I Changed My Profession To Boxing At The Beginning, And Used My Two Fists To Crush My Fate.

In the dark room.

Meng Chen held a rune in his hand, with colorful rays of light flowing through it.

There is only one big character on the rune - leaf.

"Did you hear everything?" Liu Xiuyuan said listlessly.

Pudong Jiang leaned on the chair, sighed, looked at the rune and said, "As long as Ye An nodded just now, this will be his."

"Why is he so stubborn!"

"Meng Chen, what should we do?"

"Looking at this posture, we underestimated Ye An's determination to practice boxing."

After Meng Chen was silent for a few seconds, he said: "Ye An wins Qi Wuguang."

"I will pass this inheritance on to him."

"What?" Pudong Jiang was shocked, thinking that his ears heard wrong.

"Is there water in your head?"

"Whether he wins or not against Qi Wuguang is meaningless to us."

"It has no meaning to the human world either!"

"It only makes sense for him to change his profession to be a combat strategist!"

Meng Chen turned around and asked, "Chief of the Third District."

"Do you think that if it were eighteen-year-old Ye Tianwen, he could win against Qi Wuguang?"

"Of course we can't win." Pudong Jiang shook his head.

Meng Chen added: "What if the eighteen-year-old Ye Tianwen fully masters all the abilities of his dreams?"

After Pudong Jiang pondered for a while, he said: "Qi Wuguang has thirty-three boxes of spiritual power in his head."

"There are still thirty-three boxes of soul power in his belly."

"It's an absolute crushing of energy."

"Eighteen-year-old Ye Tianwen can't handle it!"

Meng Chen asked: "Then if Ye An wins, wouldn't it prove that his fists are better than his dreams?"

Pudong Jiang snorted coldly: "Are you crazy? No matter how powerful a pair of fists are, they can't be more useful than dreams. The difference between clouds and mud!"

Meng Chen raised his index finger and said seriously: "First of all!"

"Tactic strategists must remain rational."

"So it's not me who's crazy, but you!"

"Because Ye Tianwen once used his dreams to create unparalleled miracles."

"So when you see the dream, it's like seeing Ye Tianwen. You firmly believe that as long as Ye An can cultivate the dream and choose the profession of war strategist, then he will be the next Ye Tianwen."

"But we all know something very important."

“Success and life cannot be replicated!”

"Besides, Ye Tianwen is not reborn yet. The person standing over there is Ye An. He and Ye Tianwen are two completely different people!"

"But all of you are acting like crazy and are extremely paranoid about asking Ye An to become Ye Tianwen."

"As long as he doesn't want to be Ye Tianwen, then he seems to be nothing."

"That's what I thought a few months ago."

"But these few months."

“He’s won over a lot of people and done a lot of great things.”

"I think we should have a new judgment on Ye An."

"Isn't it?"

The District Chief of District 3 didn't seem to listen at all, and snorted coldly: "Give me the inheritance rune."

Meng Chen said seriously: "Chief of the Third District, don't forget that Ye An won 50% of the Huang family's annual income for you in the battle with Fang Tianlian."

"Now because of the decline of the Huang family, you directly took away a lot of their family assets."

"Ye An won these for you."

"I was the one who made the decision!"

"do not forget!"

After saying the last three words categorically, Meng Chen turned around, tossed his windbreaker, and left with his back to Pudong River.

Pudong Jiang's face looked ugly.

Because Meng Chen was completely scolding him!

This is the war strategist.

No one is a bird.

The most annoying thing is that even if they quarrel, no one can make more noise than this group!

In addition, they are rare, powerful, and have a high status!

So they can do whatever they want!

A military advisor from District 8 unscrupulously pointed at the head of District 3 and taught him a lesson!

"Oh shit!"

Pudong Jiang cursed angrily and smashed the table in front of him with a slap!

Liu Xiuyuan on the side lowered his head in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye An didn't know anything about what happened here.

He pulled Liu Shu and started training!

Time passes day by day!

He sleeps nine hours.

Practice unconsciously for ten hours.

Practice for two hours when the wind rises.

I sparred with Liu Shu for two and a half hours, and the remaining half hour was spent brushing my teeth, washing up, and eating.

Ye An seemed to be used to this kind of mechanically repetitive days, and there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

Those who are close to vermilion are red; those who are close to ink are black.

Fang Tianlian also gradually adapted to Ye An's terrifying amount of training, and worked hard every day to practice unconscious spellcasting.

He has given up thinking about where he ranks in the contemporary world. He just lives in the present and does the things in front of him well!

Anyway, Ye An is a good person.

He will not dislike himself for being a bastard!

Of course Ye An would not dislike it.

With Fang Tianlian's help, his Fengqi progress was slowly but steadily improving.

Around 2% per day.

Until 95% began to fall off a cliff.

Ye An was still anxious and held Fang Tianlian for three hours, which in the dream state was thirty hours.

But not much has changed.

That’s about 0.8% more per day.

Until the day of the game.

Ye An's unconscious power accumulation has already started and can last for 2 seconds, which is the same level as Li He at that time.

The Wind Rises has reached 98.8% progress.

Ye An's intuition told him that he was just a step away.

However, this kick may not be achieved through hard work, but requires some opportunities!

Nine in the morning.

Ye An sat in the room, with Ji Qing beside him quietly.

Ye An barely slept that night, and woke up at around six o'clock. He sat quietly on a chair alone, with the scene of his battle with Liu Shu replaying in his mind.

There was a hint of sadness on Ji Qing's face.

She and Ye An were inseparable, and she knew very well that Ye An was not in a normal state during this period.

He was nervous.

This was the first time I felt such emotion from him.

I didn't sleep last night, that's why.

She knew why Ye An was nervous.

In the past ten days, Gaotian Territory Lord's lineage has been overwhelmingly promoting Qi Wuguang's power.

He was even described as a human monster comparable to Ye Tianwen.

The generalissimo's voice was not loud.

Only Jin Buhuan is exerting force.

The military department was silent.

Because Ye An said it, he didn't want to switch to the planner now.

His biggest supporters were disappointed in him.

To break this, he must win over Qi Wuguang.

But Liu Shu had already demonstrated the strength of Qi Wuguang's man-made weapon.

Liu Shu copied all the abilities written in Qi Wuguang's information.

Fifty-six games have been played in the past few days, and Ye An only won one!

Qi Wuguang's abilities are definitely not just what is written on the paper, there must be other means.

However, even the known methods are difficult for Ye An to deal with, and coupled with the unknown, any rational person would think that Ye An's chances of winning are extremely slim.

But Ye An had no way out.

If he doesn't win, everything will fall apart.

His personal confidence will crumble.

The military department no longer invests in him.

Things have come to an end.

Ji Qing knows everything about Ye An.

But what his true emotions were like, she couldn't empathize with him at all.

Just like what Ye An said to himself.

"The only one who can save you is yourself!"

Now this sentence falls on Ye An himself.

Ji Qing looked at him directly.

He was sitting upright on the chair, with his eyes closed and frowning slightly, and he was using his talent to continuously fight against the copy of Qi Wuguang.

Sudden.

The alarm bell rang at half past nine!

Ye An stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Ji Qing's heart skipped a beat because he had never seen Ye An with such sharp eyes.

It actually looked a bit like Lin Zhou at that time, the one who vowed to win.

at the same time.

In a dark room.

Qi Wuguang also stood up and opened the bed curtain.

The bright light shone on his bloodless face, and he looked down at the photo he held tightly in his hand.

The background of the photo is the post-war ruins, and the protagonists in the photo are a brother and sister.

The elder brother smiled brightly, and the younger sister tied up her cute twin tails and talked about eggplant loudly.

Both of them were the lucky ones who survived the indiscriminate bombing by the demons, and they were disgraced.

But both of them in the photo are smiling brightly.

Because the demon clan's fighter planes had already bombarded them, support from Gao Tianyu arrived soon.

The joy of surviving the disaster is fully released in this photo.

But only ten minutes passed.

A strong man from the Demon Clan and God Realm suddenly arrived.

The human race also came to a god realm.

At that time, my brother was packing things in the air raid shelter.

My sister took pictures above.

He only heard a terrifying roar.

Go up again.

There are no more bodies to collect.

The most regrettable thing was that Qi Wuguang had only two days left to test his talent.

If he had detected the Darkness of the Thorn God earlier, he would have become the Darkness of the Soul Eater earlier.

He would have a chance to keep his sister's soul.

Fortunately, the talent was fully developed by then.

Qi Wuguang's strong will allowed his talent to awaken!

Wake up!

He is still two days away from turning twelve. At this age when most people don't know their own talents, he has already taken the ultimate step called awakening!

But even so, he only protected a fragment of his sister's consciousness.

This does not meet the conditions for resurrecting a person at all!

It wasn't until a year later that a surprise came.

A man named Ye Wuce found him and told him something.

Think of this.

Qi Wuguang walked out of the dim room numbly, muttering.

"Swallow...Ye An...spirit...soul..."

"Master...dream...resurrection...Zhenxin..."

He must constantly think about these things and stimulate his soul with pain in order to hang on to the soul that may fall into madness at any time.

Now, it's just a matter of time.

Qi Wuguang stood in the room, staring blankly at the extremely ugly man in the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Tears kept pouring down his cheeks, but his eyes were still empty and dull.

I just heard him muttering to himself: "Zhenxin...won't...dislike me."

After saying that, he opened the door and numbly walked into the car arranged by Ye Wuce's assistant under the glare of countless cameras.