A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

At the foot of Mount Yan, two titans once again commenced their battle.

However, the outcome still left Zhang Nanhai disappointed.

Just as Zhang Nanhai had previously confirmed, a thousand people were the limit for the fusion of Terminal masters.

"Mr. Zhang, what on earth happened? Why is it that our titan, formed by the fusion of one thousand and five hundred of us, still can't match up to the titan formed by a mere thousand?"

After the battle ended, the martial artists, who had returned to their original state, all turned to ask Zhang Nanhai.

Zhang Nanhai's hand was clenched so tightly that his fingertips had actually sunk deep into his own flesh.

"You all should go back. Today's training has come to an end. Let me think about it some more."

Zhang Nanhai waved his hand, dispersing the crowd.

After everyone left, Zhang Nanhai sat alone at the peak of Mount Yan, drinking liquor.

As the saying goes, it's lonely at the top.

At this moment, Zhang Nanhai truly felt the pressure.

The survival of mankind rested solely on his shoulders, a burden so heavy it nearly took his breath away.

It had only been a few years since Zhang Nanhai became the foremost individual in the world.

Before this, the spot where he stood had always been occupied by Ye Fan.

It was hard for Zhang Nanhai to imagine the pressure Ye Fan must have endured over those years. He thought it was likely no less than his own.

Zhang Nanhai tilted his head back, downing several mouthfuls of strong liquor in quick succession.

At that moment, a series of heavy footstep sound echoed from behind.

“Mr. Chu?”

Zhang Nanhai abruptly turned around, his eyes filled with joy as he looked behind him.

He thought that it was Ye Fan who had come back to help him.

However, after turning around, he saw that it was Mo Wuya.

"Wuya, it's you."

Zhang Nanhai felt a bit disappointed. After giving a brief greeting, he turned around and continued to drink his liquor.

Mo Wuya stepped forward and sat down beside him.

He snatched the flagon from Zhang Nanhai's hand and took a few swigs himself.

"Nanhai, I remember you didn't use to drink. Back then, you were like a college student fresh out of school, even afraid to speak up. You were engrossed in studying formations. I even teased you for being a bookworm. But it's only been a few years, and you've already learned to drown your sorrows in alcohol. What happened? Talk to me. Is it because you argued with Yuqing? When I arrived just now, I saw Yuqing crying as she ran down the hill."

Zhang Nanhai shook his head. "Wuya, you know, when it comes to matters of the heart, I've always been too preoccupied to pay them any mind. If it were just about her, it wouldn't have affected my mood." In the past, due to Ye Fan's influence, Zhang Nanhai had a considerable regard for Jiang Yuqing.

But now, to him, Jiang Yuqing was no different from those other young fangirls.

There were countless women like Jiang Yuqing. He simply didn't have the time to bother with them.

"If not a woman, then what could it be? You hold great power now. The entire International Martial Arts Union is practically revolving around you. Moreover, you are also the leader of the preparation team. In this world, apart from that guy, who else would dare to make you frown and upset you?"

Zhang Nanhai took another swig of his drink. "Wuya, you don't understand. I just feel the pressure is too much. The experiment of today, once again, ended in failure. The fusion of Terminal martial artists encountered a bottleneck. Does this imply that there are bottlenecks even in the fusion of Grandmasters and Supreme masters? This is fatal. The power of the Titan Formation has a limit, but the strength of the Universe Tree at present is unknown. Without a doubt, this implies that the path we've taken could potentially be a dead end."

Zhang Nanhai was filled with sorrow.

Upon hearing this, Mo Wuya remained remarkably composed.

"Nanhai, don't put too much pressure on yourself. In this world, there's really no such thing as a sure bet. Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Besides, as you said, it's only a possibility. That signifies we stil have a fifty percent chance of triumphing over the Universe Tree. Isn't that so?"

Zhang Nanhai nodded. "You make a valid point, but it feels like I'm gambling with the fate of all mankind. Mr. Chu is right. We should indeed prepare for both possibilities. While we work on the Titan Formation, the Mars Migration Mission should also continue."

"Nanhai, let's not bring up this matter again and refrain from mentioning Ye Fan in the future. By now, his reputation is in tatters. He is recognized globally as a coward, a deserter. If you walked too closely with him, it could also tarnish your reputation."

Zhang Nanhai merely sighed, without uttering a word.

Mo Wuya smited. "Also, don't put so much pressure on yourself. You need to learn to let go. Otherwise, you won't be able to hold on. And undoubtedly, women are the best means for men to alleviate their stress."

Zhang Nanhai gave a bitter smile. "Oh, come on. I don't want to end up like you, living the life of a playboy."

"Who told you to be a playboy? Just

find a woman to spend time with, chat with her, sleep with her, and have sex with her. You're still a

virgin, aren't you? In one's lifetin net

experiencing the joys of love between a man and a woman is necessary."

Zhang Nanhai waved his hand dismissively. "I don't have time. I'm not as idle as you. Women can be quite troublesome. Where do I find the time to seek a woman?" "Isn't there already one readily available?"

Zhang Nanhai was taken aback. "Are you referring to Yuqing?"

Mo Wuya nodded. "Yes. Yuqing is

quite a and has a great

figure. She's truly a top-notch beauty. Most importantly, she

admires you. If you give the gre.net

light, winning her over will be a

matter of minutes."

Zhang Nanhai fell silent.

After a long hesitation, he still shook his head.

"I don't have feelings for her. Being with her when I don't like her would be unfair to her."

Upon hearing these words, Mo Wuya felt a sense of frustration.

"You see, you worry too much. It's not about liking or disliking; it's simply about fulfilling individual needs. Forget it, you decide for yourself."

The two conversed for quite a while, and in the end, Zhang Nanhai went back to continue his research on the Titan Formation.

In the following period, Zhang Nanhai was incessantly conducting experiments, tirelessly working day and night.

Ever since she was scolded last time, Jiang Yuqing hadn't gone there for several days.

However, a week later, she continued to bring meals to Zhang Nanhai.

One late rainy night, after observing the battle of the titans, Zhang Nanhai prepared to return and organize the data.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Jiang Yuqing standing there, holding food, waiting for him.

Drenched to the bone by the rain, she still clung to the lunchbox in her arms.

Zhang Nanhai was slightly taken aback. "Have you been waiting here all this time?"

Jiang Yuqing said, "Yeah. I made these fried chicken wings for you. Remember to take them home to eat. I'm heading back now."

Jiang Yuqing set down the lunchbox, ready to return home.

Zhang Nanhai stopped her. "Yuqing, it's late and it's still raining. Don't go back. Stay here tonight."

Jiang Yuqing was slightly stunned.

She remained silent, her head bowed, and even her pretty face was somewhat flushed. Inside, she felt an inexplicable mix of nervousness and joy.

They were all adults. They all understood what those words implied.

That night, Jiang Yuqing did not return home; instead, she went home with Zhang Nanhai.

On the following day, an invigorated Zhang Nanhai continued his research on the maximum strength of the Titan Formation.

Mo Wuya was right that women truly are the best way for men to alleviate stress.

Regardless, on this day, Zhang Nanhai felt that his long-suppressed emotions had found some degree of release.

Inside the room, Jiang Yuqing was lying naked on the soft, large bed.

Looking at Zhang Nanhai's retreating figure and observing the azure sky outside, the contented Jiang Yuqing felt that the sunlight was incredibly bright.

Is this what it feels like to be a woman?

Is this what it feels like to share a bed with the most powerful man in the world?

That night, Jiang Yuqing felt as though she had experienced the happiness of Qiu Mucheng.

Just like her, they both had conquered the men who stood at the pinnacle of power and influence.