Chapter 3150: Think About It, Such a Loss! Is This Statistic Wrong? Battle...

"Now!"

The moment Chihuang Zhen's voice rang out, every eye in the room flared with sudden light.

They loved this kind of decisive approach!

Money!

Quickly!

A crowd of figures stared at Chihuang Zhen with burning intensity.

"Chihuang, stop teasing them already. Let’s begin."

A soft laugh echoed from among the ten divine silhouettes.

These ten True Gods had descended not merely to seal time, but to oversee the tallying of war merits.

The sealing of time was trivial to them.

But war merits were paramount.

This touched upon the very essence of warfare.

If the system of war merits faltered, who would still volunteer for battle?

No talk of sacrifice, no talk of shared ruin—

People were selfish by nature.

Only sufficient rewards could ignite everyone’s will to fight.

And that was precisely why the war merit system mattered so much.

Long ago, when the Light Universe had been invaded by the Dark Species, countless warriors had been forced into combat.

Yet what had been the result?

Massive casualties, meager gains.

Gradually, the Light Universe established a comprehensive war merit system, granting its warriors a sense of agency.

That agency made them willing—and even eager—to fight to the death.

Nothing more.

As time passed, the Light Universe finally began to reclaim a sliver of advantage in its war against the Dark Species.

And thus, the current situation emerged.

Each great battle remained brutal beyond measure, yet they no longer suffered total annihilation.

But enough digression.

Back to the matter at hand.

With the True God’s words, the tension in the main control hall eased instantly.

A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd, and anticipation flickered across their faces.

Chihuang Zhen shook his head with a wry smile, though he understood. He waved his hand, and a luminous screen materialized in the air before them.

A cascade of data flashed rapidly across it.

Wang Teng fixed his gaze on the scrolling numbers, his expression growing solemn.

Then, the data froze.

A list appeared—names and staggering war merits laid bare before all.

Wang Teng narrowed his eyes, instinctively scanning from bottom to top.

The list was limited, clearly showing only the merits of those present.

Others’ records, evidently, were not yet worthy of display.

And as the weakest among them, his own merits would certainly not rank highest.

Looking upward from the bottom, one might catch a small surprise.

Looking downward from the top would only deepen disappointment.

This was human nature.

At heart, Wang Teng had confidence he could surpass ordinary Immortal-level beings.

But whether he could overcome Immortal-level Masters or higher? That was uncertain.

He had no idea about their war records.

Many of them had fought since the beginning of the Three Domains War—merits beyond reckoning.

Some might have even led entire campaigns.

Such achievements were immeasurable.

In any case, Wang Teng knew he could never compare.

His efforts had always been localized.

Given his strength and experience, leading a major campaign was impossible.

Small-scale battles, perhaps.

Like his initial clash with the Dark Species prodigy, or the later struggle over the Ash Ore Planet.

The prodigy battle had been entirely under his command.

But the Ash Ore Planet conflict involved three Immortal-level figures, including strategic input from the Tianlan Domain.

Thus, it couldn’t be considered his domain.

Though frustrating, Wang Teng had lacked the power to fully dominate that battle.

He hadn’t possessed a strong enough army to stand against the Dark Species.

This was the flaw of solitary combat.

As for larger wars?

Certainly not his doing.

Each of those battles dwarfed the Ash Ore Planet engagement.

Now, Wang Teng scanned the list line by line—yet his name did not appear.

"Already reached Candle Demon Master!"

A name caught Wang Teng’s eye.

This Candle Demon Master was somewhat pitiful—his war merit ranking barely above two Immortal-level Masters.

Yet there had been many Immortal-level Masters in this campaign.

And here he stood, third from the bottom.

War Merit: 32,150,000.

Not much.

Truly not much.

Wang Teng couldn't help but silently mourn for the Candle Demon Venerable in his heart.

How tragic was that!

At least he was a Venerable of the Immortal level, yet he only earned over thirty million battle merits—and nearly fell victim to the corruption of dark power.

Just thinking about it made him feel like he’d lost everything.

"But why haven’t I seen my name yet?"

"Could it be that my battle merits surpass those of the Candle Demon Venerable?"

The thought suddenly flashed through Wang Teng’s mind, making him even more eager.

Given the current situation of the Candle Demon Venerable, he still had a chance to compete.

He cast a sympathetic glance at the Venerable and continued scanning upward.

Candle Demon Venerable: "……"

By now, he had already seen his own ranking. His face darkened instantly—this was truly infuriating.

After all that hard work, he’d gained just over thirty million battle merits, not even enough to cover his losses.

But he wasn’t entirely without gains.

—After all, he had finally grown an extra head, hadn’t he?

Then, the Candle Demon Venerable noticed Wang Teng’s gaze and felt utterly speechless. What did this kid mean by that look?

Was he pitying him?

He was actually being pitied by Wang Teng!

If it weren’t for Wang Teng having saved him before, he wouldn’t have been able to bear it—this was outright humiliation.

He, the Candle Demon Venerable, didn’t need pity!

"Come to think of it, this guy’s battle merits don’t seem to be below mine."

The Candle Demon Venerable had glanced down at the list and the accumulated merits earlier, and suddenly something occurred to him—his expression froze.

Oh shit!

Did Wang Teng really have more battle merits than him?!

It was the worst kind of anxiety—afraid your friend is suffering, yet afraid they’re doing too well.

That was exactly how he felt now.

A Venerable of the Immortal level, surpassed by a Martial Master of the Domain Lord rank—how embarrassing was that?

Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one. Others had also been overtaken by Wang Teng.

Like the one above him.

The Candle Demon Venerable followed the rankings upward, trying to find Wang Teng’s merit count and position.

But the more he looked, the more horrified he became.

What the hell?

Still not there!

Still nothing!

…

Tianyan Venerable!

Yinlei Venerable!

Tianlan Yuanghai Venerable!

Xing Ce Commander-in-Chief!

Old Ji!

…

As the names dwindled, his mind could no longer remain calm—it began churning with waves of shock.

No way. No way. No way.

An astonishing thought flashed through the Candle Demon Venerable’s mind.

At the same time, the powerful figures present had mostly sensed the issue and turned their gazes toward Wang Teng.

They stared at the list, scanning upward, searching desperately for Wang Teng’s name.

"What’s going on here?"

"Why hasn’t my name appeared yet?"

"Are we going to see another twist again?"

Wang Teng’s heart had begun to race as well. After searching for so long without finding his name, he started to feel uneasy.

No!

He just wanted to quietly claim his battle merits and then vanish into obscurity.

"Could it be that I’m not qualified to be on the list?"

The thought struck him suddenly.

After all, he was merely a Domain Lord-level martial artist—being listed alongside Immortal-level and True God-level beings was somewhat inappropriate.

So he quickly turned to look at Chihuang True God.

But then—

"Wah!"

A sudden wave of astonishment erupted.

"What the hell?"

Wang Teng jumped in surprise, turning back to face the crowd.

He found everyone staring at him, their eyes filled with… something strange!

Yes, “strange” was the only word that fit.

They were looking at him as if he were some kind of… monster?

This gaze felt oddly familiar.

Whenever he did something outrageous, others always looked at him like this—as if he were a demon or a freak.

Now, that look had returned once more.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Wang Teng asked cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper.

Everyone: "……"

This guy has absolutely no sense of self-preservation at all.

The gaze of the crowd shifted toward Wang Teng, turning increasingly complex; within those eyes lay envy, wonder, and profound awe.

Naturally, there were those whose gazes burned with unadulterated jealousy.

True God Yaofeng, at this very moment, truly could not suppress his envy, completely losing control of himself.

Staring at Wang Teng’s thoroughly oblivious expression, an anonymous, fiery rage surged within his chest.

Detestable!

Absolutely detestable!

This brat must be putting on an act!

Could he really have no inkling of how many military merits he had acquired?

To play dumb like this now, who did he think he was fooling?

"Wang! Teng!!"

Venerable Yin Lei also stared at Wang Teng with a profound, dark gaze, unable to maintain composure as the twin fires of envy and jealousy blazed fiercely within his heart.

He simply could not tolerate being surpassed by a mere cosmic-lord level martial warrior.

Even though he was merely one among the many who had been overtaken.

To him, this sensation was magnified, as if the entire universe had narrowed down to a direct comparison between himself and Wang Teng.

If word of this spread, how could he, an immortal-level venerable, ever face Wang Teng again?

He would lose all standing!

Initially, he had looked down on Wang Teng entirely, regarding him as nothing more than a somewhat talented junior.

Even if the boy had accumulated some merits during the great war, it was surely nothing but a stroke of luck.

Before immortal-level venerables like them, such achievements amounted to absolutely nothing.

After all, the disparity in their strengths was an undeniable reality.

Yet, as it turned out, the youth had taught him a harsh and thorough lesson.

Whether in the final decisive battle or in the current tallying of military merits, everything pointed toward the boy's extraordinary nature.

An extraordinary nature that had already eclipsed even his own status as an immortal-level venerable.

However, no matter how deeply he refused to accept it, he was ultimately forced to stare directly at the staggering merit values displayed upon the leaderboard.

It could not be changed!

Since the die was cast, what else could be done?

Even his old superior, True God Yaofeng, had no choice but to accept it.

Venerable Yin Lei carefully stole a glance at True God Yaofeng, and seeing the deity's utterly grim countenance, he hurriedly averted his eyes.

He could not let Lord Yaofeng catch him looking.

Otherwise, he would be completely doomed!

Given Lord Yaofeng’s notoriously petty nature, he could scarcely afford to be marked by the deity's spite.

On the other side, True God Zhulong was clearly seeing Wang Teng's military merits for the first time, and was likewise struck by a profound shock.

Staring at that staggering number, it took him a long while to regain his composure before he took a deep breath and spoke:

"Wang Teng, look further up."

He suspected that Wang Teng had not bothered to look at the very top of the list.

It made sense, for above that point stood only himself, True God Zhulong, and True God Yaofeng—the three True God-level existences.

Wang Teng, even in his wildest dreams, would likely never imagine that he could actually surpass the three True Gods.

Upon hearing those words, Wang Teng was momentarily dazed, before turning his head toward the leaderboard in disbelief, his gaze ascending once more.

Since even True God Zhulong had said as much, his ranking was likely anything but low.

The deity certainly would not tease him about such matters.

Moreover, the fact that so many people had simultaneously exhibited such bizarre reactions was already proof enough.

With only a few names remaining at the summit, Wang Teng swept his eyes across them and instantly caught sight of his own name.

He froze entirely, completely petrified!

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Important matters deserved to be repeated thrice.

Wang Teng blinked in utter disbelief, then took another look before truly confirming that his eyes were not playing tricks on him.

His name actually stood above the three True Gods!

Was this real or a dream?

This was simply too incredible to be believed.

The calm within Wang Teng’s heart shattered entirely, as though a tempestuous tidal wave had come crashing through.

He swallowed hard, looking toward True God Chihuang and True God Zhulong, and asked, "There isn't a mistake in the tally, right?!"

True God Chihuang was the sole individual present who had viewed the rankings beforehand, and though he had long accepted it, a complex emotion still lingered in his heart.

Suddenly feeling an urge to tease Wang Teng, he looked at the youth and smiled, countering with a question: "What do you think?"

Who could blame him when this fellow had caused such a tremendous shock to them all?

Consider it a way to shake him awake.

"..."

Gazing at True God Chihuang’s expressionless, mechanical face, Wang Teng felt somewhat speechless.

For some reason, he managed to detect a faint trace of mischievous amusement hiding within it.

Could this True God actually be trying to toy with him?

So, was this real or not?

He desperately wanted to know the answer; though he was fundamentally certain no mistake could occur—how could such a momentous matter be a joke.

Yet he still yearned for a firm confirmation from the deity, and so he stared imploringly at True God Chihuang.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing him in such a state, True God Zhulong could not help but burst into a hearty laugh.

Amusing!

Truly too amusing!

It was rare to see Wang Teng display such a helpless and aggrieved expression.

However satisfying it had been to see Wang Teng mock True God Yaofeng earlier, that was exactly how hilarious True God Zhulong found him now.

It's all a matter of comparison!

Does this count as the wheel of fortune turning?

Wang Teng cast a resentful glance at the True God Candle Dragon.

If he hadn't known the other was acting out of goodwill, he might have already snapped back.

Laugh your ass off!

You're a true god-level being—act seriously, you bastard!

"Hmph!" The True God Yao Feng let out a cold snort in his heart, disliking the triumphant air Wang Teng and Candle Dragon exuded.

Stinking!

Truly reeking of stink!

How could He lose to these two freaks? Heaven must be blind.

The ten True God figures watched the scene with amusement, observing Wang Teng with keen interest.

Their minds were no less complicated, but seeing Wang Teng’s expression, they found it oddly entertaining.

Looks like this kid is actually stunned himself!

So active on the battlefield, someone who didn’t know might think he was stealing credit—but now he’s shocked by his own achievements.

Such a contrast… truly unparalleled!

But upon closer thought, there was nothing wrong with it. After all, that ranking was simply too astonishing.

Who would’ve thought a Domain Master-level warrior could surpass everyone—even the True Gods?

【Name】: Wang Teng

【Rank】: First

【Battle Glory】: 179,860,000!

This was Wang Teng’s battle glory—ranked first, surpassing three True God-level beings. (End of chapter)