In early December, an uninvited guest came to Beaver City and brought a murderous news to me, who was still struggling with the remaining two main ingredients of the retorting medicine.

He told me that an enemy more intractable than a super-psionic was frantically seeking out of me, and was likely eyeing my head.

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This morning, Xu Shengxing had already gone to work, and I was alone at home, examining my body.

Although it has only been less than a month since the last "Killer" incident, compared with me last time, I have now grown significantly in terms of strength.

Specifically, I'm almost as strong as I was in "A Dream Within a Dream", when I had the upper hand in a violent battle.

This must be attributed to the life-and-death struggle between the last time and the Lookless Killer. The confrontation with "another self" has given me some more understanding of the secret technique of "turning parts into wholes", which is difficult to gain under normal circumstances.

One of the most intuitive changes is that the time I can use to "round zero" has been increased from a maximum of 20 seconds last time to more than 300 seconds.

In a race against time, a five-minute super special move is enough to run through the battle.

And that's not all.

During the "Rest in Peace" incident, I once thought that the technology of "turning parts into wholes" might be able to reshape the body from the deepest and most subtle aspects. It's just that when I came up with this idea, my understanding of "turning parts into wholes" was still at a relatively superficial stage, and it was far from enough to support this idea. Now, unlike in the past, I have been able to find all the hidden wounds lurking in my body in the "Break Zero" mode, which at that time was called "misaligned, falling off, broken and rusty gears", and repair them one by one.

I'm not just talking, actually, I've fixed it all by now.

In some lineages passed down by martial artists by word of mouth, such a martial arts realm, known as "King Kong is not bad", is the highest achievement of the exercises.

Now there are also people who praise some martial arts masters, saying that they have reached "King Kong is not bad", but as far as I know, it is only "King Kong", and there is nothing "not bad". "King Kong" and "not bad" represent the two lines of martial arts. The former is external strength, which is to strengthen the muscles in endless hard training, and finally reach the point where it is as indestructible as steel; The latter, on the other hand, is internal strength. Of course, although it is internal strength, it will never exercise any internal strength, but through good living habits to regulate the body, prolong life, so that the pain away from their own series of health methods, to the extreme, even after the age of 100, also quick thinking, and walking like the wind.

The more a martial artist pursues external skills, the easier it is to accumulate dark wounds, be less proud, and be lonely in his old age; And the more you take care of your body, the more difficult it is to make your body as powerful as a weapon. Many martial artists, although they will take care of both sides, but this will never be possible to push one side to the extreme.

Therefore, in the eyes of the martial arts world, the real "King Kong is not bad" has never existed only in the realm of paper in the beautiful hypothesis.

I finally cultivated it, and it stands to reason that I should be proud and proud, but I endured it. Because, I deal more with psionics than with other martial artists. After becoming accustomed to the incredible power of psionics, it is impossible to look back at the boast of martial artists that "King Kong is not bad", and it is impossible to help but feel that the name is exaggerated. What if you really build muscles comparable to steel armor? A truly powerful psionic can tear steel like paper, and if I am arrogant, I will fall to the same fate.

So, it's not enough to just repair the dark wounds, I also have to temper the "gears and levers" that make up the body into better components. I was convinced that I was on a dark path that no other martial artist had ever taken, so I had to take it one step at a time. Unplanned transformation will only make the body obsolete.

Before you know it, it's close to noon.

I put on a disguised face and drove to the doctor's house in Turin to train myself as I had done in the past. After the training, I helped the Turin doctor turn on the TV and watched it with her for a while. Although she is blind, she still seems to know what is playing on the screen, and I occasionally wonder what the world she has formed in her mind purely by inspiration is what it looks like.

A moment later, the picture entered the news program, the host lowered his head and flipped through the speech, and then said to the camera: "So, today's first news: As everyone has heard, four days ago, in the high-profile Liucheng psionic competition, a mysterious martial artist who entered the chaos defeated the super-grade psionic who was regarded as the dark horse to win the championship, and just yesterday, our front-line reporter finally interviewed this martial artist......"

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The so-called Liucheng Psionic Contest refers to a popular event held in the foreign city of "Liucheng", with psionics as the main participants. Twenty or thirty qualified psionics are required to collect the badges designated by the organizer in the area designated by the organizer. At the end of the competition, the winner with the most badges will receive a huge prize and valuable prizes from the organizers.

People are excited about this kind of event. It is true that people are afraid of psionics, and some people have to get in close contact with psionics in their lives, and even have to muster up courage to speak loudly, but as soon as the distance is widened and psykers appear on the TV screen, people suddenly have the courage to watch the psionics compete with each other in a condescending manner, or criticize the psionics they don't like, or quarrel with other netizens for the psionics they think are good.

Ordinary people can't qualify for this kind of competition, and even if they do, no one will be stupid enough to be surrounded by psionics.

Therefore, everyone never expected that an ordinary person would appear, with "Wufu" as the login name of the competition, to join this competition of psionics to compete for the championship; And the staff never expected that this "martial artist" who didn't know where to get the qualification for the competition was really just a martial artist.

When the news came out, the whole league was boiling.

By the way, in the dark area of Beaver City, it is rumored that the real identity of this "ordinary person" is that I am easy to participate in the competition due to lack of money on hand. But actually, half of the rumor was a rumor, and I didn't go to the race.

I know the true identity of this "martial artist", and there has been news on the Internet, that he is known as the "No. 1 boxing god in the world" in today's martial arts world.

How much gold is this "No. 1 in the world"? Let's put it this way, with the temper of people in the martial arts world of the alliance, if there is no indisputable power that matches this signboard, then this signboard will definitely not be hung for a month. And he is 70 years old this year, and since more than 40 years ago, he has been the number one in the world.

I didn't expect him to be so old that he would have the courage to run out and fight a super-grade psyker. What's even more incredible is that he has become so strong that he can actually win a head-on battle with a super-grade psyker.

However, as a price, he was also seriously injured and was carried off on a stretcher by the staff after the game.

Now that he has been healed, the reason why he was able to heal so quickly is said to be because he relied on the power of a very rare elixir.

Getting back to business: I saw that in the news footage, an overcrowded street appeared.

An old man with a white beard, strong muscles, and a posture as straight as a javelin, dressed only in a cloth garment, stood in the cold December wind without changing his face; Front-line reporters, on the other hand, wore thick down jackets and held microphones, spitting white mist while asking questions enthusiastically and throwing out a few words of praise from time to time.

"For the first time in the Alliance's 100-year history, you, as a martial artist, have achieved the feat of defeating a super-grade psyker head-on, with your bare hands, one-on-one, in public. Do you have any thoughts on this? The reporter asked.

"Nope." Takeo was not interested in the interview.

The reporter disagreed, and continued to praise: "Now you are undoubtedly the strongest martial artist enough to go down in the history of mankind. ”

Takeo shook his head and said, "I'm still far away. ”

Now that you've made a name for yourself, what's next? is ready to retire at the peak of the rivers and lakes as public opinion says; Or do you want to start your journey again and challenge other psionics? The reporter asked curiously.

This sentence seems to have entered Takefu's heart. He paused slightly, and then said categorically: "Next, I'm going to challenge the 'Demon Eye'." ”

"MONOCULUS-" the reporter did the same, reciting it himself, "this sounds like a nickname for a psyker characterized by a special eye, but with all due respect, who is 'MONOCULAR'?" ”

But Takeo seemed to be distracted, looking at the distance and starting.

The Turin doctor in front of the TV tilted his head to me and said in a tone of emotion: "I told you before that a martial artist like you who can deal with a super-grade psionic person is a once-in-a-decade event even if you look at the world, but this is to include those subhuman martial artists who are born with strong bodies. If you only count ordinary humans, then since the establishment of the Alliance, there are probably only two cases: you and this martial artist. ”

"Perhaps." As I spoke, it occurred to me that my soul came from another universe, and if I hadn't crossed over, he would be the only one in the history of the Alliance. It's probably because of this that I didn't have any small emotions of "the honor I deserved was preempted".

The Turin doctor said, "Have you ever thought about standing in front of people like him?" In my opinion, you are stronger than him. Many people still think of the Facelings as Chengdu legends, and even in other cities, the reputation of the Facelings rarely spreads, but as long as you are willing to stand up, the world will be shocked. ”

I shook my head, "There's no need. ”

"Because your ambition lies in something else, and the honor of a martial artist is just a burden to you?" The Turin doctor asked with a smile.

I didn't answer her. In fact, at some point, I can't help but wonder: Is it really good for me to be like this?

Although I am not really a powerful character on the huge stage of the world, I am already a well-deserved super strong person when I shrink the stage to my surroundings and beaver city, and even if some onlookers question me, "You are so strong, is it necessary to pursue psionic energy?" "Not surprisingly. So, even if I stop moving forward, no one should be able to say anything wrong to me. Rather, that's the way smart people live—isn't it?

In contrast, the path of pursuing psionic energy is too hard. Looking back on the past, it is full of failures and setbacks; Looking to the future, you can only see a formidable wall.

But this confusion pales in comparison to another extremely paranoid thought in my mind. I often think about this other thought, the night I was shot in my previous life, in that parking lot, the body lying on the cold ground, head facing me.

Is it enough? That's what corpses often ask me.

Far from enough. I say.

I don't know how I came back from the dead, why I came into this world. However, it doesn't matter anymore. I must have come to this world to be who I want to be.

I said goodbye to the Turin doctor and walked out of the house. It was already evening, so I took out my work phone, connected to the Internet, logged into one of my mailboxes, and found an email that I had sent not long ago.

The signature of the email is: Takeo.