Mystery Makes Me Strong

Zhang Meng's consciousness gradually became clear in a burst of severe pain.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a narrow, dirty street, surrounded by tall concrete buildings, their shadows trapped him like a cage.

This is a new world.

A voice suddenly appeared in his mind:

"This is a world dominated by war, a place you have never imagined."

Haha, God threw himself here again?

He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart.

Sure enough, people in front of God are like ants in front of people.

He struggled to stand up, but his body had not yet fully adapted to the gravity of this world.

Just then, a group of people in tattered military uniforms emerged from the shadows of the alley, their eyes full of hostility and madness.

They held sticks and chains, and the scars and dust on their faces could not cover up their ferocity.

"New here?" One of them sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Zhang Meng didn't understand why the other party was so crazy.

Why is there so much hostility?

Even in the two doomsday worlds, everyone should try it out first.

He tried to back away, but his back was already against the cold wall.

He had nowhere to escape. The group of people surrounded him, their movements were swift and organized, and it was obvious that this was not the first time they had done this.

"Wait, I am..." Zhang Meng had not finished his words when a stick hit his shoulder.

Pain broke out in his shoulder, and Zhang Meng's eyes flashed with dizziness.

He found that he had lost his player template.

How pathetic.

This was really his last moment!

Haha, would the gods also take advantage of the situation?

He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and tried to stay awake.

And the sticks and chains rained down on him, and every blow made his body tremble.

Zhang Meng's instinct began to fight back, and his hands groped for anything that could be used as a weapon.

His fingers touched a broken brick, and he grabbed it tightly and swung it at the nearest attacker with all his strength.

He knew that he had to fight back, otherwise he would be beaten to death!

After all, he was a man who had experienced two doomsdays!

The prey that does not resist is the first to be killed!

The brick hit the man's face with a dull sound. The man took a few steps back, and blood flowed from his nose.

The others paused briefly, and then attacked Zhang Meng more frantically.

Zhang Meng's body was covered with bruises and wounds, and his consciousness began to blur.

He felt his vitality slipping away bit by bit, and his heart was filled with despair.

How could this doomsday be so cruel?

Just as Zhang Meng was about to lose consciousness, a figure rushed into the battle group.

It was a woman who was also wearing a ragged military uniform. Her movements were quick and agile, and she held a sharp blade in her hand.

Her eyes flashed with determination and anger.

"Stop!" Her voice rang out in the narrow street.

The group stopped the attack and turned to this new target.

The woman did not retreat, there was no fear in her eyes, only the will to fight.

"You cowards, do you only bully fugitives?"

Her blade flashed coldly in the sun.

The group hesitated, then slowly retreated, eventually disappearing into the shadows of the alley.

The woman walked over to Zhang Meng, her eyes sympathetic.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft and concerned.

Zhang Meng nodded with difficulty, his breathing was rapid, his body ached.

The woman helped him stand up, her eyes firm.

"Welcome to the world of war," she said, "here, you must learn to fight to survive."

"They call me a fugitive? What does that mean?" Zhang Meng asked hurriedly.

"Poor guy, is there something wrong with the memory infusion of the hatching? It seems that you don't know anything?"

"Yes, my memory is wrong." Zhang Meng hurriedly followed the other party's explanation.

...

Three days later.

Zhang Meng stood at the edge of the training ground, his body soaked in sweat, his eyes flashing with a firm light.

He knew that he had lost the favor of the gods, he had to start from scratch, he had to regain his strength.

His luck was good, at the last moment, he met the woman.

Of course, he also knew that the woman was not simply kind-hearted.

Instead, after giving him a simple treatment and telling him some common sense, she sold him to a private training ground...

This training ground is a huge open-air area surrounded by high walls covered with graffiti and bullet holes.

This is where the soldiers train and where they prove themselves.

Zhang Meng stood in the center of the training ground, his body casting a long shadow in the morning light.

His trainer was a retired veteran named Kane.

There was a hint of severity in his eyes, but there was also a hint of encouragement in his voice.

This touched Zhang Meng a little.

After all, there were still people on his side.

"Zhang Meng, I can feel that you had a glorious past, but now you have lost everything, but now you can regain your strength." Kane said to him.

He had a loud voice, and even on the training ground, everyone could hear him clearly.

Zhang Meng nodded, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"I know, Kane, I will work hard."

The training started soon.

Zhang Meng immediately started basic physical training.

His body ran on the track and his fists hit the sandbags.

And his body also shuttled through obstacles.

Every time he ran, hit, and jumped, it was a test of his will.

As the training deepened.

Zhang Meng began to come into contact with more complex combat skills.

He relearned and familiarized himself with how to use various weapons, how to fight in close combat, and how to survive on the battlefield.

His hands were covered with blisters and his body was covered with scars, but he did not give up.

Because he knew that this was his most difficult time.

Finally, in a particularly difficult training.

Zhang Meng was asked to fight a group of training dummies without any weapons.

These dummies are actually robots.

They are all designed to be the most powerful enemies and look like real people.

They move quickly and ruthlessly. Zhang Meng must rely on his body and wisdom to defeat them.

His body shuttled through the dummies, his movements were fierce and accurate.

He forgot any sympathy and mercy, he would no longer leave a bottom line like before.

After all, no gods favor him now!

His fist hit the vitals of the dummy, and his foot kicked down the support of the dummy.

His body trembled in pain, but his will was as firm as iron.

Of course, occasionally, he would have inner struggles,

just in the intervals of training.

Zhang Meng would sit in a corner of the training ground.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

He remembered his days in front of the gods.

At that time, he had endless power. It was such a beautiful day that he could enjoy the favor and flattery of everyone.

And now, he must rely on his own strength.

"Zhang Meng, what are you thinking about?" Kane's voice interrupted Zhang Meng's thinking.

Zhang Meng raised his head, with a trace of pain in his eyes. "I wonder if I can regain my strength."

There was a hint of understanding in Kane's eyes.

"Zhang Meng, strength does not only come from the outside world, but also from yourself."

"You must believe in yourself, you must believe that you can overcome everything."

"Let me tell you, this world is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Zhang Meng nodded, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you, Kane, you are a good person."

"Haha, me, a good person? You work hard." Kane also laughed.

"I know, Kane, I will get strength."

As time went by, Zhang Meng's training became more and more difficult.

The strength of his body became stronger and stronger.

His body became stronger, his movements became more flexible and accurate, and his eyes became very sharp.

And in a training session.

Zhang Meng finally faced a particularly strong opponent.

This is an advanced training dummy controlled by Kane himself.

And this dummy is far more powerful and faster than previous opponents.

Its goal is to test Zhang Meng's limits.

Zhang Meng stood in the center of the training ground.

His body trembled under the powerful attack of the dummy.

But there was no fear in his eyes, only determination.

His body moved under the attack of the dummy.

His movements changed under the attack of the dummy.

His body trembled in pain, but his will was as firm as iron.

Finally, in a fierce duel, Zhang Meng found the weakness of the dummy.

His fist hit the heart of the dummy, and his foot kicked down the support of the dummy.

The dummy fell to the ground, and Zhang Meng stood beside it. His body trembled in pain, but his eyes flashed with victory.

At this time, he only felt a warm current surging from his body.

Suddenly, he felt that he had become stronger again.

It was the feeling of the first awakening!

He took a deep breath and felt the strengthening of the body by the warm current.

At this time, a voice appeared in his mind, which was the voice he heard when he came.

"Awakening is successful, you get super physique (primary)"

"Your physique is ten times that of ordinary people, and your strength, speed and reaction are far beyond ordinary people."

Hearing this, Zhang Meng was not happy, but disappointed.

Because he knew that he still did not break free from the gaze of the gods.

It's ridiculous.

Obviously, the decision has been made.

I have to rely on myself, even if I die, it doesn't matter.

But now, I was seen by the gods again.

He suddenly understood Li Cang.

I'm afraid that's how the other party is.

Being favored, and then abandoned!

Damn it, I'm too stupid.

It's not that Li Cang did anything wrong, Li Cang did nothing wrong.

The only mistake was his arrogant attitude.

He didn't hold on to the end!

There was a cold flash in his eyes, he felt the new power, and his body exuded a strong aura.

He knew that now, on the surface, he was no longer a weak person who needed protection, he was now a real warrior.

But in fact, he was just a toy.

A toy of the gods.

...

That evening.

Zhang Meng continued to practice alone in the training ground, when suddenly a group of familiar figures appeared in his sight.

It was the group of people who beat him last time, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain in their eyes.

They didn't seem to recognize Zhang Meng.

They seemed to think he was still the helpless recruit.

Zhang Meng sneered in his heart: a group of tools are here.

It seems that the training ground is going to make money from itself.

"Look, that recruit is still training," one of them laughed, "How strong does he think he can become?"

Zhang Meng's eyes flashed a hint of coldness, he didn't speak, just stood there quietly, waiting for their arrival.

The group of people approached, and their smiles froze when they saw Zhang Meng's eyes.

They felt a hint of unusual breath.

Anyone can feel how powerful Zhang Meng is now.

Just like ordinary people standing in front of Tyson, as long as they are not fools, they can know the gap.

But for some reason, they are still arrogant.

It seems that there is a voice that makes them subconsciously ignore this bad feeling.

"Boy, what are you doing here?" the leader challenged, "Do you want to be taught a lesson too?"

Zhang Meng did not answer, his body suddenly moved.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and his footsteps left a trail of afterimages on the ground.

His fists swept through the air, making a sound of breaking through the air.

It was a supersonic punch!

This will be a crushing battle

Before the group of people could react, Zhang Meng's fist had hit the first person's face.

The man's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and lost consciousness.

The others retreated in horror, their eyes full of fear.

They tried to fight back, but their movements were as slow as a snail in Zhang Meng's eyes.

Zhang Meng's body shuttled among them, and his fists and kicks hit everyone accurately.

Every blow was full of power, and every move was full of grace.

And Zhang Meng's body seemed to no longer be flesh and blood, but a perfect fighting machine.

Every attack he made the group groan in pain.

And their bodies trembled under Zhang Meng's power.

The battle was over soon, and the group of people lay on the ground.

Their eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

They finally recognized Zhang Meng, the fugitive!

But they couldn't understand why this recruit who was once easily defeated by them could now easily defeat them.

Zhang Meng stood among them, his body exuding a powerful aura.

His eyes were full of determination.

He knew that he was no longer a weakling who needed protection, but now he was a real warrior.

Zhang Meng stood in the center of the training ground, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

He knew that although his power had awakened.

His body had become strong, but these were still illusions, all "borrowed" to him by others.

It was comfortable for a while, but the future was destined to be bitter!

He knew that strength was not everything, and the real battle had just begun.

"Zhang Meng, you did a good job," Kane's voice echoed in the training ground, "You have proved your strength."

Zhang Meng nodded, his eyes were firm.

"I know, Kane, but I also know that this is just the beginning."

Kane's eyes were full of appreciation. "Very good, Zhang Meng, you are ready to face the real battle."

Zhang Meng took a deep breath: "Give me the task!"