Star level, as the standard to judge strength in less than two months after the apocalypse, naturally had its own reasons.
Low-star ability, or poor foundation, or low potential, could not be compared with high-star ability — the gap between the two was too big, it could not be made up with just a few days of hard work and hard work.
However, some people, some people, some abilities, when they used their will and faith to burn their life, soul, and burst out the limit of their strength, that was strength beyond common sense!
Explosive Flesh Body.
In the White Book World, the ability of the muscular monster, Brother Hulu.
It was not magic, nor was it martial arts, it only relied on the muscles, releasing the strength of every muscle fiber to fight, to kill!
In the original work, Brother Hulu only used the Explosive Flesh Body to 120%.
But Xiao Qiang, with the extreme meaning of death, "Go to the end".
His muscles burst out, reaching —
500%！
If compared with the Eight Inner Hidden Gates in "Naruto", the current Xiao Qiang, was equivalent to opening the last gate:
Death Gate.
Although his body could not bear the burden and could be destroyed at any moment, Xiao Qiang could feel the energy that was about to gush out of his body. It was almost impossible to restrain it. Xiao Qiang still felt an emotion called 'ecstasy' in his heart.
If he could not be glorious once in his life, how could he be called a "man"!
At this moment, his life flashed in his mind.
…
In any society, there was the existence of class.
Born in the suburbs of Pearl City, his father was only a machine tool worker in a chemical factory, his mother was unemployed, Xiao Qiang was born to be at the bottom of society.
The streets were filled with poisonous sewage, and the air was often filled with a pungent smell. This was the slums of the city.
Unable to bear poverty, when Xiao Qiang was seven years old, his mother left home, leaving only a young and ignorant child, and a man who used cheap liquor all day long to numb himself. Three years later, one night, the man died of stomach cancer.
Ten years old Xiao Qiang, lonely, thin and weak.
The slums were originally chaotic, lacking civilization, and even morality — fighting, between children and young people, was common. Xiao Qiang, who had no parents and was skinny and made a living by picking up trash, naturally became the target of other people's bullying.
Because he was poor, because he needed to vent his anger, people who were as lowly as insects in society vented their anger and humiliation on him, who was even lower than him.
Night after night, the young man, who was covered in scars, clenched his fists tightly, bit his lips, and cried silently.
"Why am I being treated like this?"
He hated others, he hated those who bullied him, he hated his parents, he hated his unfair fate, he hated this cold and heartless society, he hated everything!
Just like that, four years passed.
Xiao Qiang, 14 years old.
The quiet young man, who didn't speak much for a week, gradually figured out some things.
This world had always been dark and cruel. Everyone had their own destiny the moment they were born. There had never been fairness. The rich bullied the poor, and the strong trampled on the weak. This was a matter of course.
"I need power!"
With great power, he would no longer be humiliated and tortured, and could change from being oppressed to being the aggressor.
He used the knife to carve a cross mark on his arm.
"From today on, I will no longer cry weakly. If there is a time to cry, it must be at the moment of my death, when my life ends, when everything ends, I can only cry!"
The skinny young man, 14 years old, used all the money he earned from picking up trash to buy low-quality and cheap meat, fats with unpleasant smell, skin with hair and blood … He even went to pick up rotten meat discarded by the nearby meat processing factory.
He ate everything that could supplement his nutrition.
At the same time, he trained his body.
In the morning and evening, in the hot summer days, in the cold winter, he worked hard to train.
"Do you want to have the strength to carry bricks in the future?" The people in the slums, laughed at him.
"No, this is to become strong — strong enough to defeat all of you." 14 years old Xiao Qiang, solemnly answered others.
Of course, he suffered another beating.
Gradually, those people found that it was not so easy to bully Xiao Qiang. The young man's body began to become strong and tall, and he began to fight with others. Sometimes, to beat him up, he even had to pay the price of being covered with cuts and bruises.
With power, he also had identity and dignity!
The people in the slums no longer treated Xiao Qiang as a dog, a beast that they could abuse and beat at will to vent their anger.
Just like that, after a period of time, they found that all the humiliation they had inflicted on the young man was gradually returned to them.
When Xiao Qiang was 17 years old, all the young gangsters in the slums united but were still defeated. Everyone, facing this bulging muscle, ruthless, and fearless young man, was terrified.
"How boring."
Looking at the people lying on the ground, moaning miserably and bleeding all over the ground, Xiao Qiang did not feel a trace of joy.
Bullying the weak could not bring him any sense of satisfaction.
"However, with the power to defeat more than 10 people, I can do whatever I want in the slums and make all the people who bullied me kneel on the ground. If I become the strongest man in this city, this country, and even this world, what will happen? "
The young man who began to mature had a new goal.
To become the strongest man on the earth!
On a cold snowy night, Xiao Qiang climbed a hill outside the suburbs and kowtowed three times to the small grave of his father. Then he left Pearl City and went to Shen City to become a construction worker.
It was a job that could make money and exercise at the same time.
One person could do the work of three to five people, and he never complained of tiredness. As long as anyone asked, he would come forward to help. Soon, the young man won the favor of the foreman and the admiration of all the workers.
Doing the most tiring work, feeling the trembling of his muscle fibers, feeling the throbbing of his pulse and blood vessels, and sweating, Xiao Qiang felt a sense of fulfillment.
He got up early and worked late, cursed the boss and the rich with vulgar language, talked about the country and the world in an impassioned tone, bragged about the past, and talked about women. The young man did not seem to be much different from other people.
The only difference was that his muscles were strong and sturdy, and his gaze was as sharp as a knife hidden in his narrowed eyes.
Like his dead father, he liked to drink. He drank the most inferior liquor, which was blended and sold to the workers in bulk. When the hot liquor flowed down his throat, the tipsy feeling would make his brain dull, and he would stay away from this messy and boring world.
It was a snowy day.
It was snowing heavily.
Thick clouds shrouded the sky. An icy cold wind blew, and large snowflakes fluttered down from the sky.
After drinking more than a liter of liquor in the food stall, Xiao Qiang stumbled on the road alone and returned to the remote place where the construction site was located. He still had a bottle of beer in his hand.
The snow under his feet made a crunching sound. The cold wind rolled the snow, and soon, his hair and eyebrows were silver white.
He was only wearing a thin shirt, which was shabby and stained with mud. Compared with the men and women around him who were wearing down jackets and holding umbrellas, and the beautiful Shen City at night, he was out of place in this big city which was full of feasting and bustling lights.
His clothes showed the obvious outline of his muscles. Holding a bottle of beer in his hand, he walked on the road at night, and people who saw him avoided him carefully.
Xiao Qiang did not mind. On the snowy ground, he took one step higher and one step lower as he staggered. His high spirits made him shout at the top of his lungs, singing at the top of his lungs.
The cold wind was blowing
The snow was falling
The long road was long
Walking with the song
Looking back at the stars
The past was like smoke and clouds
Remembering the time when we parted
Leaving love in the snow …
The passers-by on the street avoided him and turned to look at him in surprise. This rough and dirty young laborer actually had a voice full of vicissitudes. When he sang, there was a kind of touching and infectious loud voice.
I walk alone in the snow
How many times have I waved
The heroic spirit …
The snow on the ground was a foot thick. Xiao Qiang, who could not hold his feet, walked for about five miles. He was blown by the cold wind and stepped into the ditch. He struggled for a few times. He had drunk more than a liter of liquor. At this time, the alcohol had gone to his head, and he could not struggle.
He was drunk and fell asleep in the snow ditch.
The heavy snow soon buried him quietly.
Xiao Qiang was awakened by a woman's scream and crying.
It was a very vulgar scene, but it was also very realistic. In any city, there would be crimes at night and in remote places.
Xiao Qiang, who still had a headache and dizziness, struggled to climb out of the snow ditch. He opened his eyes wide and after a few seconds, he saw a few yellow-haired hooligans with earrings pulling a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl towards the van.
The crying girl held the door of the van tightly with both hands.
"Let … go …" Xiao Qiang spat out a mouthful of alcohol and shook his head hard to clear his mind. At the same time, he lifted his sore legs and walked towards the van. "Let … that girl …"
"Damn it, where did this stupid laborer come from? How dare he meddle in our business!"
"And he's a drunkard!"
The hooligans cursed and slapped the girl's face a few times. They were about to pull her into the van and close the door.
Xiao Qiang raised his fist and punched the glass of the van, shattering it into pieces.
The pain in his fingers made his mind much clearer. Looking at the wound on his fist, which was bleeding from the glass, Xiao Qiang shook off the glass shards and blood on his hand. He was about to speak when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
A dagger was stabbed into his chest.
Five minutes later, a few gangsters with bloody heads and broken hands and feet drove away in a van with a broken door, leaving behind the still crying girl.
Xiao Qiang panted heavily as he sat on the snow. He first used the snow to clean his wound, then tore his shirt and bandaged it.
"I'm … I'm sorry … You won't die, right? I … I'll help … "
The girl's face was full of tears. She hurriedly tried to help bandage his wound. "My phone was broken by them. Otherwise, I could have called the emergency hotline … Let's leave first. This place is too remote, and there are no cars. We can take a taxi to the hospital on the way!"
She tried to pull Xiao Qiang up from the snow.
"I'm fine." Xiao Qiang smiled calmly and got up. He was a head taller than the girl, and the muscles on his naked upper body bulged, making the girl look even more petite.
"How can you be fine! You were stabbed in the chest! "
Her hands trembled as she touched her clothes. There were bloodstains on her clothes, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Xiao Qiang's heart skipped a beat.
This was the first time in ten years that he had received care from a woman.
His drunken mind was completely sober. He looked at the girl carefully. She was not very beautiful, but her skin was fair and clean. Her eyes were especially clear. She was completely different from the workers in the slums of Pearl City and the construction site.
She was like a …
Jasmine that emitted a sweet fragrance?
Xiao Qiang looked at her in a daze.
For the first time in his life, he felt warmth and love that he had never felt before in his life since he was twenty years old.
But when he noticed the girl's clothes, Xiao Qiang shook his head and suppressed this feeling. As a worker who came to Shen City from Pearl City to work, he was not qualified to have such feelings for a coarse young man who came from the slums.
With a bitter but carefree smile, he rejected the girl's insistence. He caressed her little head with his big hand and left without looking back.
He thought that this matter was over. But a week later, the girl and her father found Xiao Qiang at the construction site, who was stirring the sand with his shirt off.
The father was very grateful to the young man who saved his daughter. He took out a lot of money, but was naturally rejected.
The father admired his character even more. But then, he found out that his daughter often went to the construction site to look for him. She was looking for this man who wore dirty clothes. Other than his muscular body, he could only do hard labor. He had no other ability.
As a man from Shen City, it was impossible for him to marry his daughter to a foreigner. How could he marry a migrant worker? Moreover, he was a migrant worker from Anhui Province!
The original gratitude and appreciation disappeared and turned into disgust and hatred.
After failing to stop his daughter several times, the angry father found a group of people to stop Xiao Qiang. He was ready to teach him a lesson. The best way was to beat this guy up and make him get out of Shen City. Not a lowly person was qualified to stay in such a noble city.
He was hit by sticks and steel pipes.
That time, Xiao Qiang did not fight back.
The young man, who was covered in blood, went back to his residence and drank a box of liquor. Then he left Shen City and returned to his hometown.
When Xiao Qiang returned to his residence, everyone in the slums was frightened. But in the following days, they found that this young man, who used to be like a hungry tiger or a hungry wolf, became docile. He often wore a peaceful and easy-going smile on his face.
He no longer thought about anything or anyone, including the girl he used to love.
He only had the goal of being the strongest on Earth in his heart. Who would care about him?
…
But now, the middle-aged man, who was no longer young, put aside all the past, exerted the power of Flesh Explosion to 500%, stimulated all his potential, burned his life and soul to light himself up, and was ready to bloom the most brilliant light in the last stage of his life!
Facing tens of thousands of ghosts that kept crawling out of the soil, facing skeletons, zombies, stitched monsters, flesh puppets, ghouls, and headless horsemen, Xiao Qiang, who was alone, laughed and took the initiative to greet them.
The road to the strongest.
I will move forward.
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