120: Wang Qingtian is listening

“If you touch the corner of my clothes, you win.”

At this moment, Xiao Fan’s mind echoed the ‘flag’ he had set for himself.

He looked at the bloodstain on the corner of his clothes and chuckled, “This kid, his willpower is impressive.”

Actually, Xiao Fan did it on purpose. He could have used long-range overload, so why did he insist on close combat? It was to give Wang Qingtian a chance to touch him.

Going easy on a Genius is the greatest insult to their character, more disgusting than any verbal abuse in the world. But for this last bit, so be it!

Good!

I admit that you won spiritually, but in reality, I won’t concede.

The number of victories in the Opening Class Battle can be converted into super god points!

On the sand-filled battlefield, where dust billowed, Xiao Fan stepped towards the exit, his pace unhurried.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Wang Qingtian possesses a talent on the level of a great weapon, so why did the Wang family let him run wild since childhood instead of nurturing him?

Before, he didn't think much of it. What's wrong with a young master being a bit lazy?

But now, he realized how absurd this matter was. Whether it was Zhuge Tianming or other young masters, even if they disliked training from a young age, they would be forced to practice, because their future was equivalent to the future of the Human Race.

Wang Qingtian was the Legacy of the Overlord Martial Emperor, and the expectations placed on him far exceeded even Zhuge Tianming. Yet, he didn't train at all, and no one seemed to care. It was truly strange.

Suddenly!

“Thump-thump!”

Two powerful heartbeats resounded!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and even the world itself seemed to turn dark. Everyone felt a sudden sinking in their chests, as if a giant boulder was pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe.

Xiao Fan’s pupils suddenly constricted, and he spun around abruptly, only to see a strange smile on Wang Qingtian's bloodied, bone-exposed face.

Xiao Fan was absolutely certain that the oppressive feeling that made everyone tremble came from Wang Qingtian!

But he was already unconscious!

Absolutely and completely unconscious!

What was going on?

At the referee's stand, all eight people suddenly rose, their pupils trembling as they watched this scene, their faces filled with disbelief!

Their Dao Hearts were unstable!

Because Wang Qingtian had actually… had his Awakening triggered!

“He just triggered his Awakening? How is that possible!” Demon War God Lin Wugui’s face was filled with astonishment!

The Purple Star Saint’s expression next to him was even more spectacular; she hadn't even triggered hers yet!

How did Wang Qingtian trigger his Awakening!?

What on earth was going on?

In the audience, Hercules smiled brightly, shaking with excitement, tears streaming down his face!

“Indeed… Old Ancestor was right!”

“This gamble was correct!”

Wang Guangyi, standing beside him, looked utterly bewildered and couldn't help but ask, “Grandpa, what… what exactly is going on?”

Triggering one's Awakening is a colloquial term, and its meaning is simple—Talent Awakening!

Awakening one's talent is not an instantaneous event, but a long journey. Triggering one's Awakening means that Wang Qingtian has already embarked on the path of Awakening!

The person who triggered his Awakening the fastest in history was Chen Changsheng during the Dignity Battle. At that time, he was already twenty-three, right?

Then he spent seven years, completing the path of Awakening at the age of thirty, and awakened his Miracle.

Now Wang Qingtian is only eighteen, and he has already embarked on the path of Awakening?

This directly shortened the record by five years!

This is too outrageous!

Hercules said excitedly, “Back then, after Wang Qingtian’s talent was detected, the Old Ancestor felt it.”

“He sent a letter!”

“The general meaning of the letter was not to bother him, to let him play for ten years, to do whatever he wanted, to eat, drink, gamble, and whore—the point was to let him completely become a good-for-nothing!”

“And after ten years, before the Super God Class Opening Class Battle, he was to realize his own weakness, his incompetence, and to understand what a tragedy his weakness was for the Human Race.”

“Immense pressure would fall upon him.”

“Finally, there would be two outcomes.”

“First, he would be directly crushed by the pressure, completely becoming a rotten person!”

“Second, he would rebound from rock bottom, with a chance to trigger his Awakening directly!”

“It truly surprised me. I thought this rebound from rock bottom would take at least a few more years, right?”

“But it came today!”

“As expected of someone with my Wang family’s Bloodline!”

“Remarkable!”

Hercules’s gaze swept over the ten people on the small thrones. Among them, seven now had expressions of confusion, helplessness, and even envy on their faces, including Ying Zheng and Xi He!

Everyone pursues Talent Awakening.

Because it signifies the greatest qualitative change, the strongest power. But the Old Ancestor told him that the best way to Awaken talent is not through pressure from the same level of power, but through a transformation of the mind!

Most people believed that Chen Changsheng’s talent Awakening was due to the terrifying power of the Black-Eyed Devil King causing him to erupt to his limits.

But that was not the case; rather, his own inner self was sublimated in that battle!

The Overlord Martial Emperor is indeed someone who is close to the end of the Martial Dao. His understanding of the Martial Dao is no longer on the same dimension as the current powerhouses of the Federation!

Everyone thought that Hercules was crazy, that letting Wang Qingtian run wild was a waste of talent. In reality, others were only on the first floor, while he was already in the stratosphere!

Xiao Fan pouted. He didn't know what 'triggering one's Awakening' meant, he just felt that Wang Qingtian seemed to have gotten stronger.

Whatever, no matter how strong he gets, he can't surpass me.

He scanned the crowd with a glance, a little surprised. Everyone looked at him with awe, without any insults.

They're not cursing anymore?

Why?

Wang Qingtian isn't even that strong. Winning against such an opponent shouldn't be something worth respecting, right?

He left the arena, intending to circle around to the audience seats, but in the underground passage, he was stopped by a group of people.

In front of him were youths, maidens, and burly men…

“What do you all want to do?” Xiao Fan’s brows furrowed, thinking, “Are these people looking for death?”

Cursing is one thing, but daring to directly get in his face?

Suddenly, a young girl excitedly rushed forward, her face smiling like a bright daisy.

She held a bouquet of flowers, a pen, and a piece of paper in her hand, and nervously asked, “Can you give us an autograph?”

“I… I also came for an autograph.” The delinquent youth from outside earlier cautiously approached, his face full of sheepish smiles.

The burly man also stepped forward.

Xiao Fan was dumbfounded. He asked in surprise, “Asking me for an autograph?”

“You’re not trying to prank me, are you?”

“I’m telling you, I don’t like these kinds of pranks, and I never hold back when I hit people!”

This group of people was also bewildered.

The girl frowned and said, “How could we prank you?”

“You are our hero!”

“Before you, we never thought a Saint-Grade could defeat a Myth-Grade!”

“And we never imagined a Saint-Grade could use seven elements simultaneously!”

“You created a Miracle, you created history!”

“You are so incredible, of course… we like you!”

At these words, Xiao Fan’s old face actually flushed, but he remained puzzled, saying, “You mean, in your eyes, my victory over Wang Qingtian is a very remarkable thing?”

“Of course, it’s more than remarkable, it’s a Miracle!” The girl said excitedly, “I’ll be there to support you in all your future battles!”

“Hehe, I’ll also call my brothers and sisters to vote for you in the popularity polls!”

Xiao Fan was a little bewildered. He blankly took the paper and pen and began signing one by one.

Those who received autographs jumped up excitedly, some even knelt down and kowtowed to Xiao Fan on the spot, saying things like, “Thank the Human Race for having someone like you.”

Xiao Fan’s signing speed grew faster and faster.

Finally, he left in a hurry.

He was a bit unaccustomed to this kind of thing. Since childhood, he had been used to being at odds with everyone, used to being overwhelmed by curses from all sides.

No matter how vicious the insults, they were light and insignificant to him.

But to have people anticipate him, cheer him on, vote for him in popularity polls, regard him as a hero, and support him—this was a completely different feeling.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a heavy pressure, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Perhaps he feared that these people’s expectations would be dashed, that they would discover he wasn’t as strong as they thought, and that Wang Qingtian was simply too weak.

Thinking of the disappointed looks he would receive then.

Would he, the Dog King who prided himself on having no moral bottom line, still be able to accept it calmly?