102: Chapter 102 I just love this kind of... lawless place.

However.

Facing this terrifying saber strike, Lin Fan did not dodge or avoid it.

Just as the saber qi reached his body.

"Roar—!!"

A loud dragon roar resounded through the heavens and earth.

Behind Lin Fan, a golden sun suddenly rose. Within the great sun, a True Dragon phantom spiraled out, directly using its dragon claws to meet the saber qi head-on!

Divine Ability—Great Sun True Dragon!

Clang!!

The sound of clashing metal was deafening.

That saber qi, which was enough to split a mountain, was actually crushed by the dragon claws!

"What?!"

Wu Jianba was greatly shocked.

Before he could even react.

"Eight Gates Transport!"

Lin Fan's figure disappeared.

In the next second, he appeared directly in front of Wu Jianba, less than half a meter away!

"Hehe, Old Wu, my apologies!"

Lin Fan grinned, a smile that made Wu Jianba's heart crawl.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were no fancy moves, just the most simple and unadorned wild punches!

But with the support of the fifth level of the Dragon Blood Hegemon Body Art, every punch was as heavy as ten thousand catties and as fast as lightning!

"Ouch! Don't hit the face!"

"Holy crap! You kid are playing dirty!"

"Stop! Stop stop stop! I surrender!!"

After a short ten-odd seconds.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Lin Fan stood in place refreshed, tidying his collar.

And across from him.

The once majestic Wu Jianba had now turned into a swollen mess. Both eyes were swollen like a panda's, his cheeks were puffed up high, and the combat saber in his hand had been thrown far away.

Hiss...

The entire audience gasped.

"This... is this the strength of the Saint Son?!"

"Even Principal Wu was rubbed against the ground?!"

On the high platform, Qin Mie and Zhao Baichuan looked at Wu Jianba's comical appearance and could no longer hold it in, letting out a "pfft" as they laughed, their shoulders shaking non-stop.

"What are you laughing at!"

Wu Jianba covered his face and cursed indistinctly, "This kid... he's a damn monster! His strength is even greater than that Black Python King!"

...

Three days later.

At the Zhen Yao City Central Square, a commendation ceremony was grandly held.

Lin Fan wore a crisp, specially-made military dress uniform and stood on the decoration platform.

"Lin Fan, in the battle of Ten Thousand Snakes Grotto, slew four alien Domain Kings, severely damaged the foundation of the Heavenly Snake Clan, and upheld the prestige of our human race!"

Qin Mie personally read out the commendation order, his voice stirring, "Approved by the Military Supreme Command, Lin Fan is hereby awarded the rank of 'Federation Brigadier General'! The First-Class Merit Medal! And is appointed as the Life-long Honorary Principal of the Iron Blood Military Academy!"

Whoosh—!!

Thunderous applause erupted from below the stage.

An eighteen-year-old Brigadier General!

In the history of the human race, this was unprecedented!

"In addition."

Qin Mie waved his hand, and several soldiers carried a huge box onto the stage, "Rewarding cultivation resources... worth ten billion!"

Ten billion!

This huge sum of money was enough to make an ordinary family instantly join the ranks of the wealthy elite!

Lin Fan looked at the box, his eyes shining.

But he did not put the box into his ring; instead, he turned to look at Qin Mie.

"General Qin, I want to change the reward."

"Oh?" Qin Mie was taken aback, "What do you want?"

"Please help me exchange all of these ten billion resources for high-grade yuan stones."

Lin Fan said seriously. His current system was a gold-swallowing beast; it only wanted yuan stones, and other resources were too inefficient for him.

"No problem." Qin Mie nodded.

"Also."

Lin Fan pointed to the King-tier python corpse next to him that had already been dismantled and processed, as well as that precious King-tier crystal core.

"If this thing is sold, roughly how much money would it be?"

"King-tier materials are priceless because they are so rare," Zhao Baichuan estimated from the side, "Including the crystal core, a conservative estimate... four billion."

"Good."

Lin Fan looked below the stage, his gaze sweeping over the young and determined faces, and the rows of brand-new martyr tombstones in the distance.

Although they won this great war, Zhen Yao City had also paid a painful price. Tens of thousands of warriors were buried in a foreign land, and countless families were broken.

"I don't want a single cent of this four billion."

Lin Fan's voice spread throughout the city through the loudspeakers.

"Donate it all to the Fallen Soldiers' Pension Fund. Every single penny must be distributed to the families of the martyrs."

The entire venue was silent.

Four billion!

That was an amount of money many people couldn't earn in several lifetimes! This kid actually donated it without even blinking?

"Lin Fan..."

Qin Mie was moved, looking at Lin Fan with a respectful expression.

"Salute!!"

Boom!

This military salute was more orderly and powerful than any before it.

...

After the commendation ceremony ended.

In the operations briefing room.

"This is the current distribution map of the eighteen Domain King Realm battlefields."

Qin Mie pointed at the map on the large screen, "Lin Fan, your current strength has completely surpassed the Desolate Realm, and you can enter Domain King-level battlefields. Which one do you want to go to?"

Lin Fan looked at the map, his eyes flickering.

"Battlefield No. 11... that's where the Wu family ancestor is guarding, right?"

"Correct, that is a Heavenly Monarch-level battlefield. Although it's dangerous, with the Wu family looking after you..."

"Not going."

Lin Fan shook his head decisively. Are you kidding? If that Heavenly Monarch Realm ancestor of the Wu family knew he beat his great-grandson into a swollen mess, wouldn't he make things difficult for him?

Moreover, on a Heavenly Monarch-level battlefield, if he encountered an alien Heavenly Monarch old monster, his small frame wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.

"Then Battlefield No. 3? Wu Jianba is over there."

"Not going there either."

Lin Fan glanced at Wu Jianba, who still had panda eyes, and his face twitched. This old fellow was looking at him now like he was guarding against a thief; going there would definitely not end well.

"This one then."

Lin Fan's finger pointed to a corner of the map.

"Battlefield No. 8?"

Qin Mie frowned, "The terrain there is complex, an ancient jungle, and alien activity has been frequent recently. There is no fortress of ours to rely on; it's a lawless 'no man's land'. Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Lin Fan grinned,

"I just like this kind of... lawless place."

He could avoid acquaintances, make a fortune in silence, and hunt freely.

This was his paradise!

Early morning of the fourth day.

Without alerting anyone, a small black spaceship quietly took off, pierced through the clouds, and sped toward the unknown and murderous Battlefield No. 8.

Battlefield No. 8, Domain King Realm battlefield.

This was a forgotten, primitive land.

"Boom—!!"

The small spaceship passed through the thick atmosphere and landed on the edge of a vast jungle.

The hatch opened, and Lin Fan jumped down.

"Holy cow, this gravity..."

As soon as he landed, Lin Fan felt his body sink. The gravity here was at least five times that of the outside world! If an ordinary person came here, they would be instantly crushed into meat paste.

Furthermore, the environment here was extremely bizarre.

The towering trees before him were each nearly a thousand meters tall, their canopies blotting out the sun. The weeds on the ground were two or three meters high, their leaf edges having sharp serrations that shimmered with a metallic luster.

"Hiss hiss..."

In the grass, a mosquito the size of a washbasin flew by, its mouthparts incredibly sharp.

"This place has been affected by special rule radiation."

Lin Fan activated his Bright Heart Dharma Eye, looking at the violent energy drifting in the air, "The creatures here have all undergone mutations."