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Underground parking lot.

The broken light flickered, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

Reflecting an unusual gleam hidden deep within Fang Cheng's pupils.

Zheng Haokang met his gaze, a hint of regret suddenly rising in his heart.

Perhaps… this powerful and enigmatic opponent before him was also one of the monsters?

Fang Cheng lowered his eyes slightly, then nodded in response:

“I have indeed seen some very strange people. I don’t know if they belong to the same category as the monsters you mentioned?”

Hearing this, Zheng Haokang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The look in his eyes towards Fang Cheng also softened a bit, as if he had finally found someone to confide in.

Regardless of whether Fang Cheng was listening, Zheng Haokang continued to speak:

“I went to West Mountain with a friend to travel and relax. At night, we stayed at the Lone Peak Temple. The atmosphere in the mountains was quite peaceful at first, but in the second half of the night, we were awakened by a deafening roar.”

“The entire temple seemed to be shaking, and many tiles fell off. We thought it was an earthquake, so we quickly ran out of the dormitory with the monks.”

“Looking up at the night sky, we saw flames soaring into the sky, and a shockwave spread from a distance, snapping rows of trees and knocking them down.”

“The explosion site was probably a few kilometers away from the temple, but we could still feel the enormous power.”

“But that’s not the most shocking thing…”

Speaking of this, Zheng Haokang's eyes and voice became even heavier:

“It started raining that early morning, and I saw several figures emerging from the mountain fire, chasing each other, fighting fiercely, and approaching the temple.”

“No, they shouldn't be considered people. They ran as fast as bullets, and could collapse a wall with a single collision, and fling an opponent into the air with a wave of their hand. This is simply not something ordinary people can achieve.”

“My friend was caught off guard and hit in the head by a flying brick, dying on the spot.”

“And those monsters, just like casually stepping on an ant while walking, didn't even bother to glance at us…”

Hearing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but furrow his brows.

This kind of physical strength is probably several times more perverted than Goro Majima after berserking.

“Later, even when the police intervened, they only classified the matter as a special case and forbade us from publicizing it.”

Zheng Haokang looked up and gave him a deep look:

“You are indeed stronger than me, but in the eyes of those monsters, you are just a slightly stronger ant.”

Fang Cheng's expression was calm, and he didn't reply.

Zheng Haokang continued to speak, venting his pent-up emotions.

“More than a decade ago, I was just a child who didn't understand anything. Because I watched too many kung fu movies, I made a vow to become a powerful and invincible martial artist like the protagonists in the movies.”

“I practiced diligently every day, constantly approaching this goal, until I stood on the ring, held up the champion trophy with both hands, and excitedly shouted the phrase 'I am the king of the world!'”

“Looking back now, how naive and ridiculous…”

Zheng Haokang shook his head and sighed, looking at Fang Cheng with a slightly defeated expression.

“The people around me can't understand my choice to retire.”

“Since you've seen those monsters, you should understand my current mood.”

“For ordinary people like us, even if we train hard every day, no matter how hard we work, it is impossible to reach that extraordinary level.”

“A dream is like a target. It can be a little further away, but if you can't even find the target at all, what's the point of pulling the bow every day?”

Listening to Zheng Haokang's self-explanation, Fang Cheng could feel the strong unwillingness contained in his words.

After thinking about it, he stepped forward and extended his hand to him.

Zheng Haokang was stunned when he saw Fang Cheng's palm.

“I understand your feelings and respect your choice.”

Fang Cheng firmly grasped Zheng Haokang's right hand and pulled him up from the ground.

“Mr. Zheng, from now on, let me fulfill your dream, challenge those so-called monsters, and reach the highest point in this world!”

After speaking, in the incredulous gaze of this fighting star, he patted him on the shoulder, turned around, and strode away.

Leaving behind only a back view, making it difficult for him to calm down for a long time.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Night falls.

Fang Cheng, carrying a satchel, followed the crowd out of the employee通道.

Standing at the entrance of the shopping center, looking at the scene outside.

Countless rain threads fell along the light, like a huge silver curtain, shrouding the skyscrapers.

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On the wet sidewalk, the five colors are mottled, shimmering.

Those are the neon lights projected onto the street from the nearby buildings.

Stepping on the soles of the shoes, the accumulated water rippled, as if a dream was shattered.

A couple snuggled together, sharing an umbrella.

There are also many office workers hurrying around.

Fang Cheng put up a black umbrella, walked slowly, passing through the rain and the crowd.

A building at the intersection ahead was playing an LED screen advertisement.

A group of young people gathered in the rain, cheering for the appearance of their favorite anime characters.

Why do humans like to fantasize?

Perhaps because that is the road to another world.

There was a faint flash of lightning in the sky, illuminating the gloomy night.

As if the gods were lowering their eyes, looking at the world through the clouds.

Fang Cheng put away his umbrella, boarded the crowded bus, and sat in the unpopular front row seat.

The glass was blurred, and the wipers swayed constantly.

Occasionally, the road ahead and the taillights of the traffic could be seen clearly, but they were instantly blurred by the rain.

Fang Cheng quietly stared at the brightly lit, dreamlike rainy night city.

Suddenly, I felt that this world was so real.

In the past, he always had a sense of loneliness that he couldn't see the way forward.

Now —

Fang Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at the unfamiliar faces of the passengers in the car, muttering to himself in a low voice:

“There are actually many unimaginable kinds of people around me…”

Fang Cheng did not suffer a blow like Zheng Haokang, losing the ambition to continue climbing upwards.

On the contrary, he rekindled a strong sense of anticipation, wanting to rush back into high-intensity training.

If people don't stand on dangerous peaks and summits, how can they appreciate the scenery of looking down on all the mountains?

A light blue screen slowly appeared in front of him.

The car TV screen flickered, and the sound was clear, broadcasting the evening news.

“…In view of the mysterious 'black rain' phenomenon that has been widely circulated among citizens recently, reporters from this station have made a special trip to the area around West Mountain to conduct interviews and investigations, striving to restore the truth.”

“However, some meteorological experts also analyze that the so-called black rainwater may be related to the mountain fire caused by the last explosion. A large amount of plant ash particles gathered in the troposphere, forming air pollution, and falling with the rain…”