So, was Wang Zhan just messing around with them?

But through the eyes of a genius like Yuan Mengru, it was not that simple. They saw something deeper, something more.

"Is... is he trying to push himself to his limit?"

"He wants to challenge his own boundaries. It appears he's trying to find a way to break through within these limitations..."

"Even if he loses, he doesn't really lose anything; he can just swallow a few more elixirs. But if he wins, he may truly step into the Martial Master realm..."

Not everyone in the Federation was a fool; at least these people seemed to see the situation quite thoroughly.

Did they not see that even though Wang Zhan was just watching the game, the old fox on the referee stage never tried to stop him and was even crunching on sunflower seeds?

Unfortunately, only Wang Zhan knew.

"Entering a state of limit is easy. For example, simply selecting a random group of beasts and slaughtering them in a bloody melee would suffice. But since we don't have the conditions now, we won't stop you. However, if you cannot enter a state of limit in this round, we won't have as much time for you to fool around in the next. It would be better to launch an all-out assault without considering the consumption; that would be more effective than what you are doing now..."

Old Master Zao of the Martial Emperor Realm spoke, his words naturally commanding and piercing straight to the heart of the matter.

Wang Zhan cracked a grin but did not respond.

He was close to feeling his own limit. Presumably, after about another half an hour of depleting all his Essence Energy and mental power, he would completely exhaust his reserves. Maybe by then, launching an all-out assault would yield some unusual results.

The main thing was that he was so accustomed to the System he had, which allowed him to advance rapidly when facing stronger foes, that suddenly wanting to challenge his own limit was just too difficult!

But, before half an hour had passed, Wang Zhan's step stiffened, and he nearly stumbled and fell.

"Hahahaha, he can't hold on much longer! Attack, attack, surround him!"

Although this team was also running on fumes, they still had some reserves. They instantly gulped down a few Mixed Essence Pills, betting their lives without caring if the medicine's potency would cause their bodies to explode.

However, before they had a chance to rejoice, Wang Zhan directly crammed nearly dozens of Mixed Essence Pills into his mouth all at once.

Yun Tianyi's expression tightened, and he quickly whispered in Wang Zhan's ear, "Wang Zhan, what are you doing?"

Even he, an old fox, was not clear about the situation, let alone the students who had been paying close attention to Wang Zhan.

What was Wang Zhan doing? Wasn't he supposed to be pushing his own boundaries? Then why was he swallowing elixirs?

Before they could ruminate on it further, almost at the same instant Wang Zhan swallowed the elixirs, a surge of power suddenly erupted from him. With the last Blood Essence Pill, an aura comparable to a Grandmaster's reappeared.

This instantly caught the attention of the four Martial Emperors, their eyes narrowing slightly. Was this Wang Zhan's hidden ace and true talent? Also, this kid had become more proficient in manipulating his bloodline talent.

Wang Zhan did not bother to explain to them.

He sensed it. A crisis was descending from the distant Heaven and Earth, right above his head, filling him with an overwhelming, unending dread.

So, he roared. The Liyun Blade on his back unsheathed with a CLANG, and then he shouted, "Ambush!"

This premonition was even more terrifying than the one he had felt within the Oceania Death Battlefield; it plunged his entire being into what seemed like an endless, deathly silence.

The few low-rank Warriors in front of him, who were trying to surround him, were instantly thrown to the ground by this thunderous shout.

But Wang Zhan did not even give them a glance. His aura was so imposing that it nearly made them believe they were seeing their final hour.

So... terrifying! Is this the Wang Zhan who can slay a Grandmaster?

It turned out Wang Zhan had been restraining himself this whole time; he was self-handicapping, nearly making others forget about the power that lay behind him.

He was a genius.

A once-in-a-lifetime genius in the history of the Federation, one in a hundred million, capable of killing enemies across three major realms of strength, utterly invincible.

Those drowsy students were all jolted awake by Wang Zhan.

Each of them wore uncertain expressions as they glanced at Wang Zhan in the middle of the field and the other students around them who were also utterly clueless.

"What's happening?"

"What kind of madness is Wang Zhan up to now? If he wants to kill someone, just get on with it. Why does he need to shout so loudly?"

"This kid is getting bolder and bolder. Does he really think no one can stop him? ..."

Before they could think more about it, the four Martial Emperors, following Wang Zhan's line of sight, finally noticed something amiss and stood up abruptly. Their auras surged, threatening to blow away the surrounding tables and chairs.

In the sky, there was indeed a brilliant meteor.

At this moment, it swayed in mid-air, getting closer and closer, brighter and brighter, even surpassing the stars in the sky. It did not possess any overwhelming aura; however, it trailed a turbulent plume of dust and smoke.

"Ambush!"

"Prepare for battle!"

"The Military Department to the front, students stay back! Everyone retreat immediately from here! Anyone who dares to hinder will be killed without mercy!"

Shouts erupted, the sound echoing throughout the Temporary Stadium. The setup for the Federal Martial Arts Competition trembled, and some of the glass shattered violently, scattering everywhere.

Then, Yun Tianyi, Edward, Wei Daoming, and Mu Dongjun all shot into the sky, directly breaking through the canopy of the Temporary Stadium. The five Grandmaster-level individuals with them all followed suit.

The remaining Grandmasters, Martial Masters, mentors, and Military Department personnel quickly gathered, coordinating from afar as they intended to evacuate everyone from the scene.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense, like a dark cloud enfolding a city doomed to destruction.

Finally, some people could even make out the shadows and uneven surface of the dazzling star.

It grew closer, more conspicuous, as if a piece of the celestial dome had shattered and was now plummeting towards the earth.

It seemed about to fall from the sky, its reflection deeply imprinted in everyone's eyes.

The Military Department mentors maintained their solemnity, betraying no emotion as they withdrew in an orderly fashion.

No matter how nervous they were inwardly, not a trace of it showed on their faces.

The Academy mentors, following the lead of the Military Department mentors, began shouting and directing with all their might.

In that moment, the Temporary Stadium in the Jing State Wilderness Area became a scene of chaos, urgency, and crisis.

"Gather! Gather!"

"Come to me! Come to me! If you don't want to die, hurry up and get over here!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack! All Federation personnel, immediately evacuate and follow the main force out! Move, move, move!..."

One muddled team after another, along with countless tense mentors, converged.

Under the moonlight, they formed a long, thin, black serpent, swiftly moving and spreading towards Jing State, like a black tide welling up from the earth, inexplicably evoking tension and fear.

"What the hell is happening? What's that meteor in the sky?"

"Are we going to die? Why has this year's Federal Martial Arts Competition turned out this way!"

"It's Wang Zhan! It must be that damned comet! He brought us bad luck; he brought disaster to the Federation..."

"Shut up! You loser! The Federation's people die standing, not live kneeling! What bad luck? It's just a Beast Tide invasion! If you're afraid of dying, then don't call yourself one of the Federation's people..."

The people were in turmoil, their voices a cacophony.

There were still people attempting to smear Wang Zhan's name, trying to lay the blame on him.

But alas, once those cowardly scions who shrank from battle had departed, their accusations lost all traction, and they were quickly shouted down by the crowd.

Tucked away in the crowd, Yuan Mengru, Chu Yuming, and Hanqing turned their heads.

They saw him.

The young man who had first run rampant in the Federal Martial Arts Competition, going on a killing spree, and then, for the sake of resources, had unscrupulously put on acts and even resorted to highway robbery.

Finally, without a care, he swallowed countless elixirs and drew the Liyun Blade that he had carried on his back the whole time but never used during the Federal Martial Arts Competition.

Amid the flickering cold light, he kept leaping forward, swiftly moving out of the meteor's strike radius. His figure was agile, like a young warrior charging onto the battlefield.

Chu Yuming's gaze flickered, a surge of aspiration rising in his heart. If... if I could improve just a little bit more, I should be able to move freely like him, not having to stay with these losers, but only to fight...

None of the mentors could act freely; the only person who could was Wang Zhan.

He was an exchange student who had already severed ties with the Chu State Military Academy and was no longer under their jurisdiction. Coincidentally, the four great factions of the Federation had not yet established clear lines of authority among themselves, making his supervision ambiguous and difficult.

Yuan Mengru watched the back of the rapidly advancing young man with a complex expression, momentarily speechless and choked with emotion. Why... why does the Federation have someone like you... Since you're already so shameless, why not be a little more shameless?

Do you not know that those who act independently are prone to death? Does the Federation need you to play the hero?

Or do you truly believe you are the hero of the Federation? The heroes of the Federation are only fit to lie in the graves reserved for Federation heroes...

Hanqing turned his head but did not pay much attention to Wang Zhan's retreating figure. Instead, he stared intently at the meteor.

He knew exactly what that meteor was, which made him grit his teeth, his face contorting in anger. The Beast Tide Sky Curtain, huh? Don't you worry. Sooner or later, I'll invade your battlefields, sweep through your homes... and in doing so, avenge my parents!

Besides Wei Daoming and a few others who knew the inside story, no one else knew that the parents of this young man, hidden from the Federation's genius list, had died under the descent of these star-like Beast Tides.

「Federation Calendar, 2257, March 8th.」

「Midnight.」

Right in the middle of the Federal Martial Arts Competition, unexpected events arose, especially the emergence of a young hero, Wang Zhan, born in the slums.

But before he could make his mark in the opening stages of the competition and garner widespread attention from the Federation, thirty-seven meteor showers rudely shattered the edge of Earth's Star War Battlefield.

The Beast Tide Sky Curtain descended from the heavens!

Three human Giant Cities fell once again, resulting in countless casualties. Nearly a hundred Grandmasters and over ten Grandmasters were killed in action, leaving no doubt as to the outcome.

The other thirty-four meteors crashed down on the wilderness battlefield, forming thirty-four massive craters, like black blemishes on the brilliant, expansive canvas of Earth.

Thus, because the Military Department, whose strategy was to engage enemies beyond the borders, had, through oversight, allowed undefended blind spots to emerge, the Federation was plunged into another drastic upheaval.

Historically known as "The Seventh Beast Tide Sky Curtain"!

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