Chapter 003 - Brass Level (Upper)

　　Creak. 　　The door to the room opened. 　　Wang Yiyang's eyes were slightly dark and tired as he walked out the door and saw that his grandfather, Wang Xinlong, was already standing in the courtyard and started practicing. 　　Wang Xinlong practiced a boxing art called Moon Hollow Fist, and it looked like the steps and punches worked together in a tiger-like manner. 　　Wang Yiyang had watched it many times and would always get the feeling that in the practice, his grandfather's fists kept hitting from unexpected angles. 　　No matter how many times he watched it, he felt that he could not defend himself against the unexpected. 　　After a set of punches, Grandpa exhaled a long white breath and took the dry towel brought up by the babysitter on the side and wiped his sweat. 　　"How about it? Do you want to have a set, to move your muscles?" 　　"Not coming, not interested in this." Wang Yiyang laughed and shook his head. 　　"You're in pity then, only when your qi and blood are strong can you be in high spirits and do everything with ease. On critical occasions, one is more able to air pressure everyone and seize the initiative." Wang Xinlong's voice was extremely loud, and when he spoke, he could even make the entire courtyard faintly echo. 　　"Master is right, Essence, Qi and God are the essence of a person, Essence can be used to physically transform the outside world. 　　And God, can be used to influence others, each has its own wonderful uses." Zhong Silkworm appeared on the side of the courtyard at an unknown time, his expression was calm, and he slowly spoke out. 　　Wang Yiyang glanced at him, his heart still slightly hairy. 　　"Brother Zhong Silkworm is right." He nodded his head and agreed. 　　Zhong Silkworm's eyes crossed over Wang Yiyang and seemed to look farther away, his gaze somewhat empty. 　　"But in all cases of grisly killing, it is ultimately killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. No matter how disparate the fight is, there is always the possibility of injury to oneself. That's why I've always pursued, to win without a fight." 　　"Winning without fighting?" Wang Yiyang pondered. 　　"Not bad. The Art of War's use of Yang Zheng's great power to crush and win, I won't. That is the use of the nature of heaven and earth." Zhong Silkworm calmly said. "That is not my pursuit either." 　　"Then what is ...... your pursuit?" Wang Yiyang came to be a bit curious and asked smoothly. 　　"What I am pursuing is to use God to overcome the enemy, so that the enemy's mind breaks itself with fear, and then use ......" Zhong Silkworm said halfway through his sentence, then he was interrupted by Wang Xinlong's low voice. 　　"Enough!" 　　Wang Xinlong let out a rebuke, the entire courtyard buzzed, the nanny on the side also turned white and shivered, almost dropping the towel in his hand to the ground as well. 　　"You still haven't given up that evil way?!" Wang Xinlong stared sternly at Zhong Silkworm, his strong body like a giant bear, vaguely radiating a humongous and oppressive aura. 　　Wang Yiyang also saw something wrong at the side. 　　Zhong Silkworm's martial arts seemed to have a not-so-small disagreement with his grandfather. 　　Zhong Silkworm didn't open his mouth again, and for more than ten minutes after that, he kept his words tightly shut and didn't say a word. 　　He did not speak anymore. 　　On the contrary, it was Wang Yiyang who had pulled over the topic with his grandfather who had slightly slowed down and chatted about other things, but from time to time, he would always glance at Zhong Silkworm. 　　This Eldest Senior Brother who had spent so many years with Grandpa Wang Xinlong, what was really on his mind, I'm afraid that no one knew except for himself. 　　After the morning exercise, other disciples came to the martial arts center one after another. 　　There are both male and female disciples, most of them are above thirty years old. Many of them had opened other training centers on their own. 　　Coming back here again was only because of their respect for the old master Wang Xinlong, and their previous habits. 　　And so many senior brothers and sisters, senior sisters and sisters, gathered together, itself is also a not small circle of contacts. 　　The number of people, Wang Yiyang mostly do not recognize, also less opportunity to talk to the old master. 　　Zhong Silkworm also started to get busy, and quite a few people pulled him to talk about fighting stuff. 　　He was tugged on and didn't seem to pay much attention to this side, which made Wang Yiyang's heart greatly relieved. 　　Seeing that there were quite a few people, he simply went for a walk outside the martial arts center, by the creek on the right. 　　From when he was very young, he liked to walk by this river alone, picking up stones and playing in the water. 　　Later on, when he got older, he was afraid of being seen by people who said that water rafting was childish, so he simply took a walk. 　　When he got a little older, Wang Yiyang became alone to look at the ripples reflected on the river. 　　The ripples in different directions were like two countries fighting a war, who was stronger and who was weaker. 　　He would quietly guess once in his mind and then see the result. 　　If the side he guessed was defeated, he would, in defiance, kick a few rocks into the water with his feet, stirring up even bigger ripples to join the battle. 　　"What are you doing here alone?" Suddenly a voice rang out coldly behind Wang Yiyang. 　　His originally slack body tensed up violently for a moment and slowly turned around. 　　Standing behind him was clearly none other than Eldest Senior Brother Zhong Silkworm. 　　Zhong Silkworm's body vaguely with the smell of alcohol, face calm, hands naturally drooping, looks like the same to walk. 　　Wang Yiyang's heart rolled over, his face unchanged. 　　"Come for a walk after dinner, when I was a child I liked to come here alone." 　　"You like to be quiet?" Zhong Silkworm walked to Wang Yiyang's side, and similarly kicked a stone into the water with his foot. 　　"Not bad, just want to be quiet once in a while." Wang Yiyang tried to make his expression as natural as possible. But as the other party got closer, a hint of goosebumps slowly and inevitably rose on his body. 　　His eyes had caught the five fingers of Zhong Silkworm's right hand slowly stretching. 　　"When are you leaving? I'll see you off." Zhong Silkworm slowly said. 　　"No need, I can manage on my own." Wang Yiyang smiled, "By the way, you said earlier that you want to pursue victory without fighting, what exactly is that? The latter was interrupted by grandpa before he finished speaking, is it hard to believe that there's something wrong with it?" 　　He tried to make his smile look uninformed and very natural. 　　It was hard, but he had at least died once, and he actually didn't take death very seriously, per se. 　　What he was afraid of was that he still wouldn't be able to save his grandfather even if he died. And now was a chance, a chance to get to know the bell silkworm up close and personal. 　　Why on earth did he do it? Why did he disregard all those years of friendship and kill all the families? What else was behind him? 　　Zhong Silkworm exhaled and looked at Wang Yiyang somewhat oddly. 　　"Do you know that the creatures themselves have fear stiffness?" 　　"Fear stasis?" 　　"Yes. Biologically, this phenomenon is called one of the survival instincts. 　　When a creature is faced with a strong enemy that is absolutely unbeatable, it may experience complete rigor mortis. In this way, the strong enemy might look at the situation where the creature gives up resistance and moves without hostility and give up the hunt, thus surviving." 　　When Zhong Silkworm spoke, his tone was calm and his voice moderated, as if he was really chatting with Wang Yiyang. 　　"What I'm pursuing is to make people develop a fear of me before killing, thus creating rigidity. 　　Unfortunately, Master doesn't agree with my goal. He thinks I'm on a crooked path. But in three consecutive external martial arts tournaments, I have gotten results that far exceeded my previous ones. But he still doesn't approve of me." 　　Wang Yiyang saw his fingers trembling slightly again. 　　"Why? Didn't it work out well?" He asked. 　　"Just because I hit slightly harder." Zhong Silkworm revealed a strange smile, "But this is a necessary path to form fear, the essence of fighting and killing is to trample on the flesh and blood of one's own kind, and walk on the path of supreme evolution!" 　　"I don't think so." Wang Yiyang couldn't help but retort. Just as his words left his mouth, he saw Zhong Silkworm's palms tremble, the veins of his veins bulging out slightly, and an indescribable oppression suddenly vaporized from the other party's body. 　　Wang Yiyang's heart skipped a beat, forcibly suppressing the sense of threat in his heart. 　　He knew that he could be punched to death by the Bell Silkworm in front of him at any time. 　　But this was the easiest time to get in touch with Zhong Silkworm's true inner thoughts, and he didn't want to give up in order to investigate the inner workings. 　　"Mere violence and gore may be able to generate fear, but that can only panic a small portion of the onlookers, on a large scale, it's still useless. 　　That's why you're targeting only the niche path." 　　Zhong Silkworm originally had all already planned to make a direct move, kill Wang Yiyang in front of him, and then go back to finish off that old guy once and for all. 　　He was planning to do it, but he didn't expect Wang Yiyang to actually come up with such words. 　　Originally, he had followed him over just to finish off Wang Yiyang, but now, he suddenly had a bit of interest and wanted to listen to what this kid had to say. 　　"Then you say, what should I do?" He narrowed his eyes and asked. 　　Wang Yiyang's thoughts turned sharply, his face remained unmoving, calm and natural. 　　He was able to feel that the obvious sense of threat on his body had quickly disappeared. It was obvious that the other party had temporarily given up on killing him. 　　"Very simple." He said softly. "If you have enough gravitas, then go and do something great that regular people can't do anyway. Spread your reputation. 　　Winning without a fight isn't the only thing that can accomplish this, fear. Just a strong reputation can, in fact." 　　"Not the same." Bell Silkworm shook his head. "A strong name can only bring a sense of oppression at best." 　　"If you haven't tried it, how do you know it won't work?" Wang Yiyang asked back. 　　Zhong Silkworm fell silent, seemingly pondering the answer to this question. 　　"Think about it, I'll go back to rest first." Wang Yiyang's heart pinched, pretending to be fine, he turned around and walked towards the martial arts center. 　　He raised his feet, one step, two steps, three steps. 　　"Why didn't you learn martial arts then?" Suddenly Zhong Silkworm's voice floated from behind him. 　　Wang Yiyang stopped in his tracks. 　　"Because of the times, the times are different ah." 　　He lifted his feet again to leave as if nothing had happened, but this time Zhong Silkworm did not call out to him. 　　Step by step, Wang Yiyang slowly walked away, but the cold sweat on his undershirt was almost almost wetting his underwear. 　　Until he reached the door of the side door of the martial arts center, he reached out and grabbed the door post, raised his foot and stepped on the steps, and that momentary sense of solid ground only made his heart settle down. 　　Looking at the side door in front of him, Wang Yiyang's heart was about to let out a long breath. Reaching out to pull open the wooden door. 　　Suddenly his vision felt slightly spent. 　　In the lower right corner of his vision, he didn't know when there was an extra line of small words, extremely delicate and regular small words. 　　That handwriting was not any kind of writing that he recognized, but inexplicably, he could actually read the meaning? 　　"What the hell? Didn't sleep well last night eyesight??" 　　Wang Yiyang pulled open the door as if nothing had happened, walked in, and closed the wooden door with his backhand before he stood in the shade and carefully went to look at the handwriting in the lower right corner of the vision. 　　This time he recognized the meaning. 　　''...... Database is missing, it is in the process of searching and repairing itself, please wait.'' 　　Wang Yiyang's heart jumped, could it be that it was another hallucination? His heart vaguely felt like he was not normalizing up. 　　Without waiting for him to react, the line of writing jumped upwards, as if programmers programmed it, and another line of small words appeared below. 　　''...... Random search complete, temporal framing complete, system core reboot in progress.'' 　　Immediately after that a line of small letters kept jumping out. 　　''Core startup complete.'' 　　'Imprint registration in progress ......' 　　'Registration complete.' 　　'Like numerology reconstruction started.' 　　'Your rank is - Brass. A brass level identity may be generated with it.'