Chapter 9 Impulsiveness is the essence of man

Wang Dong suddenly felt that this fellow was not so cold-blooded after all. He touched the small box in his arms; it was a miracle that it had been preserved. Although it might not truly bring back the black coal, Wang Dong did not regret his impulsiveness.

The black charcoal unexpectedly did not respond to Wang Dong's command for the first time, but instead charged forward recklessly. Suddenly, the black charcoal came to a halt, its body slowly lifting off the ground

The Zago behind immediately charged forward with a shriek. The problem was that all the roads in every direction were blocked. The mine was in sight, yet it felt like it was worlds away.

Just like piercing through a piece of paper, it penetrated Wang Dong's thigh, lifting him into the air. Perhaps the intense pain suddenly stimulated Wang Dong, who struck out with a palm, directly severing Zago's claw, causing him to fall from the air.

Thus, Wang Dong became lonely again. Although the Martial God could be considered a presence, it was fundamentally different from Heitan; it was intangible. Moreover, the Martial God seemed quite dissatisfied with Wang Dong's abilities and began rigorous training. Deep down, Wang Dong was overly ambitious. The incident with Heitan could only be regarded as an accident, yet he still felt it was his own mistake. Knowing one’s errors necessitates correction. The pride and competitiveness of youth also allowed Wang Dong to immerse himself completely in the profound meanings of the Blade Technique without any distractions. Wang Dong was inherently too ambitious. The incident with Heitan could only be regarded as an accident, yet he still felt it was his own mistake. Knowing one’s errors necessitates correction. The pride and competitiveness of youth also allowed Wang Dong to immerse himself completely in the profound meanings of the Blade Technique without any distractions.

Regarding the cultivation of the Blade Technique on https://mhetushu.com, it seems that the Martial God has not provided any advice, as he has not practiced it himself. What he imparts are merely some combat experiences and skills. However, Wang Dong feels that the Martial God seems to take pleasure in belittling him; it is only when he looks down on Wang Dong that the Martial God exhibits his true demeanor. Nevertheless, some of his words still hold significant truth.

Master ... ... hurry ... ...

The young man experienced for the first time what it truly means to feel sadness

After Wang Dong fell, the space crystal flickered with light, and the Martial God seemed to slowly appear. He glanced at Wang Dong, then looked around at the chaotic scene, and let out a faint sigh, "Impulsive, yet truly genuine; no wonder he was chosen. Kid, the road ahead is long, learn to be strong."

A voice that was both harsh and oddly impulsive; Heitan had somehow procured a large wooden stump and charged towards this direction, and within his usually mechanical gaze, there was unexpectedly a violent fluctuation.

It seems that the Martial God has always taken pleasure in striking down Wang Dong; there is a saying that others' pain is one's own joy

This time, the Blade Technique has undergone a transformation; within him, a new center has emerged. One is naturally the Eighth Brain Domain, also known as the Sea of Consciousness, while at the Dantian, a new source of power has appeared. This should be the point of eruption for the genetic core force. It seems that this time, the deviation from the path has allowed him to directly complete a crucial step in activating the genetic core force.

"Black charcoal, put me down." Wang Dong felt that these Zago were coming for him

"Just know it, I will give you a day off." After saying this, it seemed that the Martial God just retreated back in.

Wang Dong scratched his head and said, "At that time, I didn't think of anything, my apologies"

Hundreds of Zago were unexpectedly wiped out by Wang Dong in a short time. With no target left, Wang Dong's gaze became vacant, filled with a sense of sorrow, and he let out a silent roar before collapsing in despair

This recent day trip to the Ghost Gate has indeed allowed Wang Dong to gain considerable experience, and it feels as though a person who has struggled back from the brink of death carries an indescribable aura.

However, the combat power that Wang Dong has currently unleashed appears to be akin to a state of madness.

Boom

Wang Dong took more than ten minutes to run back. He did not know if the Zago tribe would come again, but this time he felt like a warrior. Although his childhood dream was to be a scientist, it seemed that, compared to thinking, he was more suited to taking action.

This time, the duration of a complete cycle was not that long. Wang Dong, for an unprecedented five hours, completed the task. After finishing, Wang Dong felt extremely hungry. Although those unappetizing meatballs were lacking in taste, aroma, and appearance, they were still able to sustain him. He hurriedly stuffed his mouth full and then stored the small black box in the crystal space. Regardless of the odds, if he could return to Earth, he would definitely find a way to try it.

Kill!

Wang Dong sat down heavily on the ground, feeling immense pain all over his body, as if he were completely broken

The blade technique, which had nearly come to a halt, was suddenly activated like a whirlwind, and a hurricane erupted, causing Wang Dong's body to abruptly suspend in mid-air

Yet some, driven by an uncontrollable frenzy and experiencing a surge in mental power, became murderers, ultimately meeting their demise.

Wang Dong charged into the Zago crowd as if he had gone mad, killing one after another, with no Zago able to withstand a single punch from him. There was no semblance of strategy or technique; some Zago were directly torn apart by Wang Dong. His pupils had vanished, and this state resembled a form of demonic obsession.

The 256-degree genetic nuclear force point ignited instantaneously, gathering in the dantian, and the explosive power swept outward.

The seated Wang Dong did not rest; instead, he began to cultivate his Blade Technique. The more fatigued and challenged he became, the better the opportunity to unleash his potential

Kill! Kill! Kill!

I understand with the book, I know

Oh dear

This time it is over

Wang Dong was awakened by the sunlight, without a single thought in his mind. The first thing he did upon getting up was to look for Heitan. Wang Dong crouched on the ground like a police dog, searching until he retrieved a small box from a piece of iron.

Wang Dong, who had originally given up hope, was deeply angered, his mind blank, driven by an almost frenzied impulse

Upon hearing Wang Dong's words, it seems that the Martial God feels he has been too petty, after all, he is also a figure of Martial God level

The sound of a bell ringing

This is the integrated box of black charcoal, what a stroke of luck that it has not been damaged. Wang Dong blew a breath, gently wiped off the dust, and carefully placed it into his bosom

Forget it, you must understand that in future battles, there will be countless situations like this. You cannot save everyone; do you think you are a god of war? This time, you were lucky to inadvertently activate the gene core power and managed to survive without falling into madness. Do not think that this is your strength; even if it were, it is hardly worth mentioning.

The cultivation of the Eighth Brain Domain is very dangerous, as it pertains to the realm of the mind. A moment's carelessness can lead to mental disorder, resulting in either madness or a vegetative state. Every year, many individuals fall into obsession due to reckless practice of techniques or severe stimulation, and merely preserving one's life is considered quite fortunate

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Since it is known that the robot's integration box can bring one back to life, why risk one's life? Even the martial god almost lost his life in the process

Roar

Its chest had already been pierced, and Wang Dong fell to the ground. Heitan struggled, but it was evident that Zago was not interested in the broken iron; with just a few swipes of its claws, it tore Heitan into pieces.

"Kid, you should thank God that you are still alive," said the seemingly ethereal Martial God.

Wang Dong limped toward the mine, his left leg still not fully healed; it was truly a stroke of luck that the bone had not been shattered in that incident

A man of honor knows what to pursue and what to refrain from; at the very least, he stands here now, able to hold his head high and stand tall

Wang Dong opened his mouth and said, "What happened? How are you still alive?"

A deep red Zago slowly crawled out. Wang Dong had never seen such a Zago before; it was evident that this creature was more interested in him. The deep red Zago crushed the black carbon body underfoot, as if stepping on garbage. Do not think this is a coincidence; the intelligence of the Zago race is not low, and they enjoy playing with their prey.

In the practice of martial arts, one must exercise caution. The reason the Blade Technique has become widespread is that its effectiveness is extremely low, yet it poses no risk of falling into madness.

The wooden stake directly knocked the broken-legged Zago away, and before the other Zagos could react, Heitan picked up Wang Dong and ran away