Weren't You Going to Take a Dump?

The referee failed to recognize Feng Mingge's extraordinary nature. Seeing that Feng Mingge was a newcomer to the competition, he patiently explained, "Transcendent techniques are forbidden in this contest, and no energy of any kind may be used. Only raw muscle power may be tested. Are both of you ready?" "Bring it on!" Feng Mingge nodded. Seeing that Feng Mingge understood the rules, the referee shouted, "Then the match... begins!" In an instant, Yu Xian and Feng Mingge applied force simultaneously. The table beneath their elbows, forged from myriad transcendent alloys, cracked first, followed immediately by fractures splitting the ground beneath Feng Mingge's feet. Feng Mingge had thought he would easily overpower Yu Xian in this arm-wrestling match. After all, his physiological structure was entirely distinct from that of ordinary beings. Beings below the Mighty One level could still be classified as carbon-based, silicon-based, elemental, or differentiated by types of energy. Yet upon advancing to Mighty One, Feng Mingge's body had already become a rule body. The energy contained within every single one of his cells was terrifyingly immense, their cell walls formed entirely from the power of rules. Peering deep within would reveal countless energy crystals far more dreadful than the cosmic singularity prior to the Big Bang. A single cell or a single drop of blood, if unleashed from his restraint, was enough to obliterate countless worlds. Though his body appeared no different from an ordinary human's, its hardness, resilience, defensive capacity, and other attributes were beyond imagination, fundamentally differing from most matter across the myriad worlds. Put simply, even if he stood completely still and let any Transcendent below the Emptiness Realm attack him, they could not breach his defense even without him channeling any transcendent power. By all reason, Yu Xian should have lost to him in a split second. Yet reality defied all reason. Yu Xian was clearly composed of carbon-based flesh and bone, his strength leagues apart from his own, yet their locked hands resulted in a dead stalemate. Feng Mingge was certain that Yu Xian had not used any transcendent power. Yet Yu Xian's right hand was extraordinarily bizarre. When his power bore down upon Yu Xian's right hand, it was as if absorbed; circulating through Yu Xian's muscles, that force transformed into Yu Xian's own strength, pressing back against him in turn. In short, their gripped hands seemed to have merged into one, with invisible force circulating madly between their palms. "I concede!" Just as the island was about to split in two, Feng Mingge voluntarily conceded. Crucially, Yu Xian had not wasted a single shred of force. The cracked table and the fractured ground were entirely caused by Feng Mingge failing to control his force with absolute perfection, allowing it to spill outward. The most telling sign was that at the very beginning, the ground under his own feet had fractured, whereas the ground beneath Yu Xian had remained untouched; Yu Xian's footing had only cracked later because the fissures from his side spread across. Furthermore, without relying on transcendent power, he judged that they could arm-wrestle until the end of time without either besting the other. "Good game, good game!" Yu Xian said with a beaming smile, looking at Feng Mingge. Feng Mingge looked at Yu Xian and said solemnly, "If possible, I would like to spar with you. With our true capabilities." Yu Xian noticed that the surrounding crowd suddenly went quiet. It was as though he and Feng Mingge were isolated in a parallel space, cut off from any interaction with the outside world. Hearing Feng Mingge's words, he pointed at himself in shock and asked, "Huh? Spar? With me?" "Indeed, with you!" Feng Mingge nodded. He was exceedingly curious as to why Yu Xian was clearly so weak, yet gave off such a bizarre impression of immense strength. Perhaps an exchange of blows would yield the answer. Yu Xian shook his head. "No way, no way, I'm not sparring with you." "Why?" Feng Mingge asked, puzzled. Among powerhouses—especially those who possessed the heart of the strong—such invitations were rarely turned down. After all, it was merely a spar, not a battle to the death. In combat, they could learn from one another, discovering their own shortcomings while adopting their opponent's strengths. The firmer a powerhouse's Dao heart, the more they tended to relish clashing with others. Sometimes, all it took was a simple "Care to spar?" for two combatants to wage battle for thousands of years. Yu Xian replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "Sparring is exhausting. When life is perfectly comfortable, why torture yourself?" "..." Feng Mingge looked at Yu Xian in silence. He truly could not understand people like Yu Xian. How could someone who lacked even a shred of the heart of the strong make him feel powerful? "If you agree to spar with me, I will do one thing for you to the best of my ability!" Feng Mingge thought for a moment and decided to tempt Yu Xian with an offer. Yu Xian looked at Feng Mingge helplessly, thought it over, and asked, "Then I want a shortcut to becoming a Mighty One. Can you make that happen?" "A shortcut? I can. I know of a world where one can fast-track to becoming a Mighty One." Feng Mingge considered it and nodded in agreement. Yu Xian had only intended to put Feng Mingge on the spot, never expecting him to actually agree. Looking at Feng Mingge, Yu Xian said skeptically, "You aren't pulling my leg, are you? There's really such a world?" "I, Feng Mingge, have always been a man of my word. Why would I fool you? That world is known as the Zhen Realm, created by a Transcender. It functions as a world of trials, survival, and gaming. Any living being who enters that world and reaches Level 250 to clear it will emerge as a Mighty One," Feng Mingge explained earnestly. Yu Xian was astonished. "Such a world exists? Then the competition must be cutthroat." "That world is a roaming world. Whether one encounters it is entirely a matter of luck, but I have a way to locate it," Feng Mingge answered. Roaming worlds were actually not uncommon across the myriad worlds. For instance, a storage ring could be considered a roaming pocket dimension, traveling wherever its bearer went; a step above that was a roaming secret realm, and above that was a roaming world. A roaming world moved randomly through the Tree Universe and was exceedingly difficult to lock onto during its transit, so coming across one relied heavily on pure luck. "I see." After listening, Yu Xian understood the general idea. Feng Mingge looked at Yu Xian and asked again, "What do you say? As long as you agree to spar with me, I will take you to that world." "Al... right then. Where do we fight?" Yu Xian was indeed somewhat interested in that world, so he very grudgingly agreed. Feng Mingge corrected him solemnly, "Not fight, spar. Shall we spar outside?" "Sure!" Yu Xian nodded. The next instant, Feng Mingge vanished on the spot. Yu Xian blinked. Where did he go? Didn't he say they were going outside to fight? Why did he suddenly take off? Yu Xian waited in place for quite a while, but Feng Mingge never showed up. He muttered to himself, "Could he have had an emergency? Nature called? Did he run off to take a dump?" *** Meanwhile, out in the Tree Universe. Feng Mingge stood on a shattered world fragment, waiting for Yu Xian to come out and spar. After waiting for quite some time without seeing Yu Xian emerge, he frowned, finding it rather odd that Yu Xian was so slow. "Could it be that he is only exceptional in combat, while his speed is merely System Rank?" Feng Mingge waited and waited. After waiting for half a day, a thought struck him: if that were truly the case, he would have to wait at least a century before Yu Xian could possibly arrive. Never mind, better go pick him up. Feng Mingge sighed. With a shift of his thought, he re-entered the Death Calamity Sea the next second. He appeared on the island hosting the arm-wrestling competition, only to see Yu Xian in the middle of a match with another contestant, the surrounding spectators cheering Yu Xian on. "You didn't follow?" Feng Mingge walked over, his face darkening as he saw Yu Xian still messing around. Seeing Feng Mingge interrogate him the moment he returned, Yu Xian put on an innocent look and asked back, "Huh? Weren't you going to take a dump?" "..." Feng Mingge stared at Yu Xian, completely rendered speechless by the question.