Chapter 3163: A Manifestation of Prestige! Look Up to You! Wang Teng...

Boosting morale—such a thing sounded so intangible.

And how much could even a Domain Master-level warrior truly lift the spirits?

“Pfft!”

Yao Feng, the True God, snorted outright.

“What’s wrong? You have an issue with that?” The Star Envoy glanced at him and asked.

“…”

Yao Feng fell silent.

Why did he feel a hint of anticipation in this Star Envoy’s tone?

Damn it!

But regardless, this time he held his tongue.

He could mock, but he wouldn’t speak.

That was something he’d learned from Wang Teng.

He found this method quite effective—every time, the other side used it to provoke him, infuriating yet utterly helpless.

Now he returned the favor in kind. What harm could there be?

This was eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth!

Wang Teng gave the other man a strange look, suddenly feeling an odd sense of familiarity.

He wasn’t offended by the mockery—just found the man’s expression absurd.

What couldn’t one learn, yet insist on imitating him?

There was a saying: Those who copy me live; those who try to emulate me die.

If the man could truly grasp the essence, Wang Teng would actually respect him.

The Star Envoy noticed Yao Feng remained silent for too long, and a flicker of unease appeared in his eyes.

He seemed to have sensed Yao Feng’s thoughts, and inwardly sighed.

Then he said:

“You may think this sounds vague, but morale has real impact on the battlefield.”

“Wang Teng’s performance greatly boosted our troops’ spirit.”

“If you don’t believe it, go walk among warriors below the Realm Lord level—ask them.”

Those final words caused a ripple of surprise across the faces present.

Go ask warriors below the Realm Lord level?

Could it really be true—had Wang Teng genuinely lifted the spirits of lower-tier warriors?

Good heavens!

So he’d been quietly working behind their backs all along?

Yao Feng’s expression shifted slightly.

He feared answers like this—the ones grounded in logic and fact.

If they were being told to go ask, then they had already done so.

Yet he hadn’t expected Wang Teng to wield such influence among low-ranking warriors.

This was, in fact, a form of prestige.

Lower-ranked warriors instinctively looked up to Wang Teng, influenced by him.

As Yao Feng thought this through, his heart sank slightly.

He suddenly realized Wang Teng’s prestige wasn’t confined to the upper echelons—it extended deep into the ranks of lesser warriors.

It wasn’t earned through titles or accolades, but built step by step on the battlefield.

This was genuine, unshakable prestige.

Because it came from heartfelt recognition—something rumors could never break.

Thankfully, he hadn’t spoken earlier, only sneered.

Otherwise, he’d have been humiliated again.

Damn it—this Wang Teng was truly unnervingly cunning.

“According to post-battle analysis, warriors in Wang Teng’s sector showed 40% higher combat willpower than those in other sectors.”

“And this 40% boost translated directly into tangible combat effectiveness.”

Seeing no one else speaking, the Star Envoy continued, reciting data.

*Hiss!*

The moment he finished, everyone gasped sharply.

Combat willpower 40% higher than others?

Another outrageous figure!

How could it be 40% higher?

Was Wang Teng some kind of miracle stimulant?

Unbelievable!

Why was everything about him so unbelievable?!

They couldn’t comprehend it, staring at Wang Teng with wide-eyed astonishment—as if viewing a rare species.

“???”

Wang Teng felt himself under intense scrutiny.

Their gazes weren’t those of people looking at a normal human—they resembled those watching some exotic creature.

Damn it!

Do you have to do this?

It’s just a 40% increase in combat willpower… wait, maybe that *is* pretty high.

Wang Teng suddenly fell silent.

Was he really that powerful?

Why did every piece of data coming from this Star Envoy make him seem so exceptional?

Did the man misunderstand him somehow?

Awkward.

“Roundy, can you even calculate this?” Wang Teng asked.

“Yes,” Roundy grinned secretly.

When he first learned these figures, he’d been surprised too—so he didn’t find Wang Teng’s reaction unusual.

Just amusing.

The person involved was still completely unaware.

Seeing his utterly bewildered expression now was simply too amusing.

The goal all along had been to create a striking contrast.

“How was it calculated?” Wang Teng, completely oblivious to Yuan Gungun’s train of thought, asked curiously.

“It is quite simple. It was calculated through the chat logs of those warriors below the World Master tier; they are making quite a fuss right now,”

Yuan Gungun remarked.

“A fuss?” Wang Teng froze for a moment.

“The great war has concluded; shouldn't those who survived celebrate and make a fuss?” Yuan Gungun smiled.

“True enough,” Wang Teng realized, shaking his head. “Why does it feel like I no longer belong to the same world as them?”

This was not arrogance, but rather a strange, inexplicable lament.

While others were outside celebrating, he was here dealing with the conferment of honors, the deliberate difficulties of a True God, and an impending fifty-year lockdown.

What kind of absurd experience was this?

Utterly ridiculous!

Bearing everything at an age when he shouldn't have to bear any of it—truly hard to endure!

Yuan Gungun fell silent, suddenly sensing a trace of the hardships Wang Teng had faced, a flicker of heartache appearing in his eyes.

This fellow... was still so young!

Yet he seemed to carry far too heavy a burden.

Clearly, no one was putting pressure on him, but reality felt as though countless forces were relentlessly pushing him forward.

“Such are the troubles of growing in strength too quickly!”

Wang Teng’s melancholy came swiftly and vanished just as fast, his heart swelling with smugness once more as he could not resist speaking up.

“...”

The expression on Yuan Gungun’s face froze.

What heartache?

To hell with that.

A guy like Wang Teng was the last person who needed sympathy.

With a skin that thick and an attitude so carefree, it was others who deserved the sympathy.

“So that forty-percent statistic from earlier was actually real?” Wang Teng asked again upon seeing Yuan Gungun’s silence.

“It is close enough to what I calculated,”

Yuan Gungun nodded and explained:

“You indeed influenced a great many people. Not a few of those warriors below the World Master tier look up to you as a role model.”

“Look up to me as a role model? You must be joking,” Wang Teng’s expression turned peculiar.

What kind of role model was he?

Surely not a role model for seeking death?

“Do not disbelieve it; with your current prestige and strength, you are more than qualified to be a role model for warriors below the World Master tier,”

Yuan Gungun said in all seriousness.

“Tsk tsk, I am truly that formidable,” Wang Teng fell back into his narcissism.

“...”

Yuan Gungun chose not to speak further, his lips twitching as his eyes rolled all the way to the heavens.

“Forty percent!”

True God Yaofeng looked at Wang Teng with an expression that carried a very complex meaning.

There was, to some extent, a sense of appreciating talent.

He did not offer any further refutations; there was no longer any point.

At this stage, Wang Teng’s momentum had already become unstoppable.

“There is a fourth point. Would you like to hear it?”

The Star Envoy from the Hall of Stars suddenly smiled and inquired.

“There is a fourth point?!!”

Everyone felt as though their minds could no longer process the information.

They had initially thought raising morale was the final point, yet this Star Envoy was now telling them there was a fourth.

Exaggerated!

It was truly somewhat exaggerated!

The corners of True God Yaofeng’s eyes twitched, indicating he had no desire to hear any more.

It was already the third point, and to continue listening would only be inviting discomfort upon himself.

Let it end here, damn it!

However...

“Please enlighten us, my Lord!”

Before True God Yaofeng could refuse, all the Immortal-level entities present seemed to have made a pact, cupping their hands in unison toward the Star Envoy.

“...”

The words True God Yaofeng was about to utter were choked back into his throat, forced down with great bitterness.

Dammit!

Were these people intentionally opposing him one after another?

Wang Teng was actually rather curious himself, but he had not expected these Immortal-level entities to be even more curious than he was.

Very well!

Being a spectator to drama was human nature, after all.

“Yuan Gungun, what do you think this fourth point is?” Wang Teng first asked within his mind.

Yuan Gungun stroked his round chin and said, “If my guess is correct, it should be the impact on the entire theater of war.”

“The theater of war?” Wang Teng was somewhat surprised and said, “Was that not just discussed earlier?”

“It is different. Those were minor aspects, but the impact on the theater of war encompasses the entire grand scheme,” Yuan Gungun said.

Wang Teng narrowed his eyes, falling into deep thought.

“It appears everyone wishes to know.”

At that moment, the Star Envoy from the Hall of Stars spoke slowly:

“This fourth point is, in fact, the most crucial one.”

He withdrew his fingers, his gaze turning solemn.

"The existence of Wang Teng altered the entire trajectory of the war."

"Before the final decisive battle, our upper echelon went through numerous simulations, arriving at the conclusion that—our win rate was less than fifty percent!"

"On this point, Yaofeng, you should be well aware too."

As he spoke, he looked over at True God Yaofeng.

True God Yaofeng felt no change in his heart upon hearing the other speak of how Wang Teng had influenced the entire war.

The prior three points had already demonstrated that Wang Teng could swing the tide of the entire conflict, so what else was there to say.

Instead, he was exceptionally calm now.

Yet hearing the other mention that there was only a fifty percent win rate at the very beginning caused his heart to drop slightly.

Damn it!

How could he have forgotten this point.

Back then, before the final battle had commenced, the allied forces indeed calculated the win rate, and it was less than fifty percent.

But he had believed himself capable of defeating the Dark Apparitions and driving them back to the Dark World.

And so, defying everyone's dissuasion, he initiated the great war.

Looking back now, if not for Wang Teng, the consequences would have been simply unimaginable.

A fine sweat broke out across True God Yaofeng's back, and for the first time, he felt such a lingering sense of dread.

Then the question arose.

At the start there was only a fifty percent win rate, yet the Bright Cosmos Allied Forces won in the end; exactly how much did the win rate change in between?

So this was the ultimate strike from the Hall of Stars!

This point alone was enough to earn Wang Teng that Two-Star Star Envoy Badge of Glory.

All that was said previously was merely adding flowers to a brilliant tapestry compared to this final point.

"Yaofeng, why have you gone silent."

Seeing the other remain speechless for a long time, True God Zhulong could not help but urge him with a smile.

He naturally knew of this win rate matter as well, and hearing that Star Envoy bring it up now, he knew exactly what the other intended to do.

True God Yaofeng was completely bringing humiliation upon himself!

And he did not mind giving it a little push.

True God Yaofeng's expression froze, but he did not look at True God Zhulong, saying flatly instead, "Correct, it was precisely a fifty percent win rate!"

Everyone looked at True God Yaofeng, suddenly feeling a surge of pity for him in their hearts.

Even when being toyed with like this, he still had to play along.

Too tragic, wasn't it!

"So it was only a fifty percent win rate at the very beginning!"

Wang Teng's heart stirred, feeling somewhat surprised.

He truly did not know that the Bright Cosmos Allied Forces had once calculated the win rate.

Then the question arose, since there was only a fifty percent win rate, how did the allied forces dare to initiate the grand war?

Oh right, it was True God Yaofeng's doing.

That matched up perfectly.

No mistake about it, only an arrogant person like him would dare to launch the final decisive battle under a fifty percent win rate.

"A fifty percent win rate!!!"

That Star Envoy nodded, his voice suddenly becoming resonant as he said in a deep tone:

"From the initial win rate of fifty percent, it transformed into a seventy-five percent win rate in the end."

"This is Wang Teng's influence on the entire war!!!"

Inside the main control hall, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by these words.

The win rate was initially less than fifty percent, yet it ultimately became seventy-five percent; this increase... was brought about by Wang Teng?!

So staggering!

So unbelievable!

"This result was deduced at the very end of the decisive battle."

"Precisely because of this, the Machine Race dared to put all their eggs in one basket, mobilizing their strongest power to launch a general offensive against that dark barrier."

"Everyone, in places you cannot see, everything is meticulously calculated."

"And all of this leaves a traceable trail!"

That Star Envoy from the Hall of Stars gave everyone absolutely no time to digest this, continuing to speak one word at a time.

Silence!

A long, lingering silence!

Everyone was left speechless, having absolutely no idea what to say.

No one had anticipated that breaching that dark barrier at the very end actually carried such an insider story.

They had thought it was merely a gamble!

Now it seemed it was not that simple.

A fifty percent win rate could be called a gamble.

A seventy-five percent win rate was no longer a gamble; it was putting everything on the line, a charge toward victory.

As long as they could win, all the sacrifices within it were worthwhile.

"Good grief! I raised the final win rate to seventy-five percent!"

Wang Teng clicked his tongue continuously, feeling an extreme sense of unreality.

"I didn't actually calculate this; there are too many variables involved, and with my computing power, even my strength, it's impossible to achieve," Yuan Gun-Gun said.

"You've already done very well."

Wang Teng offered words of praise, saying, "Even I couldn't fully figure out the situation of that dark barrier, let alone you."

Yuan Gun-Gun said, "The Machine Race, or rather the allied forces, should possess quite a bit of information."

Wang Teng nodded and said, "Naturally. It was only by relying on the intelligence provided by True God Chihuang that I was able to quickly find the flaws in that dark barrier."

...

On the other side, True God Yaofeng cast a deep glance at Wang Teng, and ultimately closed his eyes.

A seventy-five percent win rate!

It had increased by a full twenty-five percent!

Wang Teng = twenty-five percent win rate!!

What could He possibly say?

Now He only wished to feign death.

But the Star Messenger refused to let Him have His way, asking instead: "Yao Feng, do you still have any doubts?"

The True God Yao Feng swallowed hard, his voice hoarse and low as it emerged: "This god has no more doubts!"

The words seemed to drain every ounce of strength from His body, leaving behind a faint trace of exhaustion in His presence.

"Very well," the Star Messenger nodded. "Then Wang Teng's Second Star Messenger Honor Badge shall take effect immediately."

"From this day forward, Wang Teng shall possess all rights and duties of the Second Star Messenger of the Hall of Stars." (End of chapter)