Xiaoxiao.

Chapter 159 That Year, That Boy

However, no matter how much hatred and anger filled his heart, he could not hinder Zhu Zhu's extremely fierce attack in the slightest.

Kuang Zheng, who was in the eye of the storm, simply stared silently at the enormous hand that covered the entire sky, watching it approach him at an alarming speed!

At this moment, his mind was as calm as a still lake, without the slightest ripple of panic.

His eyes were firm and calm, as if he had already seen through life and death, and showed no fear of the impending catastrophe.

Not only that, but even the awkwardness that usually makes people feel nervous and uneasy had completely disappeared from him at this moment.

At this moment, Kuang Zheng was like a detached bystander, calmly observing everything that was happening before his eyes.

His past experiences flashed through his mind like scenes from a fast-forwarded movie.

All the laughter, tears, setbacks and successes, and countless life-or-death trials of the past surged into my heart in this instant:

In this vast and boundless world, there is a person who wanders alone, as if forgotten by the whole world.

Hunger and cold were his constant companions throughout the long years, but fate seemed to finally smile upon him—on this day, he tasted the sweetness of a full meal for the first time.

It was a simple little restaurant. The owner looked at the ragged and haggard homeless man and felt pity for him, so he brought him a bowl of steaming hot food.

The man devoured the food, each bite filled with gratitude and satisfaction.

Just as he finished eating and was about to leave, a figure appeared in front of him.

He was a bald-headed Taoist priest, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with a mysterious smile on his face.

The Taoist priest looked him up and down, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes.

“Young man, I see you have extraordinary bones; you are a martial arts prodigy!” the bald-headed Taoist priest suddenly said.

The man looked at the Taoist priest with a blank expression, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

However, the Taoist priest ignored his reaction and began to recount the wonders of ancient martial arts.

And so, this man, bewildered and confused, embarked on the path of learning ancient martial arts with the bald-headed Taoist priest.

Along the way, they experienced countless hardships and dangers, but with his tenacious perseverance and indomitable spirit, this person gradually mastered some of the essence of ancient martial arts.

Finally, one day, sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, and a relieved smile appeared on the bald-headed Taoist priest's wrinkled face. He looked at the young man before him and said slowly, "My child, you have now surpassed your master!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt in the hearts of young people.

All the hard work and dedication I've put in over the years has finally been recognized, and a feeling of joy wells up inside me.

To celebrate this important moment, the usually stingy bald-headed Taoist priest surprisingly invited the young people to drink together.

As night fell and the moonlight shone like water, the two sat around a simple table with a few simple dishes and a pot of cloudy wine.

They sat facing each other, drinking and chatting, reminiscing about the past.

However, no one expected that a huge conspiracy was hidden behind this seemingly warm celebration banquet.

As he downed glass after glass of strong liquor, the young man gradually lost consciousness and became intoxicated.

Just then, the originally kind and amiable bald-headed monk suddenly revealed his ferocious face. He formed a mudra with his hands, chanted incantations, and a powerful force surged from his body.

He lunged straight at the unsuspecting young man—it turned out that this bald-headed monk had never had good intentions from the beginning. The reason he took in and taught the young man was simply to use him as a vessel for practicing evil arts!

When the young man vaguely sensed that evil power, his heart was instantly overwhelmed by fear, anger, and despair.

He had always regarded the bald-headed monk as a family member, and was full of trust and gratitude towards him.

But to my utter surprise, I was nothing more than a tool in their eyes, a sacrifice that could be discarded at will.

Does an orphan not even deserve the most basic right to survival? No! Absolutely not!

At this critical moment, a strong sense of resentment and resistance erupted from the depths of the young man's heart.

Although his body was out of control, his will burned fiercely like a raging fire, and he fought a desperate battle against that evil force.

That was the first time in his life that he had roared so hysterically at fate, as if he wanted to vent all the injustice and grievances.

Perhaps it was divine intervention, or perhaps it was the young man's tenacious will to survive, but just as the bald-headed monk was about to succeed, he suddenly made a fatal mistake.

The powerful force backfired, severely injuring the bald-headed monk, who collapsed to the ground groaning in pain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the young man managed to regain a sliver of his senses and struggled to escape the scene.

As the first rays of morning sunlight fell on the young man's pale face, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself alone once again.

But unlike before, he now possesses extraordinary skills, and all the hardships and struggles he had endured have become solid foundations for his future.

Having survived a life-or-death ordeal, he knew that from now on, no matter what difficulties and obstacles he faced, he would never easily succumb to the arrangements of fate...

By chance, this person met Ying Yue.

Ying Yue was a beautiful and intelligent woman. Her appearance was like a ray of light shining into this person's dark life.

The two met and fell in love, supporting each other and facing various challenges together.

As time went by, this man's martial arts skills improved day by day.

Ultimately, thanks to his outstanding performance, he successfully became the captain of the Dragon Flame Brigade.

However, good fortune seemed to continue to befall him. During a mission, he unexpectedly acquired an ancient inheritance.

From that moment on, this person's life underwent a dramatic change...

He always felt that the memories of the past had become blurred with the passage of time.

However, at that very moment, all the past events surged forth like a tidal wave, every detail unfolding vividly in his mind.

Just then, the spiritual energy that had been dissipating within his body suddenly underwent a strange change.

Suddenly, the nearly depleted spiritual energy began to circulate on its own, and the route it took was completely new.

Just then, Kuang Zheng, who had been keeping his eyes closed, finally opened them.

He slowly raised his right arm, his movements so gentle as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

His right hand slowly crossed his shoulder and gradually reached towards the top of his head.

Just then, Zhu Zhu's enormous hand, as big as a small mountain, pressed down hard on his head with overwhelming force.

These two hands, one small and fragile, the other enormous and powerful, collided in mid-air without a sound, in an extremely bizarre way.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stop flowing at that moment.

Ying Yue and the others, who were not far away, even forgot about the battle and just watched all of this quietly.

The entire scene was eerily quiet, with only two hands strangely touching...