CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: FOR HUMANITY, THE ANCESTOR STAR CAN BE USED AS CONSUMABLE!

Luo Fan’s expression was serious, his eyes sincere, with a hint of inexplicable persistence in his words.

"Why do you want to fight me?"

Su Tu did not agree immediately.

"Your martial heart is unstable, and your emotions stem from jealousy. Su Tu, I’m very jealous of you!"

Luo Fan’s voice was not small, attracting the attention of Mo Ya and Tang Yangwu, who had just finished their basic skill cultivation.

He stood tall with a military man’s iron-blooded demeanor, his tiger eyes firm, brutally revealing his thoughts.

"I hail from the Federation Seventh Colony Star Kada, born into a military family. Starting from my great-grandfather, we have served in the Federation Army. From a young age, I began learning the Martial Arts Dao, honing my muscles and bones, tempering my heart and spirit, diligently cultivating techniques."

"My physical talent is not bad, although I’m lacking in heart and spirit, I’ve barely supplemented it with sheer willpower. In technique and fighting, I consider myself capable of reaching the pinnacle of my generation."

"I’ve always known that among the trillions of martial artists in the Federation, my talent is insignificant. Yet, I still believe I can stand atop the mountains and overlook the multitude of stars and suns—if I try hard enough, nothing is impossible!"

Luo Fan spoke each word deliberately.

"Until I met you. Only then did I realize that such a prodigy truly exists in this world. You seem like a born Venerable, effortlessly erasing all my efforts."

"I am jealous of you, very jealous. I also despise this part of me, but right now, I really can’t focus on cultivation. It feels like only by fighting you can I prove that all my years of effort weren’t in vain, stabilizing my martial heart."

"Of course, I’m not forcing you to fight me. You have no obligation to accommodate me; this is merely... the challenge of a mediocre person..."

Luo Fan’s voice was bitter, his smile waning.

Although Su Tu had little contact with him, in his impression, every time he arrived at the martial arts gym, Luo Fan was already immersed in rigorous training. After pushing his basic skills to the limit, he would continue to train in other ways.

In his perception, Luo Fan was always the most relentless, the most diligent one.

Indeed, Luo Fan had always been doing so. In this era, with the stars shining brightly and the sun blazing radiant, he wanted to glimpse the peak. Lacking inborn talent, he could only give it his all. He always believed that as long as he was relentless enough, he was no less than those geniuses.

Until just now...

He had to exert all his strength to etch a sliver of the Taiyin Divine Wonders into his heart and spirit, while Su Tu managed to succeed in collecting it with just a glance, reflecting the moonlight.

From physical body to techniques, to the heart and spirit in the end.

The appearance of Su Tu was like a towering mountain, pressing firmly upon Luo Fan’s heart.

The unspoken suffocating feeling left Luo Fan breathless, as though from a young age he aspired to climb a high mountain, but suddenly, one day, that mountain appeared right in front of him.

Towering into the mountains, looking up, the peak unseen, the moment a real genius appears...

Luo Fan’s martial heart wavered. Could he really surpass such a monster, or rather, on what grounds could he surpass such a monster?

If not for starting martial arts a few years earlier, it’s uncertain whether he’d even have the qualifications to stand before the other party. Countless chaotic thoughts disturbed him.

Luo Fan could no longer focus on cultivation. He felt his jealousy rising like fire.

Born from military roots, he was straightforward and upright, incapable of despicable acts. Yet he indeed found it hard to settle into cultivation, unless he could prove that his years of hard work were not in vain...

Engaging in fierce fighting and combat techniques was what he took the most pride in.

Therefore, he stood here, requesting a battle with Su Tu, aiming to steady his mindset through it.

"Alright."

Listening to Luo Fan’s words, Su Tu showed no other emotion but smiled and agreed.

He could see that Luo Fan bore no ill will, merely caught in a certain persistence. As classmates, fighting to verify and sharpen their techniques with each other was very normal.

Moreover, gaining skill level through fighting yielded higher proficiency than merely training techniques.

A win-win situation, why not enjoy it.

Upon hearing Su Tu agree, Luo Fan first showed delight on his face, but then a sense of inexplicable guilt rose in his heart.

He had been passionate about fighting for many years, yet now he was about to battle against a classmate who had just entered the Martial Arts Dao, and the other party, who had no obligation to fight him, agreed so readily.

This round of reflection made Luo Fan feel dim compared to Su Tu.

But... he had no other choice now. His heart, unwillingness, jealousy, and even a deeply hidden trace of fear intertwined, making him restless.

"Thank you! Really, thank you. Regardless of how my mindset is after this battle, you, Su Tu, will always be my benefactor!" Luo Fan spoke earnestly.

Next door to the Body Tempering Room, there was a huge arena.

The two of them bounded up.

Tang Yangwu and Mo Ya, who listened to their conversation throughout, quickly followed to watch the excitement.

"Who do you think will win?" Mo Ya asked.

Tang Yangwu, blessed with clear, discerning eyes capable of perceiving momentum, had a direct sense of strength and weakness in judgment.

"What do you think?" Tang Yangwu smiled slightly, without stating directly.

"Su Tu may have astonishing talent, but Luo Fan is quite skilled in technique and fighting, holding a Golden Rank in the Galaxy Martial Competition. We are in an age where few reach the Golden rank.

I don’t think Su Tu can win," Mo Ya spoke eloquently.

Tang Yangwu remained silent, only smiling.

"Indeed, Luo Fan’s momentum is strong, like a fierce tiger in the mountains."

In Tang Yangwu’s eyes, it’s as if a fierce tiger stood menacingly behind Luo Fan, full of dominance, roaring at the sky. This was Luo Fan’s momentum, domineering as a tiger, full of oppressive power; he believed he couldn’t last thirty rounds in front of the opponent.

Just by looking at momentum, Luo Fan was indeed very strong, but...

"But you’re facing a true... genius."

In Tang Yangwu’s eyes, standing opposite the roaring, ferocious tiger was a towering, majestic sun, quietly standing, making the tiger seem so... insignificant!

Meanwhile, on the arena.

The two had agreed to only use techniques and not resort to cultivation.

Luo Fan charged like a leopard, fists clenched, positioned behind him, as he lunged at Su Tu. As he ran, his fists carried a lethal force akin to a thousand catties, aiming to smash down on Su Tu’s head.

His movements were clean and swift, without any unnecessary flair, solely for the purpose of fierce combat.

"Be careful!"

However, from this moment on, the pressure Luo Fan exerted on Su Tu was even more intense than the Kashashitsu with its incomplete body that Su Tu previously subdued.

Before, Su Tu would have had a tough time against Luo Fan, but just the day before, his fighting skills had risen to Middle Tier...

In Su Tu’s eyes, while Luo Fan’s posture was commendable, there were many flaws. Su Tu exerted force lightly underfoot, moving like a dead leaf in the wind, effortlessly dodging Luo Fan’s killing technique.

Luo Fan, seeing this, remained calm, transforming fists into palms, aiming at Su Tu’s chest, but Su Tu’s palm struck upwards, directly deflecting Luo Fan’s single palm.

Luo Fan’s attack methods were fierce, and the two watching from below were frightened; if they were on stage, they might have been struck down in the first move.

Yet Su Tu nonchalantly fended off all of Luo Fan’s offensive techniques.

"You’re impressive!"

Su Tu sincerely praised him, feeling his fighting techniques improving with every move against Luo Fan, a situation he hadn’t experienced in his fight with Kashashitsu the previous day.

"Su Tu, face me directly for one move to decide the winner!" Luo Fan looked into Su Tu’s eyes, already filled with astonishment.

He couldn’t imagine that a newcomer, who had only recently delved into the Martial Arts Dao, could fight him to such an extent.

An unbelievable thought was gradually consuming his mind.

And now, he wanted to verify that thought.

"Alright!" Su Tu readily agreed.

Boom!!

Luo Fan charged like a cannonball, delivering a punch that seemed like a falling meteor, with the surrounding air erupting into sharp sounds of air bursts.

This punch was directed straight at Su Tu.

"Who will win?"

"Who will win!!" Tang Yangwu and Mo Ya, below the stage, couldn’t help but voice their thoughts at that moment.

The oppressive feeling Luo Fan exuded was too strong, and even without using cultivation, the lethal force displayed had already surpassed that of an ordinary martial artist. While Su Tu was a genius, he was, after all, new to the Martial Arts Dao...

As the two pondered.

Boom!!!

A figure, under the impact of a strange force, flew out of the arena, slamming heavily onto the ground.

"Prajna Seven Kills: Double Dawn Shock!"

On the arena, the figure of a young man stood, with sparks dancing around him.

And lying on the ground... was Luo Fan!

"So it’s true, you never used your full strength..." He finally verified that thought, realizing Su Tu had never fought with his full might.

Looking at the figure on the arena, Luo Fan felt an inexplicable relief, a feeling he couldn’t describe, but he knew that from now on, he would witness the rise of a blazing sun!

....

North Sea Supreme Administrative Office.

Several virtual light projections flashed in front of them, with orders constantly updating before their eyes.

The intelligent light brain aided them in swiftly confirming each document.

Suddenly, a document floated before them.

"Are you sure about granting such special privileges to martial artists on the Ancestor Star?"

"The powers of the martial artists are too vast; it might lead to social unrest."

A hoarse voice spoke up.

"It’s bound to get chaotic eventually. The Seven Great Alliances have reached an agreement with the Federation; after the martial examinations, a group from the Seven Great Alliances will be extradited to the Ancestor Star."

"Other civilizations are still negotiating with the Ancestor Star, along with those races and beasts that have sneaked in."

"The Ancestor Star will inevitably descend into chaos; if so, it might as well be meaningful chaos. Special privileges are desires, and desires are the best tools to drive human motivation."

"If we want to make the Ancestor Star embrace martial valor nationwide and quickly elevate the fortune of the Martial Arts Dao, this is the best way."

A somewhat mechanical voice sounded.

"This is the Ancestor Star, the origin of humanity, not your laboratory. Don’t bring your theories into this!" The hoarse voice carried a trace of anger.

Yet the mechanical voice, unhurried, stated, "For the sake of humanity, the Ancestor Star can serve as consumables; it’s their honor."

"To hell with your idea of ’honor’!"