As the earth entered the 21st century, the Great Depression broke out in the thirties that lasted for more than a decade, and social development seriously stagnation and regression. It will not be until 2053, when the Earth Federation Government is established, that countries will begin to show prosperity when they cooperate in arms reduction.

But this era is still a time when there is still a huge disparity between the rich and the poor, and resources are facing depletion. Due to the establishment of the Earth Federation, most of the countries have been incorporated into the unified management, so the ideological opposition is not the main thing, the material abundance and spiritual emptiness make people begin to miss the golden mean of Confucius and Mencius, the chivalry of the Middle Ages, as well as the forgiveness, tolerance, and sacrifice of Buddhism, and the cultivation of Taoism against the sky, and the ascension of the day.

The appearance of a baby phantom in the 2043 nuclear explosion in New York sparked a craze, and the legend of the Son of God came into being.

The subject matter is hot, and there are countless films, television novels, and poems derived from it. The great director Pig won another Academy Award for "Doomsday Trial", and his acceptance speech was super cool, with only three words, "Thank God!"

The singer sang, "Shine brightly, my Lord is coming......"

The psalmist sings, "He is light, he is heat, he is everything!"

In the face of this social upsurge, scholars have remained unanimous in their composure.

Psychologists solemnly point out that many people believe that an impossible thing is a precursor to the onset of hysteria in the collective subconscious, and the legend of Miko just meets the three conditions that cause hysteria: beyond the scope of ordinary cognition, in line with psychological expectations, and can bring about major consequences.

Ethnographers believe that the superpowered Miko may come from the future, and according to the evolution of the human form, he should grow up with slender limbs, a big head and a small body. Based on this, the merchant printed a series of portraits of "King Kong Gourd Baby", which became an enduring popular fashion.

The three major religions, Christianity, Islam, and Buddhism, are silent, but the influence of legends is growing, and many small sects have sprung up, claiming to be the spokesmen of the Son of God on earth, fishing in troubled waters to take advantage of the opportunity to accumulate wealth, and even waiting for the opportunity to cause chaos.

After the establishment of the Earth Federation, this situation was severely cracked down, and the Son of God never appeared, and the legend was gradually forgotten by society over time, drowning in the explosion of information under the mud and sand.

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The year is 2056 in the South Vietnam Province of the Republic of China, Dongfang City, Binhai New Town.

In July, the sun scorched the road like a soldering iron, and the heat wave was steaming.

A huge real estate billboard stands next to a bustling main road, and there is a young girl fluttering butterflies in front of a luxury villa on the screen.

A shabby young man with cracked and cracked faux leather shoes stood in front of the billboard and pondered the two advertising words, and suddenly understood the key to it, and laughed out loud, and secretly cursed in his heart: "Isn't this waiting for you to come*?

Three years have passed, and the cruel summer night on the banks of the Hudu River has left Man Jianghong with too much horror, sadness, and magic.

The white light emitted by the fingertips, the sword flying in the air, the thunder and fire in the palm of the palm...... Grandma, Uncle Zhu, Rhubarb, Heigu, Brother Niu, Water Monkey, Meat Floss...... The smoke and waves of Dongting Lake are vast, the waves of the Hudu River are magnificent, and the ink sandbar is quiet and lonely...... In the dead of night, these scenes and faces often turn over the river and sea in the mind, and quietly fall asleep.

He risked his life to practice hard, but after all, he did not meet the Master, and his strength was not satisfactory. Only the speed of chasing wind and lightning far exceeds that of everyone he has come into contact with so far, and the ability to resist attacks has almost no limits, making him an opponent in the samurai class of the reclamation area.

But these are far from enough, Zhu Fugui is a lesson from the past, and the dignified master has no power to fight back in front of the old bull's nose.

The hardships of life were nothing, and he hid very carefully, surviving waves of discouragement and despair. However, the resources and information in the reclamation area are so scarce that even the slightest level of criminals is disdained to stay for a long time, and in the end he can only give up his safety to enter the mainstream society in search of opportunities.

Dongfang City was the designated meeting place for the thin and swarthy man, he searched in the crowd, listening to the noisy city, as if the person would come out if he was not careful, and puffed out a mouthful of smoky yellow teeth and complained: "Brother Jiang, why did you come?"

He wiped the moist corners of his eyes, hurried through the shade of the trees, wiped the sweat from his forehead from time to time, and held up the plastic folder diagonally to block the sun.

A gorgeous BMW sedan roared up, and when it saw the traffic jam in front of it, it recklessly drove onto the non-motorized lane, almost passing by. Man Jianghong was startled and hurriedly jumped into the sidewalk to avoid it. The car slowed slightly, and a cigarette butt popped out of the window with contempt, and then accelerated.

What a god, me!

Man Jianghong flew up and kicked at the cigarette butt, stared at the butt of the car running away and raised his middle finger, and scolded in his heart: Breaking you down into atoms and quarks, that is, a bunch of particles, is not necessarily noble.

With its fast pace, high efficiency and high income, this newly rising big city attracts young people from all over the world to pursue their dreams, just like a bewitching woman who makes them yearn, excited, confused and afraid.

The first time he came to the bustling cosmopolitan city, he was comforted by the sight of the newly opened ditches filled with garbage and oil, the water here was not as clear as the water in his hometown, and the pride in his heart was given to the newly planted coconut trees hanging their leaves in the sun, and the trees here were not as big as the trees in his hometown.

He walked in the gap of the high-rise building, the bright glass curtain wall dazzled his eyes, and he felt that everything was an illusion, and only a small ripple in time and space could wipe out all the noise and prosperity. And in the depths of distant time and space, there is a pair of eyes silently watching himself who is struggling in the world.

"Squeak......" There was an emergency brake sound in front of it.

Forty or fifty meters away, the BMW suddenly stopped, and two people with poor faces got out of the car. Man Jianghong instinctively slowed down and approached hard.

The thin man who was lazily leaning on the car door threw the cigar that had only taken a few puffs to the ground, pointed at Man Jianghong and scolded:

"Damn it, look for death, give Lao Tzu a beating!"

The car passed by just now, and Pan Gui just saw his middle finger raised from the rearview mirror. Young Master Pan has suffered a secret loss on the road in the past few days, and his mood is already unhappy, and he was trying to find a place to vent his anger when he ran into the muzzle of the gun.

A fierce and vicious strong man blocked the way, but he was surprised to see that the young man in front of him did not run away, neither asked nor panicked, and showed a thoughtful look on his face.

A mid-level martial artist, definitely a mid-level martial artist!

Man Jianghong has never fought with a martial artist, and Uncle Hu, the owner of the scrap station, is the only beginner martial artist in the reclamation area, and he has taught him a lot of things, and he is half a teacher. But Uncle Hu's competition with him was purely a feeding move, and it was impossible to fight to the death, so he never knew the real gap between him and the martial artist.

The momentum of this strong man in front of him is even stronger than Uncle Hu, and he is about to catch up with his grandfather Wang Tiezhu, who is definitely a middle-level martial artist, and he is a 24k touchstone!

Strength, moves, and experience must be far behind, so first compare speed, then test the ability to resist hits, and finally compare comprehensive combat power.

You have to do it first, if the other party stops to reason, won't you lose a lot? There is no money these days, and it is not easy to find a high-level sparring partner!

The strong man turned his wrist silently, and looked at the samurai in front of him contemptuously. The young man was very calm, and without saying a word, he put his Chinese clip flat on the flower bed, stepped in place and bowed down and clenched his fist, and pounced like an arrow off the string.

The strong man was big, and his action was half a beat slower, and he barely moved his head sideways, and a fist slid diagonally past his ear, and he was shocked.

The two staggered, and Man Jianghong turned back to fight again.

This time, the strong man was prepared, his left arm raised his fist, and his right fist smashed into the opponent's abdomen with a "poof", and the two completely different movements were done in one go. Man Jianghong was hit a meter away by volley, and staggered back three or four meters before stopping.

The abdomen is one of the softest parts of the body, there is no bone to protect it, after Man Jianghong was punched, he was surprised to find that the impact force was much more than that of the samurai, but he had a lot of room to carry it hard.

He saw that the strong man was also surprised, and suddenly woke up. Three days ago, in the reclamation area, he was almost discovered by a soldier brother who had the strangeness of the "Body Protection Divine Skill", and this martial artist's vision was even more clever. It doesn't matter if you lose, it's not easy to be exposed to the secret of saving your life! So he touched his stomach and bowed his body, showing a painful look on his face.

Not to mention, the stomach is really uncomfortable, as if a wet dog skin plaster is sticky. I heard Uncle Zhu say that although a martial artist can't release his internal qi like a palace, he can also invade his body by touching the other party.

When the strong man saw him bent his back and bent over, he immediately stepped forward, and his right knee was violently lifted to his chest.

Man Jianghong blocked his chest with both hands, but his ribs were not broken, but the whole person was knocked into the air and fell on the hard cement road, his chest was uncomfortable for a while, and his wrists were numb and he couldn't move his luck.

He was just about to get up with his hands on the ground, but he was stomped heavily on his vest, and his body collapsed.

Propped up again, and was stomped off again.

Again, I'm not afraid!

Man Jianghong's face was flushed and sweating like pulp, resisting the heavy pressure on his back, and a low roar came out of his throat. Just as he felt that the tendons were about to tear in hot pain, and the bones creaked and were about to break, a warm current suddenly emerged from the depths of his skull and went down his spine, gathering quickly towards the lower back of his arms, and the sore muscles began to become hard and strong again, and his body was lifted point by point.

Pedestrians on the road watched this scene from afar, and some people instinctively walked over, but in the end no one dared to approach.

No one spoke up, no one called the police, no one dissuaded.

Such scenes are played out in the city every day, and people go from silence to numbness, and gradually turn a blind eye, and no one will be stupid enough to draw a sword to help when the road is uneven, and no one knows whether it will be their turn next.

A broken van quietly stopped outside the crowd, and a man in sunglasses who was in the passenger seat with his eyes closed and recuperated sat up straight, frowned and said softly.

"Big brother, what's weird?" the fat man in the back row hurriedly leaned over flatteringly.

The man looked out the window and said, "You see, it was a middle-level martial artist who beat people, and it was a middle-level warrior who was beaten, and there was a difference of three levels and nine realms, but this warrior is a bit evil, and his energy is getting stronger and stronger, and the martial artist is almost unable to suppress it, which is strange." ”

"Big brother, there are folders on the flower bed, which contain some certificates, and he is walking in the direction of the talent market, I think this kid is looking for a job. ”

"Well, you close your eyes and listen. ”

"Big brother, my cultivation is too low, I really can't hear anything famous. The fat man closed his eyes for more than ten seconds and then opened them, looked out the window ashamedly, and held the doorknob to get out of the car to take a look.

"Listen to the sound and distinguish people, and if you can't cultivate, you can't hear it. Don't go down yet, and find out where the car in front of you is coming from. The little one's roar was mixed with a terrifying will, almost like the roar of a dragon in the abyss, ready to break through the wall and soar into the sky. Grandma's, I was shocked just now!"

Someone immediately turned on the laptop computer after the car, and half a minute later reported: "Big brother, the owner's name is Pan Gui, and he is a senator of South Vietnam Province." ”

"There is a senator Lao Tzu who can run rampant, what a great majesty!" the man sneered.

"Big brother, do you want to him?"

"What the hell is he doing? This kid is a bastard, but he has no grudge against us, but the little guy on the ground is a little interesting. ”

Pan Gui walked over and picked up the folder on the flower bed and looked at it, and raised his hand contemptuously, and the paper and pen documents were suddenly scattered all over the ground.

At this time, a van suddenly started and crashed into the BMW from the side, and with a loud "clang" sound, the BMW immediately deflated.

The van that had caused the accident did not stop and continued at an extremely slow pace. A round head poked out of the car window and looked at it, spat contemptuously, and scolded loudly: "What a bullshit broken car, it's a fucking shame to drive out!"

Pan Gui's eyes were about to bulge out, and he couldn't take care of the young man on the ground anymore, so he hurriedly returned to the car with the strong man and hurriedly chased after him.

The van was still slow, but when the BMW approached, it accelerated instantly, and disappeared as fast as possible.