Star rating, as the standard for judging strength less than two months after the end of the world, naturally has its reason.
Low-star abilities, either because of poor foundation or low potential, are incomparable to high-star abilities - the gap in between is so big that it cannot be made up by just a few dozen days of hard work and hard work.
However, there are some people who have some abilities. When they use their will and belief to burn their lives and souls and explode to the limit of power, that is how powerful they are without common sense!
Explosive rigid body.
In the world of Yu Yu Hakusho, the power of the muscular monster Toguro Di.
It's not magic or martial arts. It relies solely on muscles to release the power of every muscle fiber to fight and kill!
Toguro Ludi in the original work only used the explosive body to 120%.
But Xiao Qiang, with the ultimate intention of death, "goes to the end".
Muscles exploded, reaching—
500%!
If compared with the eight gates of Dunjia in "Naruto", the current Xiao Qiang is equivalent to opening the last gate:
Death's door.
Although his overwhelmed body could be destroyed at any time and completely collapse from the genetic level, when he felt the almost uncontrollable power in his body that was about to burst out, Xiao Qiang still felt a surge of joy called "ecstasy" from his heart. emotion.
If you can't achieve glory once in your life, how can you be called a "man"!
At this moment, his mind flashed through his entire life.
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In any society, there are classes.
Born in the suburbs of Zhucheng, his father was just a machine tool worker in a chemical factory and his mother was unemployed. Xiao Qiang was born to be an "inferior" at the bottom of society.
Toxic sewage flows on the streets, and there is often a pungent smell in the air. This is a slum area of the city.
Unable to bear poverty, when Xiao Qiang was seven years old, his mother ran away from home, leaving only a young and ignorant child and a man who numbed himself with low-quality liquor all day long. Three years later, one night, the man died of stomach cancer. .
Ten-year-old Xiao Qiang is lonely and thin.
Slums are inherently chaotic places that lack civilization and even morality - fights and fights among children and young people are commonplace. Xiao Qiang, who has no father or mother, is thin and makes a living by picking up garbage, so he naturally becomes the target of bullying by others.
Feeling unhappy because of poverty, and needing to vent because of being angry, a person who is as humble as a bug in society vents his humiliation and sullenness on a lower class person.
Night after night, nestled in the hut, the scarred boy clenched his fists tightly, bit his lips, and cried silently.
"Why am I being treated like this?"
He hates others, hates those who bully him, hates his parents, hates unfair fate, hates this indifferent and ruthless society, hates everything!
Four years passed like this.
Xiao Qiang, fourteen years old.
The silent boy who often didn't say a few words for a week gradually figured out something.
This world is originally dark and cold. People have their own destiny as soon as they are born. There has never been fairness. It is natural for the rich to bully the poor and the strong to trample on the weak.
"I need power!"
With strong power, you will no longer suffer humiliation and torture, and you can transform from the oppressed to the perpetrator.
He used a knife to carve a cross mark on his arm.
"From today on, I will no longer cry weakly. If there is still time to shed tears, it will be at the moment of my death. Only when life ends and everything is over can I shed tears!"
The skinny fourteen-year-old boy spent all his income from picking up garbage to buy low-quality and cheap meat, fat meat with unpleasant smell, meat skin with hair and bloodshot eyes... He even went to pick up the garbage directly and discarded it from the nearby meat factory. of rotten meat.
Eat everything that can supplement your nutrition.
At the same time, exercise.
In the early morning and evening, in the summer heat, in the cold weather, I exercise hard.
"Are you moving bricks to gain strength in the future?" People in the slums laughed at him.
"No, this is to become powerful - so powerful that I can defeat all of you." Fourteen-year-old Xiao Qiang answered others solemnly.
Naturally, he received another severe beating.
Gradually, those people found that it was not easy to bully Xiao Qiang. The young man began to become stronger and taller, and began to fight with others. Sometimes they would beat him up, and even end up with bruises all over his body.
With power comes identity and dignity!
People in the slums no longer regard Xiao Qiang as a dog, a beast that abuses and beats at will and vents its sullenness.
In this way, after some time, they discovered that all the humiliation they had inflicted on the young man gradually returned to them.
When Xiao Qiang was seventeen years old, when all the young gangsters in the slums united and were beaten down, everyone was frightened when faced with this young man with bulging muscles, ruthlessness, and fear of death. .
"It's so boring."
Looking at the people lying on the ground, moaning miserably and bleeding all over the ground, Xiao Qiang didn't feel a trace of joy.
Bullying the weak does not bring him any satisfaction.
"However, with just the power to defeat a dozen people, I can do whatever I want in the slums and make everyone who has bullied me kneel on the ground. What if I become the strongest person in this city, this country, or even this world? ?”
The young man who has begun to mature has a new goal:
Become the strongest man on earth!
On a snowy cold night, he climbed up a dirt hill outside the suburbs and kowtowed three times to the small grave where his father was buried. Xiao Qiang left Zhucheng and went to Shanghai to become a construction worker.
This is a job that can both make money and exercise.
One person can do the work of three or five people, and like an ox or a horse, he never gets tired. He will help anyone who asks for help. The young man soon became loved by the foreman and admired by all the workers.
Doing the most tiring work, feeling the trembling of muscle fibers, feeling the beating of pulse and blood vessels, and sweating hotly, Xiao Qiang felt a sense of fulfillment.
From waking up early to late at night, using vulgar language, cursing bosses and rich people, using an impassioned tone of voice to point out the country, discussing national and world events, or bragging about past events and talking about women - young people seem to be no different from other people.
The only difference is that his body is so strong that he has powerful muscles, and his eyes are as sharp as a knife hidden behind his narrowed eyes.
Like his dead father, he likes to drink. He drinks the lowest-grade liquor, which is blended in bulk and specially sold to migrant workers. When the hot liquor flows through his throat, the drunkenness will slow down the brain and keep him away from this chaos and boredom. world.
It was a snowy day.
Very heavy snow.
Thick clouds covered the sky, the icy wind blew, and heavy snowflakes fell from the sky.
After drinking more than a pound of liquor at the food stall, Xiao Qiang stumbled along the road alone, returning to a remote place where the construction site was located. He also held a bottle of beer in his hand.
The snow under your feet made a "crunching" sound, and the cold wind rolled the snow, quickly dyeing your hair and eyebrows silver.
Wearing only a single piece of clothing, his clothes were shabby and stained with mud. He was incompatible with the men and women in down jackets and umbrellas around him, and with the beautiful Shencheng at night, this bustling and colorful big city.
His clothes showed obvious muscle outlines, and he was carrying a beer. He was swaying on the road at night, and everyone who saw him carefully avoided it.
Xiao Qiang didn't care. On the snow, he took one step higher and one step lower, stumbling. His high interest made him open his voice and sing loudly:
Chilling wind
Blizzard
long road
Walking to song
Look back and look at the stars
The past is like smoke and clouds
I still remember the time of separation
Love remains in the snow...
Passers-by on the street turned to look at him in surprise as they were hiding. This rough and dirty young migrant worker actually had a sonorous voice that was full of vicissitudes of life. When he sang, he had a loud and touching voice.
I walk alone in the snow
Exhaust as much as you can
Heroic pride…
The snow on the ground was a foot thick. Xiao Qiang, who couldn't catch his feet, walked about five miles. He was blown by the cold wind and stepped crookedly into the ditch. After struggling hard for a few times, I had drunk more than a kilogram of white wine, and now I was so drunk that I couldn't make money anymore.
He was so drunk that he fell asleep in a snow ditch.
The heavy snow quickly buried him quietly.
Xiao Qiang was awakened by the sound of a woman screaming and crying.
It's a very vulgar scene, but it's also very realistic. In any city, evil will happen in the dark and remote places.
Still having a headache and dizziness, Xiao Qiang struggled to climb out of the snow ditch. He opened his eyes wide and saw clearly after a few seconds that several gangsters with yellow hair and earrings were dragging a 17- or 8-year-old girl into a van. Pull up.
The crying girl held the car door tightly with both hands.
"Let go..." Xiao Qiang exhaled the smell of alcohol and shook his head vigorously to make his thinking clearer. At the same time, he raised his sore legs and walked towards the van, "let go... that girl..."
"Damn it, where are these dead migrant workers who dare to meddle in my brother's business!"
"Still a drunkard!"
Several gangsters cursed and slapped the girl on the face several times, trying to pull her into the car and close the door.
Xiao Qiang raised a fist and smashed the car door glass into pieces.
The pain on his fingers made his brain wake up a lot. Looking at the skin on his fist that was cut by glass and filled with red blood, Xiao Qiang shook off the glass shards and blood beads on his hand. Just as he was about to speak, his chest Suddenly there was a sharp pain.
A dagger was inserted into his chest.
Five minutes later, several gangsters with bruises on their heads and some with broken hands and feet fled in fear in a van with a smashed door, leaving behind the girl who was still crying.
Xiao Qiang gasped and sat on the snow. He first used snow to treat the wound, then tore his clothes to pieces and bandaged them.
"Yes...I'm sorry...you won't die, right? I...I'll help..."
The girl's face was full of tears, and she was hurriedly trying to help bandage it: "My mobile phone was broken by them, otherwise you can call the emergency hotline... Let's leave first. It's too remote here. There are no cars. We'll wait until we get a taxi on the road." Go to the hospital!”
She tried to pull Xiao Qiang up from the snow.
"It's okay." Xiao Qiang smiled calmly and stood up. He was a head taller than the girl, and his naked upper body muscles were bulging, making the girl even more petite.
"How can it be okay! You were stabbed in the chest with a knife!"
Touching the blood on her clothes with trembling hands, tears rolled down from the girl's eyes.
Xiao Qiang's heart moved slightly.
This is the first time in ten years that he has received attention from a woman.
The drunken brain was completely awake. He looked at the girl carefully. The girl was not too beautiful, but her skin was fair and clean, especially her eyes were clear. She was completely different from the slums of Zhucheng and the bosses and workers on the construction site.
Like a flower…
Fragrant jasmine
Xiao Qiang looked at her blankly.
When I reached the age of twenty, for the first time, I felt emotions called "warmth" and "love" that I had never experienced before.
But noticing the girl's clothes, Xiao Qiang shook his head and suppressed this emotion. As a worker who came to Shanghai from Zhucheng, a vulgar young man who came out of the slums, there was no way he could, either. Not qualified to have such feelings.
With a bitter but free and uninhibited smile, he rejected the girl's insistence, touched the girl's little head with his big hand, and left without looking back.
I originally thought that the matter was over, but a week later, the girl and her father found Xiao Qiang, shirtless, stirring sand at the construction site.
The father was very grateful to the young man who saved his daughter. He offered a lot of money, but was naturally rejected.
This father admired his character even more, but then he discovered that his daughter often went to construction sites to look for him, looking for this man who wore dirty clothes and had no other skills than a man who could work as a coolie. .
As a man from Shencheng, it is even impossible for a man to marry his daughter to a foreigner, so how could he marry a migrant worker? They are still migrant workers from a place like Anhui Province!
The original gratitude and appreciation disappeared and turned into disgust and hatred.
After trying to stop his daughter several times and failing, the angry father found a group of people, blocked Xiao Qiang, and prepared to give him a lesson. It's best to beat this guy into fear and get out of Shencheng - such a noble city, not a low-level person, has the right to stay.
He was hit with sticks and steel pipes.
That time, Xiao Qiang did not fight back.
The young man, covered in blood, returned to his residence, drank a box of liquor, and then left Shanghai and returned to his hometown.
When Xiao Qiang returned to his residence, everyone in the slums was frightened. However, in the days that followed, they discovered that the once fierce and hungry young man had become docile, with a peaceful and free smile on his face.
Stop thinking about anything and anyone, including the girl you once loved.
He only has the goal of "Earth's Strongest" in his heart, who can still see it
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But now, putting aside all the past, the middle-aged man, who is no longer young, has exerted his explosive body to 500%, stimulated all his potential, burned his life and soul to light himself up, and prepared to bloom in the final stage of his life. Brilliant light!
Faced with tens of thousands of undead crawling out of the soil, facing skeletons, zombies, suture monsters, flesh puppets, ghouls, and headless horsemen, Xiao Qiang, alone, smiled and took the initiative to greet them.
The strongest path,
I move forward.