Chương 11: War God — Chapter 11 - They Are the True Heroes

A lone figure parted the crimson mist, walking out unhurriedly. In that instant, every eye went wide. Until he fully emerged from the disaster zone... BOOM—the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers!

"Well done!"

"I knew that kid could do it!"

"That little girl might be one of the few survivors of this disaster..."

"Where's the guy who said he was going to his death?"

"Once I become a martial artist, I'll be able to do the same!" All the earlier words. In this moment transformed into a celebration of life, defiance against suffering. As if dispelling the dark clouds and fear brought by the S-rank Beast. The martial artists who had charged into the disaster zone stared, some even rubbing their eyes, as if confirming they weren't seeing things. Only the big man breathed a sigh of relief, confirming what he'd believed in his heart: What he'd seen inside was no illusion!

As the Defense Special Martial Force maintaining order, Cheng Wu immediately locked onto those two figures, eyes filled with astonishment. Shock beyond words surged in his chest.

"Captain, that looks like Level 5 Martial Combat Gear..." A team member sent a message.

"My eyes aren't blind, I can see that. And this little girl..." He frowned slightly and rushed over, then waved behind him, signaling to block the reporters and media personnel trying to surge forward. Approaching for a closer look. The rescuer was indeed a high school youth. Tall and upright, handsome features, the youthful aura between his brows so familiar.

"Young man, are you alright?" Cheng Wu asked. Wang Xian shook his head slightly, then set down the little girl behind him. Unexpectedly, the little girl struggled and didn't let go:"Big brother, are you abandoning me the moment we got out?"

"......"

"It's safe here now." Wang Xian was speechless.

"Also, I need to go home."

"But my body is still very weak..." The little girl's voice was breathless, looking utterly unwilling to let go. She even held on tighter. The medical staff who had come up, about to take over, were momentarily awkward. Moving wasn't right. Not moving wasn't right either. Wang Xian didn't care about any of that. His hand flipped back, about to directly grab the little girl by the scruff of her neck and lift her up.

"Don't!" As if by reflex, the little girl let go and jumped down from behind Wang Xian. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Her face full of helplessness:"Big brother, can you not do that?" She absolutely did not want to be carried like a little puppy in front of so many people.

"Bye-bye!" Wang Xian waved his hand, about to leave. Cheng Wu coughed and said:"Young man, you came out of the disaster zone. You should go with her to get a physical checkup." The disaster zone has Malevolent Qi. Even with Level 5 gear providing full isolation. Some minor effects are still unavoidable.

"No need." Wang Xian shook his head. He was now cultivating with spirit sha. If he really went for a checkup, it would inevitably detect something, which would be more trouble.

"Then there's no need to be in such a hurry either..." Cheng Wu said: "Young man, wait and come back to the bureau with us. For your heroic act, our Security Bureau will certainly issue a commendation and award a bonus." This honestly couldn't even be called just a heroic act anymore. Saying he risked his life to save someone wouldn't be an exaggeration. The danger of the disaster zone was certain death for ordinary people.

Moreover, this young man couldn't possibly have known that the little girl had a treasure like Level 5 gear. Charging in meant he went with the resolve to die. Such deeds and courage, in any era, are rare. In modern society, many who step onto the martial path are far too driven by utilitarian motives. This incident could be publicized, setting an exemplary model.

"Then even more so, no need." Wang Xian smiled faintly.

"I didn't do it for those things. Besides, I personally don't really want this publicized." Cheng Wu was stunned. Wang Xian pushed through the crowd surrounding him and headed outside.

"Young man, what's your name? Which martial high school are you from?" Cheng Wu took a deep breath and asked. He wanted to know which martial high school in Rong City could have educated such a youth.

"Rong City Martial High School No. 7, Senior Year Class 4, last row by the window." Hearing the answer, Cheng Wu froze for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle. This kid. Said he didn't need it, yet gave details all the way down to his class and seat. Only, those media reporters weren't so easy to deal with. Before Wang Xian even reached the crowd, the many reporters and media personnel held back by security had already swarmed over.

Even with several Defense Special Martial Force guards accompanying and blocking beside him, they couldn't hold back so many people. He found it amusing, not unfamiliar with such scenes. In modern society, when martial powerhouses step into the Seventh Realm, congratulations come from all directions. At that time, aristocratic families, council members, business tycoons, provincial magnates... countless. By comparison, a mere few media reporters were the smallest of small scenes.

At that moment, a man in professional attire broke through the cordon. Before the person even arrived, the microphone was already shoved to Wang Xian's mouth:"Little hero, what's your relationship with that little girl? What made you charge into the disaster zone without regard for your own life?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Wang Xian's steps merely paused. He cast a sidelong glance at the man but didn't answer, only saying casually:"What did you call me?" The reporter was taken aback and hurriedly replied: "Little hero!"

"No." Wang Xian pushed the microphone aside.

"I'm not a hero." The reporter laughed and said:"You're not a hero, then who is?" Wang Xian pointed to the Defense Special Martial Force beside him, then pointed to the medical staff in the distance. Then pointed to the rescue teams flying into the disaster zone to handle the aftermath, and spoke:"They are." The reporter was stunned for a long time. Even though his mind had prepared countless eye-catching, traffic-grabbing questions and phrasings. At this moment, he didn't know what to say.

Even the many people around were all stunned. Seizing this moment, Wang Xian walked into the crowd, pulled the dazed Ye Miyue along, and ran off without looking back. The setting sun cast its glow westward. A boy and a girl, threading through the streets. Until they left the chaos far behind and ran to the next subway station entrance, they finally stopped. The afterglow of the setting sun fell upon Ye Miyue's flawless white face, illuminating a few faint dried tear streaks.

"Hey, Classmate Ye, were you crying?" Wang Xian leaned in a bit closer and laughed.

"No!" Ye Miyue hurriedly turned around, took a few steps, letting the shadows cover her. Wang Xian didn't continue teasing. Instead, he extended his hand:"Give it to me."

"What?" Ye Miyue clearly hadn't recovered from her earlier state.

"What do you think?" Ye Miyue thought for a moment and hurriedly handed over the jacket she had been clutching tightly in both hands to Wang Xian. Then she also handed over that sheet of drawing paper, only she lowered her head, her cheeks growing redder and redder:"Here." Wang Xian took the drawing paper and softly said the words he hadn't spoken in his previous life:"Thanks."

"No need." Ye Miyue stammered, trying to cover up.

"It was yours to begin with..." Probably flustered, she left as soon as she finished speaking. Her home was nearby. Wang Xian watched her retreating figure and suddenly spoke:"Classmate Ye, those few moves I taught you—you'd better practice them well!" Ye Miyue's body paused, her steps quickening.

"Otherwise, if there's no improvement next massage..." Ye Miyue broke into a run, disappearing from Wang Xian's sight in no time. Leaving only a trail of embarrassment behind. ➤ Next: You Want Her to Get Uterine Cold from Eating That?