At the foot of Mount Yan, two titans once again commenced their battle.
However, the outcome still left Zhang Nanhai disappointed.
Just as Zhang Nanhai had previously confirmed, a thousand people were the limit for the fusion of Terminal masters.
“Mr. Zhang, what on earth happened? Why is it that our titan, formed by the fusion of one thousand and five hundred of us, still can't match up to the titan formed by a mere thousand?”
After the battle ended, the martial artists, who had returned to their original state, all turned to ask Zhang Nanhai.
Zhang Nanhai's hand was clenched so tightly that his fingertips had actually sunk deep into his own flesh.
“You all should go back. Today's training has come to an end. Let me think about it some more.”
Zhang Nanhai waved his hand, dispersing the crowd.
After everyone left, Zhang Nanhai sat alone at the peak of Mount Yan, drinking liquor.
As the saying goes, it's lonely at the top.
At this moment, Zhang Nanhai truly felt the pressure.
The survival of mankind rested solely on his shoulders, a burden so heavy it nearly took his breath away.
It had only been a few years since Zhang Nanhai became the foremost individual in the world.
Before this, the spot where he stood had always been occupied by Ye Fan.
It was hard for Zhang Nanhai to imagine the pressure Ye Fan must have endured over those years. He thought it was likely no less than his own.
Zhang Nanhai tilted his head back, downing several mouthfuls of strong liquor in quick succession.
At that moment, a series of heavy footstep sound echoed from behind.
“Mr. Chu?”
Zhang Nanhai abruptly turned around, his eyes filled with joy as he looked behind him.
He thought that it was Ye Fan who had come back to help him.
However, after turning around, he saw that it was Mo Wuya.
“Wuya, it's you.”
Zhang Nanhai felt a bit disappointed. After giving a brief greeting, he turned around and continued to drink his liquor.
Mo Wuya stepped forward and sat down beside him.
He snatched the flagon from Zhang Nanhai's hand and took a few swigs himself.
“Nanhai, I remember you didn't use to drink. Back then, you were like a college student fresh out of school, even afraid to speak up. You were engrossed in studying formations. I even teased you for being a bookworm. But it's only been a few years, and you've already learned to drown your sorrows in alcohol. What happened? Talk to me. Is it because you argued with Yuqing? When I arrived just now, I saw Yuqing crying as she ran down the hill.”
Zhang Nanhai shook his head. “Wuya, you know, when it comes to matters of the heart, I've always been too preoccupied to pay them any mind. If it were just about her, it wouldn't have affected my mood.”
In the past, due to Ye Fan's influence, Zhang Nanhai had a considerable regard for Jiang Yuqing.
But now, to him, Jiang Yuqing was no different from those other young fangirls.
There were countless women like Jiang Yuqing. He simply didn't have the time to bother with them.
“If not a woman, then what could it be? You hold great power now. The entire International Martial Arts Union is practically revolving around you. Moreover, you are also the leader of the preparation team. In this world, apart from that guy, who else would dare to make you frown and upset you?”
Zhang Nanhai took another swig of his drink. “Wuya, you don't understand. I just feel the pressure is too much. The experiment of today, once again, ended in failure. The fusion of Terminal martial artists encountered a bottleneck. Does this imply that there are bottlenecks even in the fusion of Grandmasters and Supreme masters? This is fatal. The power of the Titan Formation has a limit, but the strength of the Universe Tree at present is unknown. Without a doubt, this implies that the path we've taken could potentially be a dead end.”
Zhang Nanhai was filled with sorrow.
Upon hearing this, Mo Wuya remained remarkably composed.
“Nanhai, don't put too much pressure on yourself. In this world, there's really no such thing as a sure bet. Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Besides, as you said, it's only a possibility. That signifies we still have a fifty percent chance of triumphing over the Universe Tree. Isn't that so?”
Zhang Nanhai nodded. “You make a valid point, but it feels like I'm gambling with the fate of all mankind. Mr. Chu is right. We should indeed prepare for both possibilities. While we work on the Titan Formation, the Mars Migration Mission should also continue.”
“Nanhai, let's not bring up this matter again and refrain from mentioning Ye Fan in the future. By now, his reputation is in tatters. He is recognized globally as a coward, a deserter. If you walked too closely with him, it could also tarnish your reputation.”
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