Chương 6: War God — Chapter 6 - S-Rank Beast, Wind King Falcon

Ye Miyue walked over, her face like ancient ice that would never thaw. No expression at all. Yet Chen Yuting retreated a step, as if cowed by some invisible presence. Her two protectors backed up even further. At Rong City Martial High, if Ye Miyue was the bright moon hanging above the nine heavens, then beneath that moon, Chen Yuting was one of the twinkling stars. Without the moon for comparison, she shone bright. But set against the moon, she dimmed to nothing. Like now.

The instant Ye Miyue emerged, countless gazes shifted away from Chen Yuting in a heartbeat. Ye Miyue didn't say a word. Yet Chen Yuting bit down hard on her teeth. Her eyes filled with disbelief. She'd never imagined that Ye Miyue, who never got close to anyone at school, would actually be walking alongside Wang Xian right now. Even if it was just as a sparring partner...

"Ting-jie, maybe we should just go..." The two sidekicks tugged at Chen Yuting's sleeve. Chen Yuting pulled her hand back and played her trump card:"Wang Xian, in that case, you don't need to bring me breakfast anymore. I'll only let Li Zihang bring it."

"..." CLAP! Wang Xian slapped his hands together, delighted:"Deal!" Thinking back on it, Wang Xian found it hilarious. That damn breakfast privilege was something he'd actually fought to earn... Wait, was I really that much of a simp?

"You!" Chen Yuting choked on her anger. After several steadying breaths, she forced out a cold laugh:"Fine. I wasn't even that interested in coming today anyway. I already had plans!"

"And you're really putting on an act!" She grabbed the two girls beside her, spun around, and left.

"Wait." Wang Xian's voice came from behind.

"Too late!" Chen Yuting's lips curled, though she didn't look back. Her voice rose: "Even if you beg me now, it's no—""You forgot your jacket. This is a martial hall, not a laundromat."

"..." Chen Yuting's breath caught. Face dark, she stalked to the coat rack, snatched her jacket, and fled the martial hall. After the three left, Wang Yan stared at Wang Xian with open amazement: The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

"You little punk, finally acting like a man." He bumped Wang Xian's shoulder and jerked his chin toward Ye Miyue, lowering his voice:"Switched targets, huh? But let me tell you, bro, this girl's even harder to crack than the one who just walked out..."

"Speaking of which, when did this girl even show up at the hall..." Clearly, Wang Yan hadn't recognized that the Ye Miyue standing before him was the same disguised Technician No. 8 from earlier. Different clothes, completely different aura. Chuckling, Wang Yan said no more and walked off.

"What are you standing there for?" Wang Xian looked at Ye Miyue, whose expression stayed frozen but whose nerves were clearly wound tight.

"Oh..." Ye Miyue walked woodenly toward the arena.

"What are you going up there for?"

"Didn't you say sparring partner..." Wang Xian laughed. This silly girl actually took him seriously.

"Then pay up first."

"..." Hearing she had to pay, Ye Miyue hummed softly and actually started toward the front desk. Wang Xian moved fast, grabbing her sleeve:"You think you still have energy to train?"

"Really dumb." Only then did Ye Miyue seem to remember, her cheeks flushing slightly:"It's getting late. I'll... I'll head back first." Wang Xian nodded without speaking and followed behind her. They walked out of the martial hall. Seeing Wang Xian behind her showing no sign of stopping, Ye Miyue couldn't help but say quietly:"You don't need... to walk me..."

"Walk you?" Wang Xian looked amused.

"Who said I'm walking you home? I'm heading back too. Same direction." Ye Miyue opened her mouth, closed it, then broke into a light jog. Wang Xian jogged a few steps too. Twenty minutes later, at the subway entrance, she couldn't take it anymore. She spun around and glared at him. The meaning was clear: stop following me. But Wang Xian had stopped too, though he wasn't looking at her. His expression had turned grave, fixed on the dusky sky above. It's here.

Before long, a massive shadow swept across the heads of countless people. The dusky sky went black, as if someone had drawn a curtain. Instant darkness.

"What was that thing?"

"Hiss! Looked like a beast?"

"You're joking. What beast is that huge?"

"A plane... right? Wait, Twin Star Airport is over 100 kilometers from here."

"That thing looked bigger than a plane..."

"Run...!" CRACK! The massive shadow stirred the street into chaos. Many onlookers immediately pulled out phones to snap photos. But the next instant, as if the world had frozen, countless people stopped mid-motion: A quarreling couple pointed at each other, mouths open, unable to speak. An office worker eating beef offal let the scalding radish sit in his mouth, not chewing. A pedestrian scanning a bike-share QR code couldn't press confirm.... Time hadn't stopped.

Though they made no movements, their eyes gradually filled with terror. Domain Pressure from an S-rank beast. Anyone below seventh realm Martial Dao Grandmaster would be affected to varying degrees. For ordinary people, even from extreme distances, it could freeze them solid. After the massive shadow passed, fierce winds howled in its wake. At the same time, an azure barrier appeared across Rong City's sky.

The barrier was constructed from countless hexagonal transparent energy blocks, shielding the city above like a shell.

"Wind King Falcon... sky variant. Adult weight exceeds 200 tons. Body length at least 140 meters, height 50 meters... cruising speed 7 to 10 Mach. Its cry can shatter bulletproof glass from 10 kilometers away. A single falling feather can slice through an entire building. The Wind King Feathers covering its body also possess electromagnetic shielding..." Wang Xian seemed completely unaffected by the pressure. He stared at the massive shadow, murmuring softly. What had to come, came.

S-rank beasts are also called City-Breaker class, meaning they can devastate small and medium human cities. Their bodies can easily withstand intercontinental missile strikes. Generally, only seventh realm Martial Dao Grandmasters and above can handle them.

"The city's current defenses are too weak..." Wang Xian frowned deeply. Decades later on the alien battlefields, this thing would be small-fry level. Back then he could casually slaughter dozens with a wave of his hand. But on present-day Blue Star, it was still far too rare and terrifying. A rare beast renowned for speed. If it accelerated into a dive from the atmosphere, its burst speed could exceed 30 Mach.

Combined with its stealth capabilities, even Dragon Country's most advanced anti-missile systems would struggle to detect it. By the time you detected it, disaster had already arrived. This is what beasts are. But Wang Xian remembered that back then, a peak seventh realm Martial Dao Grandmaster happened to be in Rong City handling business. Not long after the Wind King Falcon appeared, that Grandmaster killed it. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been just a few destroyed streets and a thousand dead. But even so...

➤ Next: The Future Martial God!