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Chapter 692 - Martial Dao Will

Many people felt envious, wishing to enter the Peerless Peak.

However, they knew this desire was nothing more than a distant fantasy.

To become a disciple of the Peerless Peak, one had to be truly extraordinary—a monstrous talent that had earned the recognition of Peak Master Zhang Daoling himself.

Many of these individuals were hailed as geniuses and elites in any other place, yet they still fell short of meeting the Peerless Peak\'s seemingly unreal standards. They couldn’t even set foot on its sacred grounds, let alone earn a place among its members.

After nearly a century of silence, Peerless Peak had finally chosen one person: Chen Fan. This single selection spoke volumes. In their eyes, Chen Fan was the most exceptional genius of the past century, eclipsing even the top talents from other ancient roads.

Of course, this didn’t sit well with many of the other top geniuses.

As prideful, monster-class talents who had always stood at the top, they saw themselves as experts destined to overshadow their era.

However, Peerless Peak had selected Chen Fan, not them. Didn’t this mean they were inferior to Chen Fan?

Some of them didn’t even want to join the Peerless Peak, but they also couldn’t help but be irked at the Peerless Peak’s stance.

These geniuses were especially disgruntled with Chen Fan, as they believed that they were more powerful and monstrous than him.

“Hmph, Peerless Peak? Huh, more like Fake Reputation peak! I mean, just look at who they chose. Chen Fan? I will show them their foolishness at the Demon Hunting Competition!” An icy look flashed across the eyes of the most outstanding genius on the Kun Road.

“Only monstrous geniuses can enter Peerless Peak? Fine, I will kill that Chen Fan at the competition just to see how they would react then.” The Zhen Road’s most outstanding genius was overflowing with killing intent in his heart.

“Peerless Peak? Chen Fan...”

The top talents of other Ancient Trial Roads harbored the same intent. They resolved to drench their hands in Chen Fan’s blood to prove that they were real geniuses.

Yet, Chen Fan was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing against him. And even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.

Many wanted him dead, so the addition of these “geniuses” wouldn’t make much difference to him.

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Perched atop a towering cliff, a solitary figure sat cross-legged, his silhouette framed against a sea of clouds.

The clouds and mist churned like ten thousand galloping horses, and it also resembled towering waves crashing down.

Gazing into the endless horizon, Chen Fan fell deep into thought.

He had made a promise, and now he was determined to fulfill it.

Every one of his senior brothers and sisters on the Peerless Peak were monstrous geniuses, invincible existences at the same level.

Now that he had become the eighth disciple of the Peerless Peak, it was his turn to embody the meaning of "peerless."

The upcoming Demon Hunting Competition would be his first opportunity to prove himself.

Even if he stood alone, Chen Fan had to bear the weight of the title "peerless" and prove himself worthy of the Peerless Peak.

Six months... It’s just about enough. Entering the Heavenly Star realm isn’t possible, and the more I progress in the Hegemonic Golden Body, the harder further progression becomes. I will need large amounts of metal-attributed natural treasures of heaven and earth, a true dragon’s divine blood, or similar treasures. Achieving a breakthrough in my cultivation will be anything but easy. Chen Fan pondered.

Cultivation couldn’t be improved overnight. And he could forget about achieving good results in the Demon Hunting Competition without sufficient strength. He might even tarnish the Peerless Peak’s reputation.

This competition wasn’t just about representing his peak. It was a trial—a chance to prove his potential and worth.

Given my current strength, a half-step Heavenly Star realm expert is no problem, but a genuine Heavenly Star realm expert would be challenging.

Although he had shocked everyone by resisting Kang Hong’s attack, Chen Fan was painfully aware that he still fell short compared to a true Heavenly Star realm powerhouse.

There will definitely be genuine Heavenly Star realm experts at the Demon Hunting Competition. If my cultivation remains stagnant, I won’t stand a chance. Chen Fan’s eyes flickered.

Now, the top geniuses of the other ancient roads had all entered the eight other major peaks.

With their exceptional talent, those halls would undoubtedly invest immense resources in nurturing them.

Furthermore, before these geniuses had even entered the True Martial Academy, they were already at the eighth or ninth-level Divine Nascent realm. Half a year was enough for them to comprehend their Martial Dao Will and advance into a Heavenly Star realm expert.

Very well, Chen Fan thought, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes. If that’s the case, I’ll grasp my Martial Dao Will first. Then, even a Heavenly Star realm expert won’t be enough to suppress me. With my unparalleled physical strength and boundless primeval energy, I’ll face them head-on without fear.

Within his Heaven Seizing Furnace rested two Martial Dao Will Fragments—one seized by force, the other obtained after slaying Qingxu.

Chen Fan had been steadily contemplating their mysteries since acquiring them, unraveling strands of insight that gradually revealed the path forward.

Without a moment\'s hesitation, he took action.

Settling his thoughts, Chen Fan channeled the power of the two fragments, fully immersing himself in their depths, seeking to comprehend the essence of the Martial Dao Wills.

Martial Dao Will was something very mysterious. It could not be described with words.

For a martial artist, either they understood it or they didn’t, and for those who failed, the Heavenly Star realm would remain forever out of reach.

The fragments in Chen Fan’s possession were remnants, incomplete glimpses of what had once been glorious.

But he wasn\'t interested in merely inheriting what others had left behind. No—Chen Fan sought to blaze his own trail, to forge his unique Martial Dao Will.

Every martial artist’s path to the Martial Dao was uniquely their own, each realization shaping an entirely different Will.

Comprehending the Martial Dao Will would not only amplify their offensive power, it would also raise their defensive power.

Chen Fan immersed himself in the comprehension of the Martial Dao Will, sitting cross-legged on the mountain like a statue. His sense of self, the world, and even the passing of time had faded into obscurity.

Jian Qi and Di Chen stood on the tip of a mountain, observing Chen Fan from afar.

“Second Senior Brother, Eighth Junior Brother has been sitting there for three months. Can he comprehend the Martial Dao Will?”

Di Chen shook his head and said, “That’s hard to say. A Martial Dao Will is unfathomably profound. Some grasp it in a moment of clarity, while others may never attain it, no matter how long they try. In the end, it all depends on his fate."

Naturally, they could clearly see the state of cultivation Chen Fan was currently in and knew that Chen Fan was trying to comprehend his Martial Dao Will.

They could not help with this kind of thing. It would all depend on Chen Fan himself.