Han Zhan's words were not only for himself to hear.
All the Spirit Contract Masters present, everyone watching through the broadcast, and the leaders from various regions seated in the command center.
They all heard this sentence.
Everyone's expressions varied.
Some were puzzled, some remained unmoved, some were thunderstruck, and some brimmed with fighting spirit.
But Han Zhan was simply Han Zhan, he had this stubborn persistence in him.
Training in martial arts begins with nurturing a fierce disposition; now this fierceness in his chest demanded expression!
Han Zhan's hand once again pressed down on the strings of the Fu Xi Zither.
At this moment, outside the combat space,
a piece of white paper was inexplicably blown off, drifting to the ground.
The leaves on a tree rustled as they were blown, swaying gracefully.
A female classmate's short skirt was blown up, eliciting waves of screams.
More and more oddities emerged.
It was all the wind.
An unseen wind guided by a mysterious call, converging from all directions.
Rising from nowhere, appearing out of thin air, penetrating everywhere, infiltrating the combat space.
Inside, it formed a tornado that spanned from earth to sky.
Coincidentally enveloping the entire Red Flame Beast!
"A mighty righteous aura, a thousand miles of Joyful Wind!"
Han Zhan's spiritual power surged out like a flood, this was not a zither tune that a Tier One could play.
But now, he couldn't care about such things!
"Mercy!"
Blood oozed simultaneously from Han Zhan's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, dripping onto the zither strings.
The originally gathered tornado swirled quickly around the Red Flame Beast, soon sweeping away and absorbing all the flames that enveloped its body!
The bare Red Flame Beast looked like a plucked chicken, somewhat comical.
No one had the heart to laugh.
Because they saw Han Zhan raising his right hand high, pressing it heavily on the zither strings, and the Fu Xi Zither emitted a sound akin to a lament from spiritual power exhaustion.
Immediately, that uncontrollably wild wind drilled entirely into the body of the Red Flame Beast!
Crack.
A crisp shattering sound arose, a pale green light trace appeared on the Red Flame Beast's shell,
it spread instantly, cracking more and more like a shattered porcelain piece.
The next second, with a loud bang, the originally tall Tier Three Red Flame Beast crumbled to dust in an explosion.
He did it!
He won!
Everyone witnessing this scene was utterly stunned. Instantly killing a Tier One Black Bull Insect, they could accept that; defeating a Tier Two Exotic Beast, they could acknowledge that, but this was a Tier Three Red Flame Beast!
Could it be any more outrageous!
He was too overwhelmingly strong!
At this moment, everyone remembered the name Han Zhan and his proclamation-like self-introduction just now.
"My name is Han Zhan, a Spirit Contract Master! I am here not just to survive!"
"Clap, clap, clap!" No one knew who started clapping first, but more and more applause erupted, the dense applause resonating throughout the entire assessment site.
This applause was for Han Zhan, and also for all humanity.
Amidst the crowd, Wang Luma and Xiao Mei felt a bit awkward,
if they clapped, it felt like slapping themselves in the face; if they didn't, it felt like they would be slapped by the person next to them any second.
Wang Luma looked at Han Zhan shining in the combat space, his teeth nearly grinding to pieces.
Clearly, all this glory, this aura, could have been his, but Han Zhan suddenly emerged and intercepted halfway!
Xiao Mei's face was also hard to look at, her efforts yesterday had turned into a joke with Zhao Hu's earnest guarantees.
"Han Zhan, Combat Assessment - Difficulty Ten, Passed!"
"Han Zhan, Healing Assessment - Difficulty Ten, Passed!"
Announcing both assessments' passing at once was official treatment for Han Zhan, which he undoubtedly deserved.
Even the already shocked crowd couldn't avoid being astounded again upon hearing the assessor's announcements.
"This is unprecedented, and will never be surpassed, right?"
"Passing both assessments at difficulty ten, no one else can break this record!"
"I'm more concerned about where the officials will assign him; such a genius must be fiercely contested over..."
Struggle or not, Han Zhan didn't know, he only knew that upon hearing the assessment's passing announcement, the combat space scene before his eyes sharply changed into a pure white space.
A man wearing black-framed glasses stood not far in front of him.
"Joyful Wind, quite a nice name. I'm Lin Jingxuan, head of the Second War Zone."
"Congratulations and welcome to the third assessment space," Lin Jingxuan said, looking at Han Zhan without a hint of a smile.
Meanwhile,
a sheet of paper glowing faintly with golden light floated down from above Han Zhan, then hovered right in front of him.
There were only three questions on the paper.
"First question: If you and your team of ten Spirit Contract Masters are suddenly attacked by one hundred Cockroach Nest Insects in the suburbs, what would you do?"
Cockroach Nest Insects are Tier One Alien Insects, and with ten Spirit Contract Masters, if the battle allocation is reasonable, this swarm can be defeated.
Han Zhan pondered for a moment and gave his answer:
"Let the other nine Spirit Contract Masters hold the line, while I leave alone to reach the nearest city."
"Your answer surprises me," Lin Jingxuan said upon hearing Han Zhan's answer, not immediately judging right or wrong, but instead asking, "Why did you choose to do so?"
"The reason is simple. When you see one cockroach, your home might already have a hundred cockroaches. So when a hundred Cockroach Nest Insects appear, it's likely just the vanguard; the actual swarm's number exceeds millions, even billions!"
"Having the other nine hold the line prevents the Insect Race from realizing I've caught on, and heading to the nearest city is to warn and call for reinforcements to counter this large-scale insect disaster."
Han Zhan's logic was clear; Lin Jingxuan adjusted his glasses and nodded.
"Second question: Between the Insect Race and humans, who do you think will ultimately win?"
"I believe the Insect Race will ultimately win, but humans will not be defeated."
"An interesting answer," Lin Jingxuan continued his questions.
"Third question: Why did you become a Spirit Contract Master?"
"Why?" Upon hearing this, images he had seen before flashed in Han Zhan's mind.
He spoke from the heart: "I became a Spirit Contract Master to stop insects from ravaging our land, to allow people to live in peace, to see smiles on everyone's faces. To place the flag of Great Xia on all territories that were taken!"
"To restore the glory of Great Xia, it's an obligation that cannot be shirked!"
"Good, well said!"
In the distance, someone clapped and walked over.
It was a spirited elder with white hair, but he had a robust body and piercing eyes.
"Young man, would you be willing to become my disciple?"