Zhang Meng's consciousness gradually became clear amidst 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 trapping him in them 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, the god threw himself here again?
He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart.
Sure enough, a man before God is like an ant before man.
He struggled to stand up, but his body had not yet fully adapted to the gravity of this world.
At this moment, a group of people in shabby military uniforms emerged from the shadows of the alley, their eyes full of hostility and madness.
They were armed with sticks and chains, and the scars and dust on their faces could not hide 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 apocalyptic worlds, everyone must test things out first.
He tried to retreat, but his back was already pressed against the cold wall.
He had nowhere to escape. The group of people surrounded him. Their actions were quick and organized. It was obvious that this was not the first time they had done this kind of thing.
"Wait, I'm..." Before Zhang Meng could finish his words, a stick hit him on the shoulder.
Pain erupted in his shoulder, and dizziness flashed before Zhang Meng's eyes.
He discovered that he had lost his player template.
It's really sad.
This is really his last moment!
Haha, do the gods also want to add insult to injury?
He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
He gritted his teeth and tried to stay awake.
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 were groping for anything that could be used as a weapon.
His fingers came across a broken brick, and he grabbed it tightly, swinging with all his strength at the nearest attacker.
He knew that he had to fight back, otherwise he would be beaten to death!
After all, he is a person who has experienced two apocalypses!
Prey that do not resist are the first to be killed!
The brick hit the man's face, making 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 even more frantically.
Zhang Meng's body was covered with bruises and wounds, and his consciousness began to blur.
He felt his life force passing away little by little, and his heart was filled with despair.
Why is this doomsday so cruel?
Just when Zhang Meng was about to lose consciousness, a figure rushed into the battle group.
It was a woman also wearing a shabby 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 sounded in the narrow street.
The group stopped attacking and turned to this new target.
The woman did not flinch, there was no fear in her eyes, only the will to fight.
"You cowards, do you only bully fugitives?"
Her blade shone coldly in the sunlight.
The group hesitated for a moment, then slowly retreated, finally disappearing into the shadows of the alley.
The woman walked up to Zhang Meng, with a hint of sympathy in her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft and concerned.
Zhang Meng nodded with difficulty. His breathing was rapid and his body was in unbearable pain.
The woman helped him stand up, with a hint of determination in her eyes.
"Welcome to the world of war," she said, "where you must learn to fight in order to survive."
"They called me a fugitive? What do you mean?" Zhang Meng asked quickly.
"Poor guy, is there something wrong with the hatching memory infusion? It seems like you don't know anything?"
"Yes, there is something wrong with my memory." Zhang Meng quickly followed the other person's explanation and said.
…
Three days later.
Zhang Meng stood at the edge of the training ground, his body soaked with sweat and his eyes shining with determination.
He knew that he had lost the favor of the gods and he had to start from scratch. He had to regain his strength.
He was pretty lucky, and 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 simple treatment and some common sense, he sold him to a private training ground...
The training ground is a huge open-air area surrounded by high walls covered with graffiti and bullet holes.
This is where 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 is a war veteran named Kane.
There was a hint of sternness in his eyes, but there was also a hint of encouragement in his voice.
This made Zhang Meng a little touched.
After all, there are still people who are looking towards you.
"Zhang Meng, I can feel that you have a glorious past, but you have lost everything now, but now, you can regain your strength." Kane said to him.
His voice is so loud that everyone can hear him clearly even on the training ground.
Zhang Meng nodded, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
"I know, Kane, and I'll try my best."
Training started soon.
Zhang Meng immediately started basic physical training.
His body runs on the track, his fists pounding on the sandbags.
And his body was also weaving through obstacles.
Every run, every hit, every jump he makes is a test of his will.
As the training progresses.
Zhang Meng began to be exposed to more complex fighting techniques.
He relearned and became familiar with how to use various weapons, how to engage 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 knows that this is the most difficult time for him.
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Zhang Meng was asked to fight against 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 just like real people.
Their movements are swift and ruthless. Zhang Meng must rely on his body and intelligence to defeat them.
His body shuttled through the dummy, and his movements were fierce and precise.
He has forgotten any sympathy and pity, and he will no longer have the same downline as before.
After all, no god favors him now!
His fist struck the dummy's vital part, and his foot knocked down the dummy's support.
His body was shaking in pain, but his will was as firm as iron.
Of course, occasionally, he would have inner struggles,
Just in between training sessions.
Zhang Meng will sit in a corner of the training ground.
There was a trace of confusion in several of his eyes.
He thought of his time in the presence of the gods.
At that time, he had endless power, and it was such a wonderful day when he could enjoy everyone's favor and adulation.
But 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 hint of pain in his eyes. "I'm wondering if I can regain my strength."
There was a trace of understanding in Kane's eyes.
"Zhang Meng, power not only comes from the outside world, power also comes from yourself."
"You have to believe in yourself, you have to believe that you can overcome anything."
"Let me tell you, the world is not as simple as it seems."
Zhang Meng nodded, with a trace of gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you, Kane, you're a good man."
"Haha, I am a good person? You should work hard." Kane also smiled.
"I know, Kane, I'll get the power."
As time went by, Zhang Meng's training became more and more difficult.
The strength of his body is also getting stronger and stronger.
His body became stronger, his movements became more flexible and accurate, and his eyes also became very sharp.
And during a training session.
Zhang Meng finally faced a particularly powerful opponent.
This is an advanced training dummy controlled by Kane himself.
The strength and speed of this dummy far exceed those of 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 moves under the attack of the dummy.
His movements change under the dummy's attack.
His body was shaking 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 struck the dummy's heart, and his foot knocked down the dummy's support.
The dummy fell to the ground, and Zhang Meng stood next to it. His body was shaking in pain, but his eyes were shining with victory.
But at this moment, he only felt a warm current emerging from his body.
Suddenly, he felt like he was getting stronger again.
It’s the feeling of that first awakening!
He took a deep breath and felt the warmth strengthening his body.
At this moment, a voice appeared in his mind, which was exactly the voice he heard when he came.
"Awakening is successful, you get super physique (elementary level)"
"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 only unhappy, but also disappointed.
Because he knew that he still had not escaped the gaze of God.
How ridiculous.
The decision has obviously been made.
You have to rely on yourself, even if you die, it doesn't matter.
But now, he was seen by the gods again.
He suddenly understood Li Cang.
I'm afraid that's what the other party is like.
Be favored and then be abandoned!
Damn it, I'm so stupid.
It’s not that Li Cang did something wrong, Li Cang did nothing wrong.
What's wrong is just being too arrogant.
It didn’t last until the end!
His eyes flashed with coldness, he felt new power, and his body exuded a powerful aura.
He knew that now, on the surface, he was no longer a weakling in need of protection, he was now a real warrior.
However, in reality, he is just a toy.
A toy of the gods.
…
This evening.
When Zhang Meng continued to practice alone at the training ground, suddenly a group of familiar figures appeared in his sight.
Those were the group of people who beat him last time, with a hint of ridicule 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 suddenly sneered in his heart: A group of tool men are coming.
It seems like the training ground is going to make its own money.
"Look, that new recruit is still training," one of them mocked, "How strong does he think he can become?"
There was a hint of coldness in Zhang Meng's eyes. He didn't speak, he 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 an unusual aura.
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 difference.
But somehow, they are still arrogant.
There seemed to be a voice that made them subconsciously ignore this bad feeling.
"Boy, what are you doing here?" the leader challenged, "Do you also want to be taught a lesson?"
Zhang Meng didn't answer, his body suddenly moved.
His movements were as fast as lightning, and his footsteps left traces of afterimages on the ground.
The fist passed through the air, making a sound of breaking through the air.
It’s a supersonic punch!
This will be a crushing battle
Before the group of people could react, Zhang Meng's fist had already hit the first person in the face.
The man's body flew out like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily to the ground, losing consciousness.
The others backed away 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 between them, and his fists and kicks hit everyone accurately.
Every strike is full of power, every move is full of grace.
And Zhang Meng's body seemed to be no longer flesh and blood, but a perfect fighting machine.
Every time he attacked, the group of people groaned in pain.
And their bodies trembled under Zhang Meng's strength.
The battle ended quickly, and the group 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 new recruit who they had easily defeated 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 in need of protection, but now he was a true 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 has also become stronger, but these are still illusions, all "lent" to him by others.
It feels comfortable for a while, but it is destined to be a bitter pill in the future!
He knows that strength is not everything, the real battle has just begun.
"Zhang Meng, you did a great job," Kane's voice echoed on the training ground, "you have proven your strength."
Zhang Meng nodded, with determination in his eyes.
"I know, Kane, but I also know that this is just the beginning."
There was a hint of appreciation in Kane's eyes. "Very good, Zhang Meng, you are ready to face a real battle."
Zhang Meng took a deep breath: "Give me a mission!"
