Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

His tone was deep and resonant, carrying a natural air of dominance, unlike Wang Xian's.

Xia Yulong and Wang Dongyi were both stunned.

They stared wide-eyed at "Wang Xian".

"Wang Xian" was also watching them.

That look, that expression, that tone—

too familiar.

"What are you looking at?"

"Wang Xian" raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure in her voice: "It's only been a little over ten years, and you don't recognize me?"

Xia Yulong and Wang Dongyi's pupils suddenly contracted!

Wang Dongyi's voice was trembling:

"Sixth...Sixth Brother?!"

"You're the sixth brother?!"

Xia Yulong even cursed out loud: "Holy crap! You were really summoned?!"

Seeing their shocked expressions, Wang Quan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

That laughter was unrestrained and bold, exactly the same as it was back then.

"How about that? Surprised? Unexpected?"

Wang Dongyi rushed forward and grabbed Wang Quan's shoulder.

He looked the familiar stranger up and down, his eyes reddening.

"Sixth brother...it really is you..."

Wang Quan felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and pulled his hand away.

"Alright, alright, stop being so mushy. Although I'm dead, my spirit is still here, floating between heaven and earth."

He patted Wang Dongyi on the shoulder, his tone relaxed:

"Third brother, you've had a tough time all these years."

Wang Dongyi shook his head, unable to speak.

Xia Yulong stood aside, watching this scene, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

After a long while, he finally spoke:

"Wang Quan, you're something else. You've been dead for over a decade and you still manage to come out and scare people."

Wang Quan turned his head, looked at him, and chuckled: "Old Xia, you're still the same as ever, haven't changed a bit."

Xia Yulong laughed and scolded, "Get lost! You haven't changed at all; you're still just as frivolous."

The three of them started catching up, chatting away.

Those past events, those years of fighting together, those passionate memories...

All of these things surged back into my heart at this moment.

Wang Xian had already withdrawn his senses.

He did not continue listening to the three reminiscing.

Those were their time.

He has his own things to do.

He began to process what he had just learned.

The king's fist left a very deep impression on him.

When that punch was thrown, time seemed to stand still, and heaven and earth seemed to submit to it.

That's no ordinary power.

It is the fist of the king, the fist of the king.

It contains the essence of the King's Fist.

If he can comprehend this concept, his strength will reach a new level.

Wang Xian, who possesses the SSS-level talent Dao Yan Divine Heart, has comprehension far exceeding the limits of common sense.

He can grasp the essence of many things with just one glance.

But Wang Quan is different.

This martial art is at an extremely high level.

It is not just a martial art, but also a manifestation of the Tao.

When Wang Quan created this style of boxing, he had already joined the ranks of the strong.

His vision, his insights, and his level of understanding are all beyond what Wang Xian can compare to now.

The techniques of using power are not the only elements contained in Wang Quan.

There's also the artistic conception.

The King's Fist Intent

That was the king's understanding of the word "king"—the way of the king, the way of the king.

It is the domineering aura of ruling the world, the arrogance of looking down on all living beings, and the heroic spirit of being the only one who matters.

This kind of artistic conception cannot be easily grasped by talent alone.

It requires experience, reflection, and a true understanding of the word "king".

But Wang Xian did not give up.

He closed his eyes and replayed those images over and over again.

The moment Wang Quan clenched his fist—

In that instant, he seemed to become the center of the world, and everything around him became mere background.

That natural majesty, that aura that commands the submission of all things, is not something that can be faked, but something that is etched into one's very being.

Wang Xian began to think.

Why does it have this kind of imposing aura?

Because the royal power was strong?

No, it's not just about being powerful.

Many strong people are also very powerful, but when they stand there, they don't give people that feeling.

This is a mindset.

A "I am king" mentality.

Wang Quan was a chosen one of heaven from childhood to adulthood.

He was Marshal Wang Junba's most beloved son and the most dazzling genius of the Wang family's generation.

He advanced to the Star Realm at the age of twenty, entered the Calamity Realm at the age of twenty-two, and broke through to a realm above the Calamity Realm at the age of twenty-five.

His entire life was spent in the clouds.

He never felt inferior to anyone.

He was born to be a king.

Therefore, his punches naturally carried the domineering aura of a king.

Wang Xian continued his deductions.

The trajectory of the punch was not a normal straight line.

It was a mysterious arc, as if it contained some profound truth of the universe.

Where the fist passes, the air is not torn apart, but rather makes way.

Space is not oppressed, but rather complies obediently.

This is a kind of "following the flow".

It's not about going against nature, but about getting nature to cooperate.

A flash of inspiration struck Wang Xian.

The essence of Wang Quan is not conquest.

Rather, it is about domination.

It's not about forcibly breaking the rules, but about making the rules work for you.

Like a true king, he doesn't need to shout or flaunt his power.

He only needs to stand there, and everyone will naturally submit.

Because he is the king.

Countless thoughts began to intertwine in Wang Xian's mind.

He thought about his own experience.

Although he wasn't born a chosen one like Wang Quan, he had his own path.

He crawled out of the mud and has come this far step by step.

He wasn't born a king, but he can become one through hard work.

His King's Fist doesn't need to replicate the Way of Kingship; it can have its own Way.

Wang Xian continued his deductions.

Time passed, second by second.

I don't know how much time has passed—

He opened his eyes.

A flash of understanding crossed his eyes.

He got it.

The secret of Wangquan lies not in the "fist," but in the "king."

The fist is just a form; the king is the core.

Whoever grasps the true meaning of "King" will be able to unleash the true King's Fist.

The king's fist of royal power is the way of the king, it is ruling the world.

Wang Xian also comprehended his own "King Fist"!

He raised his hand and gently clenched his fist.

In that instant, his entire demeanor subtly changed.

It's not the domineering and unparalleled aura of royal power, but a more restrained and composed presence.

It stood there quietly, like a mountain.

It can protect everything, and it can also suppress everything.

Wang Xian's lips curled up slightly.

Although with his current strength, he cannot yet unleash the earth-shattering power of royal authority.

But this punch was enough to severely injure Long Qingyu's dragon beast, leaving it half-dead.

Unfortunately, the opportunity is gone.

The dragon beast has been destroyed.

Wang Xian was in a great mood.

……

outside world.

The three of them were catching up and their conversation was drawing to a close.

Wang Quan patted Wang Dongyi's chest, then nodded to Xia Yulong:

"Alright, I can't use Xiaoxian's body for too long, otherwise it will have an effect on him. Let's leave it at that."

Although Wang Dongyi was somewhat reluctant, he didn't say anything more when he heard that it would affect Wang Xian.

He nodded: "Sixth brother, take care."

Wang Quan laughed heartily:

"Take care of yourself? What do you mean, take care of yourself? I'm already dead, what's there to take care of? You guys should be living well."

He paused, looked at Wang Dongyi, and his tone became more serious:

"Xiao Xian is a very talented child, you should take good care of him."

Wang Dongyi nodded:

"Don't worry, with me and my older brother here, we won't let him suffer."

"If all else fails, we'll go find the old man in the restricted area!"