 985 martial arts university!"

"This challenge specifically targets 985 students. Ordinary people wouldn't even fall for it."

"He's actually pretty impressive. Got five correct already."

"The problem is that damn stall owner kept distracting him on the sixth attempt!"

"Haha, the rules allow it! Besides, how can an elite from a martial arts university be afraid of distractions?" A frustrated young man walked out from the crowd, his face full of annoyance. The stall owner was an old man in his sixties or seventies, smiling genially with a cunning look:"Young man, want to try again?"

"No more!" Just as the young man opened his mouth, his female companion snorted and pulled him away.

"We're not wasting money on this!"

"No, I really can do it, Qingqing, let me try one more time..." The man's stubborn voice faded into the distance. Another challenger stepped out from the crowd, also very young.

"Is that a high school student?"

"Looking at the uniform, Tiannan Affiliated No. 1 High School?"

"No. 1 High School — whoa! A national-level key high school!" The crowd buzzed with chatter. Rong City had quite a few high schools. Wang Xian's No. 7 High School was provincial-level. Provincial key schools, generally several per province. But national-level key high schools, usually only two per province. Tiannan Affiliated No. 1 High School, also known as Rong City No. 1 High School, was one of only two national key high schools in Western Shu.

Its affiliated Tiannan Martial Arts University was one of the top martial arts universities in Dragon Nation's southwestern region. Only five such top-tier martial arts universities existed in the entire Dragon Nation. Martial arts students from this kind of high school were a whole tier above No. 7. The young man who stepped out was about Wang Xian's age, likely also a senior. He wore glasses, expression calm. After handing thirty bucks to the stall owner, he picked up the boxing gloves and got ready.

The stall owner nodded slightly, then began calling out numbers. The moment a master makes a move, you know. When this No. 1 High School genius threw his punches, it was extraordinary. Every punch landed with precision. Not until the eighth punch did he fail, off by about 2 jin. The crowd exclaimed in amazement. The closest anyone had come to winning!

"Damn, this high schooler is even better than that university student!"

"This is a genius from No. 1 High School. Their worst students probably end up at places like Shu University."

"Exactly. Shu University is right next door to No. 1. The teachers there say: if you don't work hard, you'll just end up at the university next door."

"Seriously though, can anyone actually complete this?"

"Powerful professional martial artists probably could, but... how many would bother coming here?" Challengers came in an endless stream. The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief. These days, how were high school students even harder to deal with than university students?

"Maybe we should just forget it..." Xiao Xi had been watching with interest, but finally turned to Wang Xian. Big brother was a poor student, after all. Even that genius from No. 1 High School couldn't do it. Really too much to ask of big brother.

"Let me try." Wang Xian coughed. After all, she was his little patron. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it. When the little patron made a request, he had to do his best.

"Then big brother, do your best!" Xiao Xi clenched her fist. Wang Xian walked out. When the stall owner saw another school uniform, his expression changed, then immediately broke into a smile. No. 7 High School? No. 7 was worth jack shit! Even the No. 1 genius had lost. A little nobody from No. 7 dared to challenge? There was a saying in Rong City martial high school circles: No. 7 students are grandsons, No. 4 students are dads, but even a No. 1 lackey is a lord. Meaning? Any random lackey from No.

1 High School was a lord to students from No. 7 and No. 4. If someone was coming to hand over money, the stall owner was naturally happy. Especially seeing the girl paying, the stall owner's expression softened by three degrees. He even thought about maybe cutting some slack, calling out ten easy round numbers.

"Grandpa, here's the money." Xiao Xi pulled out thirty bucks.

"Good, good, good!" Looking at the little girl who resembled a porcelain doll, the stall owner probably thought of his own granddaughter.

"Grandpa's got it... Oh, by the way, what are you to him?"

"I'm big brother's girlfriend." Xiao Xi said with a straight face. Everyone's expressions changed. They looked at Wang Xian with immediate hostility. A beast! So young! A child bride? The stall owner's face darkened too.

"Don't talk nonsense... She's... uh, my little sister." Wang Xian explained, glaring at his little patron. She winked playfully. The stall owner said nothing more, just expressionlessly called out ten numbers:"69, 174, 248, 156, 265."

"267, 346, 476, 99, 499." After speaking, he even wrote them down, in case the other party forgot. The crowd heard this. Damn. Straight to maximum difficulty. All messy, irregular numbers with extreme fluctuations. Even harder. Wang Xian merely glanced at them casually, then put on the gloves. The next moment. He focused and swung his fists without pause. Ten punches landed on the force tester in rapid succession. It looked like random flailing, no structure, no power buildup. As if he'd completely given up.

The entire process took only about a dozen seconds. The crowd watched in speechless confusion. However, not until Wang Xian took off the gloves and walked straight toward the prize area did everyone snap back to attention. The stall owner was just about to stop him when he saw the force tester display, as if with a delay, ten numbers. [69, 174, 248, 156, 265, 267, 346, 476, 99, 499.] In that instant. The entire crowd gasped in unison, completely petrified. Even the No.

1 High School genius who hadn't left yet stood frozen among the crowd, staring at those ten numbers with shock. Not a single error! Gulp! Everyone present couldn't help but swallow hard. Not until Wang Xian had taken the prize and left the crowd with Xiao Xi did everyone suddenly jolt awake, erupting into waves of utterly astonished uproar.

"Did he cheat or something?"

"For real?"

"That can't be a student, definitely a professional martial artist, and his realm is absolutely not low!"

"Holy shit, way too damn cool! The whole thing took less than half a minute..."

"The challengers before all had to prepare before each punch, and this guy threw ten punches continuously?"

"Stall owner, is that your plant? Have you two been practicing for a long time?"

"Yeah, it seriously looks way too much like a setup. Who's that freakishly good?" The stall owner stood amidst the crowd, utterly bewildered. He stared at Wang Xian's retreating figure, muttering under his breath. Freak! A real freak! Bullshit plant. Goddammit, that little snow leopard pendant was a genuine martial combat protective accessory. Even though it was just a first-tier decorative item, it was still good. Worth tens of thousands! Who would use something like that for a plant? In the crowd, only that No.

1 High School genius stared at the numbers on the force tester for a long time.

"Absolute control..."

"A student from No. 7 High School can achieve this level of control over their own strength?"

"Could it be Xia Sichen? Pang Sandao?"

"No... they don't have that level..."

"This person, who could it be?" Wang Xian handed the little snow leopard pendant to Xiao Xi.

"Wang Xian, you're so amazing!" Xiao Xi's eyes were full of little stars.

"If you're this amazing, how can you be a poor student? Are all the teachers at your school blind?" She began indignantly defending him. Wang Xian smiled and said nothing. That kind of street challenge might be difficult for most people. But for him, far too easy. Within a martial artist's abilities, there was a special skill called "absolute control." Some people might learn it at the second or third realm. Some might only learn it at the fourth or fifth realm.

Some peerless geniuses could learn it at the first realm. Simply put, absolute mastery over one's own strength, not a fraction off. He had already known this skill in his previous life. Playing this kind of challenge was far too easy. Just that even if someone had learned this skill, they might not reach the level of proficiency he'd just demonstrated, at least not right away.

"Today Xiao Xi is very happy!" Xiao Xi cradled the little snow leopard pendant, her delicate face brimming with happiness.

"Big brother, a million yuan, I probably don't have that."

"......" Wang Xian. He patted Xiao Xi's head:"Being happy is enough." He certainly didn't expect a little kid to actually produce that much money.

"Although I don't have a million yuan..." Xiao Xi pulled a small bottle from her pocket.

"But I have this! Here, for you! This should be worth a million!" Wang Xian let out a sound of surprise.

"Yuan Crystal Liquid?" In a single glance, Wang Xian recognized the good stuff inside. A high-concentration liquid essence of yuan force, compressed through modern technology. Its uses were numerous. For martial artists, internal consumption could rapidly restore strength, enhance talent intensity, and effectively increase life force. External application could improve physique, cleanse and temper the physical body, and more. On the market, one gram of this stuff was worth a million.

Wang Xian took it and weighed it in his hand. Subtracting the bottle's weight, at least 4 or 5 grams. His expression grew slightly solemn. This was worth far more than just one million. Wang Xian glanced at her, looked around, and spotted a familiar luxury car parked by the roadside in the distance. After pondering for a moment, Wang Xian didn't refuse. Instead, he said seriously:"This is very good. Xiao Xi, when you go back, please thank your mom and dad for me."

Xiao Xi nodded repeatedly, then ran happily toward the luxury car. Once inside, she immediately rolled down the window, waving goodbye with reluctant attachment:"Big brother, I'll come find you to play again next time!" Wang Xian waved back. Saving someone wasn't for the sake of reward. But stubbornly refusing someone else's repayment was itself a form of rudeness. Because it was simple: no one likes to owe anyone else. The wealthier and more powerful people were, the less they liked being indebted to others.

So Wang Xian accepted it quite straightforwardly. He checked the time, just past 4: 00.

"With this bottle of Yuan Crystal Liquid, it should be enough for me to open all the Eight Extraordinary Meridians except the Conception and Governing Vessels." Wang Xian tucked the bottle away securely. His goal was, before the Martial Exam 6 months from now, to open all 12 standard meridians and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. At the same time, cultivate at least half of those meridians into "divine meridians" through the Stellar Body Refinement Art. Only then could he support his subsequent cultivation.

"In the future, there will still be so many events like the Wind King Falcon attack..."

"The Northern Tibet Relic uprising... hundreds of thousands dying in the beast tide..."

"The Eastern Frontier sea region, two X-class ancient beasts stirring up boundless tsunamis... millions sinking to the ocean floor..."

"The Central Demon Suppression Tower losing control, beast souls wreaking havoc across an entire province for months, endless mutations, countless people losing themselves, kin slaughtering kin..."

"The Central Asian wormhole, the Demon Court manifesting, launching a million-strong demonic war covering one-third of Blue Star's East Asian continent, even Martial Gods of the entire Martial Arts Alliance falling..."

"And finally, originating from the Alien Star Battlefield, the 'Lamenting Cataclysm' sweeping across all of Blue Star, billions perishing, Blue Star nearly capsizing..."

"Extraterrestrial colonization..." Wang Xian gazed at the azure sky, his eyes complicated. And finally, the Alien Star Battlefield. That was Blue Star's ultimate endgame, the source of endless danger. Also the beginning of the cosmic starry expanse. In his mind, one by one, event after event, countless calamities from his past life that he could only hate himself for being powerless to stop. This lifetime, perhaps things wouldn't necessarily be the same. So he had to strive to become stronger!

He steadied his thoughts. Just then, his phone screen lit up. Wang Xian focused his gaze. A message from School Beauty Ye:"Where is your home? I... will come over later." Oh, calculating the time, School Beauty Ye was about to make a house call. ➤ Next: Personally Guiding Ye Miyue