Overlord's Blade Intent, Slaying Ten Wolves in an Instant

Wang Xian pointed at the contract:

"I won’t sign this. Can it be left for the other students in my class?"

Zheng Changhong froze, momentarily wondering if he had misheard.

"This contract was secured for me by Principal Xia and Master Bai, right?" Wang Xian said. "If I leave it for my classmates, and they meet the requirements, they can sign it too. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?"

"Well, technically, yes…" Zheng Changhong was stunned. "But you—"

"I didn’t say I won’t sign a contract at all," Wang Xian chuckled.

Zheng Changhong frowned.

"But there’s only one contract."

Securing even one was already a rare opportunity.

The Divine Sword Club, despite their high regard for First High, might not even be able to produce a second one.

Issuing two contracts? Headquarters would never approve.

The risks were too great.

What if the person they signed failed to awaken their martial talent in the end? What then?

Three years of investment would go down the drain…

While the martial arts class was full of top students, and it was highly unlikely they wouldn’t awaken,

there were still precedents.

In a country as vast as the Dragon Nation, such cases were far from rare.

Just then, the staff member Xiao Bai brought in a lavish lunch from outside.

Wang Xian stood up, took the tray, and immediately dug in while talking between bites:

"There’s another way to secure a contract, isn’t there?"

The moment he said this,

Zheng Changhong’s eyes widened. He instantly understood what Wang Xian meant and took a deep breath:

"You want to challenge ten holographic intelligent beasts in a row?"

Exactly!

The alternative method to secure a Class-D contract was to directly meet the club’s requirements.

Before the martial exam, if a student could achieve ten consecutive victories in challenges—a ten-win streak—they would qualify.

"Impossible!"

Zheng Changhong stood up in agitation. "That’s impossible to achieve!"

His reaction was understandable.

In Rong City, only two people had managed this feat in the past decade.

And both of them had only succeeded right before the martial exam!

They had endured countless failures before reaching that point.

For a high school senior to defeat ten holographic intelligent beasts in a row was no easier than facing two real F-rank beasts consecutively.

Even if you threw dozens of high school seniors at one F-rank beast, they’d likely still lose.

Let alone two.

If someone awakened their talent early, they might stand a chance against one—but never the second.

The ten-challenge difficulty was even higher.

Because the physical toll was immense!

Wang Xian shoveled a large mouthful of rice and mumbled:

"Only one way to find out."

"At least let me try, right?"

Trying wasn’t an issue… Failing a holographic challenge would only result in minor mental fatigue.

"Wang Xian, you don’t understand how difficult this is!" Zheng Changhong said gravely. "First, your physical condition won’t hold up. You might defeat one, two, three, even four—but by the fifth, you won’t even be able to draw your blade!"

Wang Xian nodded.

He wasn’t wrong.

That was the crux of the challenge.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so daunting.

"Your vitality is barely over 3. Your body can’t handle the strain," Zheng Changhong shook his head.

At this stage, for a student, this was an insurmountable task.

If it were a few months later, with Wang Xian’s stunning blade technique and a vitality of 8 or 9 by the martial exam,

Zheng Changhong believed he’d have a real shot.

"So, can the challenge rules be adjusted?" Wang Xian grinned. "Not ten in a row."

"How then?"

"Make it ten at once."

"…?"

Zheng Changhong’s jaw dropped.

Wait, hold on.

Kid, are you trying to make this harder for yourself?

This isn’t an adjustment—this is pure masochism!

Ten at once, in terms of sheer combat power, was equivalent to nearly three real F-rank beasts.

In reality, it might not be that extreme.

But facing two at once was already nearly impossible for a high schooler.

Even the two who had secured contracts before wouldn’t stand a chance.

Just imagine—

Ten saber-toothed wolves swarming at once. Unless you had three heads and six arms…

Anyone would be crushed!

"Difficulty is relative. Sometimes, changing the approach makes the fight easier," Wang Xian finished his meal and patted his stomach. "Director Zheng, just let me give it a shot."

Seeing his determination, Zheng Changhong sighed.

"Xiao Bai, make the preparations."

"Uh… alright." The staff member trembled slightly.

How many years had it been since a student dared attempt this…?

"Rest for a bit. I’ll talk to Old Zhou," Zheng Changhong said after a moment.

Not long after—

"Wang Xian, have you lost your mind?!"

Zhou Dahai burst into the office, staring at the leisurely tea-sipping teenager in disbelief.

Confidence was good.

But this wasn’t confidence—this was delusion!

"Teacher, no need to overreact…" Wang Xian said. "It’s just a challenge. If I fail, no big deal—I’ll just take a break."

"Right?"

That much was true.

"But if I succeed…" Wang Xian continued, "that contract goes to my classmates. If I fail, I’ll sign it myself."

"You’re planning to give it to Ye Miyue?"

"I didn’t say that. Anyone who meets the requirements can have it," Wang Xian smiled. "If I fail, then so be it. Or I can try again later."

"Wouldn’t two contracts be better than one?"

"No loss if I fail, pure profit if I succeed!"

Zhou Dahai studied Wang Xian deeply.

He didn’t believe Wang Xian had such deep camaraderie with his classmates.

This was almost certainly for Ye Miyue.

Given her current progress,

she was the most likely to meet the contract’s requirements first.

Her growth was astonishing.

"Fine."

With the teacher’s approval,

Zheng Changhong also nodded reluctantly.

"Then give it a try. But don’t get your hopes up…"

"You have no idea how despairing it is to face ten saber-toothed wolf models at once…"

Wang Xian thought for a moment, then nodded.

He truly didn’t know.

Because he’d never had the chance.

But he did know—

What it was like to stand alone against a tidal wave of thousands of S-rank beasts.

That afternoon,

Wang Xian entered a specialized holographic beast simulation chamber on the seventh floor.

The eighth floor had no students—only the club’s martial artists trained there.

Their holographic beast challenges were all F-rank, but the difficulty was higher.

Every challenge involved seven or eight beasts, sometimes even double digits.

Because they were all first-tier martial artists or above.

Most were resting after lunch.

"Turn off the main screen," Zheng Changhong instructed Xiao Bai. "Seal the challenge room."

"Understood."

Soon, everything was ready.

In the observation room, only Zheng Changhong and Zhou Dahai remained.

Even Xiao Bai was dismissed.

"There’s no need to be this cautious…" Zhou Dahai understood Zheng Changhong’s concerns. "Wang Xian won’t succeed. Treat this as a training exercise."

He knew Zheng Changhong feared that if Wang Xian somehow pulled it off,

and word got out…

Other clubs would rush to offer better terms to snatch him away the moment they caught wind of this news.

There was a real chance Wang Xian might not sign with the Tian Dao Club after all.

As the club's deputy director, Zheng Changhong had to maintain a sharp business instinct.

"Old habits die hard..." Zheng Changhong shook his head helplessly before turning his gaze to Wang Xian inside the holographic simulation pod.

He waited for him to finish preparing.

Inside the pod,

Wang Xian gave a slight nod.

The next instant,

the surrounding light shifted abruptly.

The battlefield was a dense forest—the preferred terrain of Saberfang Wolves.

In the shadowy thicket,

ten pairs of eyes locked onto him from ten different directions.

The sound of rushing wind tore through the air, mingled with echoing wolf howls that sent chills down the spine.

Two Saberfang Wolves leaped from the undergrowth without warning.

Wang Xian didn’t draw his blade, sidestepping their attacks with effortless grace.

Then came three more wolves in rapid succession.

Despite their massive frames, the wolves moved with eerie agility,

their physiology defying the laws of natural beasts.

Only an AI fed with vast datasets could replicate their movements so precisely.

A single swipe of their claws could slice through ancient trees over ten meters away.

Yet Wang Xian remained on the defensive, dodging without striking.

One, two, three...

In the observation room, Zhou Dahai and Zheng Changhong watched intently.

"With just movement techniques, evading one, two, or even three is manageable for a while..."

"But these Saberfang Wolves are intelligent models programmed with real mutated beast logic..."

"Sooner or later, they’ll swarm him, leaving no room to dodge..."

That was the terrifying, inescapable truth.

Mutated beasts weren’t stupid.

While F-rank beasts might lack higher intelligence,

their combat instincts were razor-sharp.

Sure enough,

after repeated evasions, the ten wolves let out a synchronized roar.

In the next heartbeat, they lunged as one—from above, below, left, right, front, and back—

sealing off every possible escape route.

"Unless he’s mastered third-stage Inch-Step movement..."

"But Inch-Step requires at least 100 Vitality to execute..."

Otherwise, dodging this many attacks simultaneously was impossible.

The two men held their breath, eyes wide,

as the wolves closed in—now just ten paces away.

For Saberfang Wolves, that distance meant a single pounce.

"He’s done for!"

Then—

Wang Xian’s blade flashed as he leaped, becoming a blur.

In that split second, sword shadows filled the air.

A crushing wave of blade energy gathered from all directions, surging like a tsunami.

"Overlord's Blade Intent—Tidal Surge!"

Four seamless slashes stacked like rolling waves,

erupting into a towering wall of energy that swallowed everything around him.

At the same time,

an overwhelming pressure, deep as an abyss and towering as a mountain, poured forth.

Like an Overlord swinging his blade, the tsunami-like force instantly froze the ten wolves mid-lunge—

their bloodthirsty eyes flickering with fear.

Bang! Bang! Bang!—

Ten crisp shattering sounds rang out.

The wolves, mere steps from Wang Xian, vanished beneath the crushing tide.

Wang Xian landed softly, sheathed his blade, and walked out.

By provoking them, then annihilating the entire pack in one strike—

this was the optimal solution to the challenge.

"That was... the Overlord's Blade Intent..."

In the observation room, the two men stood utterly dumbfounded...