But at this critical moment, those bigwigs also had no alternative but to act out of necessity. What followed was the present, where almost all the ordinary people in the Southwest states once again witnessed the brutality of war, just as their Ancestors had. Because, although they were not Martial Artists and could always hide in the background during times of peace, when war came, once Martial Artists lost their power, the first to die would definitely be these powerless ordinary people.
It was just as Wang Zhan rounded a corner that he heard a hysterical yet constantly suppressed voice by his ear. It turned out to be a child, no more than ten years old, crying bitterly while lying on a desk, tears streaming down his face, yet filled with hatred.
"Big brother, rest assured, I will become a Martial Artist! When I become a Martial Artist, I will personally avenge you and personally slaughter those beasts…"
