Chapter 68: Every Step in Your Heart

ugh the weathered plaque has faded writing and is little known, it will surely become famous because of you!”After saying these words, Jiang Wang bent down and bowed deeply: "May you rest in peace in..."I'll be right back."

Wang Yiwu got up and walked out, while Wen Lianmu sat still, unmoving. He even had the refinement to pour himself a cup of tea and savor it carefully - the tea at the Generalissimo's Mansion was always of exceptional quality.

Just as he was confident in his own judgment, he also had no reason to doubt Wang Yiwu's abilities.

As for Wang Yiwu himself, he was full of vigor and confidence, his bearing calm and composed.

"Unmatched in the same realm, is Jiang Mengxiong's requirement for himself, and also his consistent confidence."

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Numerous battles have been fought for this title, and countless challengers have achieved it.

From the meridians to the Zhoutian, from the Zhoutian to Tongtian, without exception.

The Heavenly Transcendence Realm further transcends ancient and modern times, achieving the ultimate limit of history.

Even when reaching the Dragon Soaring realm, there will be no exceptions.

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What Zheng Shangming He wouldn't even bother to glance at him.

No matter how you don't rely on relationships, no matter how you strive relentlessly, no matter how stubborn or how hard you work.

What does that even count for

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He had defeated countless geniuses.

Even the fat man Chong Xuan Sheng, if it weren't for Chong Xuan Zun, who would he have known

I could hear the noise and commotion outside the house.

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"Dare you! How dare you run wild here"

The servants in the Marshal's mansion were also very angry. As the saying goes, "a third-rank official under a prime minister's door," the servants of the Generalissimo's mansion were figures who could shake things up outside. They had never seen anyone dare to make a ruckus in front of the mansion.

Only Zheng Shangming's voice was unrestrained: "You are not worthy of talking to me, get Wang Yiwu out here!"

As Wen Lianmu said, this person is indeed contradictory and awkward. He seems to be able to endure anything and suffer any hardship. But once he truly gets angry, he becomes reckless and uncaring.

Wang Yiwu's mind raced, but his face remained impassive. His steps were steady and unhurried, each one taken with perfect precision. The moment his feet touched the ground, he maintained a state of readiness for action at all times.

This allows him to launch the most powerful attacks at any time and place.

And as he walked out of the Marshal's Mansion in the respectful gazes of the servants, he immediately saw Zheng Shangming, who was imposing and hadn't even had time to change his clothes.

He was dressed in a porter's clothes and ran from there to here non-stop.

It really looks pathetic and angry.

Wang Yiwu looked at him, his eyes unruffled. He simply asked, "You seek me"

As soon as Wang Yiwu appeared, everyone in the Zhen Guo Great Marshal's Mansion fell silent. It was clear that his position as the master of this place had been firmly established.

It's no wonder that he was called "Young Marshal" in Linzi and was treated like the son of General Jiang Mengxiong.

Zheng Shangming was furious.

Whoever is wronged without reason, treated as a pawn to be moved at will, cannot help but feel indignant.

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Especially since he was Zheng Shangming.

The pride in his heart was no less than those young masters, but it was sharper and more intense.

He rushed straight from the military camp, without stopping along the way. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, and his anger burned hotter and hotter in his heart.

“Do you know who I am” he demanded angrily.

Of course, he knew Wang Yiwu, and he believed that Wang Yiwu couldn't possibly not know him.

No one can wrong him or harm him without reason.

Even the God of War himself couldn't do it! Let alone just a disciple of the God of War!

"Who are you"

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Wang Yiwu's mouth was still asking, but his foot stepped forward without hesitation, raising his fist.

“Dare to make a ruckus at the Generalissimo's mansion, who are you to act so boldly!”

With one punch, the wind howled and clouds surged.

Unbeatable and unparalleled.

Zheng Shangming came here prepared to settle the score, and he was even willing to fight for it.

I had heard of Wang Yiwu's abilities, and I had anticipated them.

But power, fame, and strength should not be reasons to arbitrarily harm Zheng Shangming.

He was very angry.

This anger made his blood boil.

He clenched his fist early on.

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Let his fist be filled with power.

Dao Yuan's desperate outburst, his blood surging like a raging torrent.

Power and force perfectly unified, all of his anger was condensed into this punch.

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Then, with a powerful punch, he met Wang Yiwu's fist head-on, steel clashing against steel!

He made no attempt to dodge, nor did Wang Yiwu.

The moment the two fists collided, it was as if everything froze.

Time is slowing down, space is expanding.

Sound, breath, all lost... then recovered.

Zheng Shangming seemed to hear a sharp crack. He felt an overwhelming force crushing down on him. It was unstoppable, unavoidable.

He even felt like his entire arm had been shattered by that punch!

But that was just an illusion.

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He quickly realized this fact.

Because Wang Yiwu has already taken the fist.

After effortlessly crushing his fist, his knuckles, and his strength, he lightly retracted his fist.

The gap in strength is so huge!

Zheng Shuming thought he might lose, that he might not be a match for his opponent. But he would do everything in his power, never letting Wang Yiwu have an easy time of it.

I had never imagined that the gap could be so huge.

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Wang Yiwu looked at Zheng Shangming, his eyes devoid of even a hint of triumph. He asked coldly, "You are proud, but what is the basis of your pride"

Zheng Shangming was struck dumb.

His fist was crushed, his anger shattered along with it, and so too was his carefully concealed pride.

He had never doubted himself. He completely rejected any relations from his family, relying only on himself and climbing up from the lowest rank in the army.

He could join the Zan Yu Army on his own and become a team leader—even with his skill, he should at least be a dou tong. And if he used his father's connections, Qi Jiuzu would follow him, not to mention that he would have a position as a deputy general.

He believed he was a heroic figure who did not compromise with the world.

But I have never heard of a hero so pathetic.

He had no strength to fight back in front of Wang Yiwu, who was scheming against him and manipulating him.

This harsh reality nearly destroyed the pride he had hidden in his heart—in fact, up to this moment, everything has been within Wen Lianmu's calculations, including his current emotional changes.

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After this, how to manipulate Zheng Shuming's emotions and feelings... of course, there is a complete design.

And Wang Yiwu also gave Wen Lianmu enough trust, everything went according to the predetermined plan.

First, let Zheng Shangming see the gap in strength, crush his confidence, and hone his hatred, reducing the negative impact. Then capture him and lock him up, and begin the follow-up.

Looking at Zheng Shangming's distraught appearance, Wang Yiwu completely lost interest in saying anything more. He just reached out and grabbed him: "For trespassing into the Grand Marshal's Mansion, you shall be detained for a few days first!"

"Hold on!"

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A sudden sound echoed in the distance.

The voice was loud and powerful, sounding majestic and righteous.

The first sound of fashion arrives from afar, and by the time it reaches us, people are already close at hand.

A hand, palm erect like a blade, slashed downwards diagonally.

Though it is a fleshy palm, it is like a heavenly blade.

Because everything before me, seems to be split apart by this "slash"!

This is the cycle of heaven, a stroke destined to be so.

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Wang Yiwu had to withdraw his probing hand forward.

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He even had to step back two paces, only then was he able to maintain his peak attacking stance before the incoming person's fierce aura.

Meanwhile, in the Grand Marshal's Mansion, Wen Lianmu, who was sipping tea, suddenly stood up.

"How could this be"he desiccated corpse of the behemoth, shriveled down to little more than skin, began to drift downward.Everything is falling.Only the golden-foot centipede, the yellowish-brown toad, and the white-tai...