Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 98: A myriad of pressures come together to determine the moment of the future

In the dark room.

Meng Chen held a rune in his hand, with colorful rays of light flowing through it.

There was only one big word on the rune - Ye.

"Did you hear everything?" Liu Xiuyuan said listlessly.

Pu Dongjiang leaned back in his chair, sighed, looked at the rune and said, "Just now, Ye An just nodded, and this would be his."

"Why is he so stubborn!"

"Meng Chen, what should we do?"

"Looking at this posture, we underestimated Ye An's determination to practice boxing."

Meng Chen was silent for a few seconds, and said, "If Ye An beats Qi Wuguang."

"I will give him this inheritance."

"What?" Pu Dongjiang was shocked, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"What's wrong with your brain?"

"Whether he wins or loses Qi Wuguang is meaningless to us."

"It doesn't make any sense to the human world either!"

"It only makes sense if he changes his job to a war strategist!"

Meng Chen turned around and asked, "Third District Chief."

"Do you think that if it was Ye Tianwen who was 18 years old, could he win against Qi Wuguang?"

"Of course not." Pu Dongjiang shook his head.

Meng Chen added: "What if the eighteen-year-old Ye Tianwen has completely mastered all the abilities of dreams?" Pu Dongjiang pondered for a while and said: "Qi Wuguang has thirty-three boxes of mental power in his head." "There are also thirty-three boxes of soul power in his stomach." "This is an absolute energy crush." ??"Eighteen-year-old Ye Tianwen can't stand it!" Meng Chen asked back: "If Ye An wins, doesn't it prove that his fists are more useful than dreams?" Pu Dongjiang snorted coldly: "Are you crazy? No matter how powerful a pair of fists is, it can't be more useful than dreams, there is a world of difference!" Meng Chen raised his index finger and said seriously: "First of all!" "Battle strategists must remain rational." "So it's not me who is crazy, but you!" "Because Ye Tianwen once created an unparalleled miracle with dreams." "So when you see dreams, it's like seeing Ye Tianwen, and you firmly believe that as long as Ye An can practice dreams well and choose the profession of battle strategist, he will be the next Ye Tianwen." "But we all know one very important thing." "Success and life cannot be copied!"

"Besides, it's not Ye Tianwen's rebirth yet. The person standing over there is Ye An, who is completely different from Ye Tianwen!"

"All of you are like crazy, and you are extremely paranoid and ask Ye An to become Ye Tianwen."

"As long as he is unwilling to become Ye Tianwen, he seems to be nothing."

"A few months ago, I thought so too."

"But in these few months."

"He has won many people and done many amazing things."

"I think we should have a completely new judgment on Ye An."

" Isn't it? "

The head of the third district seemed to not listen at all, and snorted coldly: "Give me the inheritance rune."

Meng Chen said seriously: "Head of the third district, don't forget that Ye An won you 50% of the annual income of the Huang family in the battle with Fang Tianlian."

"Now because the Huang family is in decline, you directly took a lot of their assets."

"These are won by Ye An for you."

"It was also my decision!"

"Don't! Forget! It!"

After saying the last three words decisively, Meng Chen turned around, threw his windbreaker, and left with his back to Pudongjiang.

Pudongjiang looked very ugly.

Because Meng Chen was completely scolding him!

This is the war strategist.

No one cares.

The most annoying thing is that even if they quarrel, no one can quarrel with this group!

In addition, they are rare, powerful, and have a high status!

So they can do whatever they want!

A military advisor from the eighth district, unscrupulously pointing at the nose of the head of the third district!

"Damn it!" Pu Dongjiang yelled angrily and slapped the table in front of him! Liu Xiuyuan, who was standing by, lowered his head in silence, not knowing what he was thinking. Ye An knew nothing about what happened here. He pulled Liu Shu to start training! Time passed day by day!

He slept for nine hours.

He practiced unconsciously for ten hours.

He practiced Fengqi for two hours.

He practiced with Liu Shu for two and a half hours, and spent the remaining half an hour brushing his teeth, washing his face and eating.

Ye An seemed to have long been accustomed to this mechanically repetitive life, and there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

People who are close to vermilion are red, and people who are close to ink are black.

Fang Tianlian also gradually adapted to Ye An's terrifying training volume, and practiced unconscious casting every day.

He had given up thinking about what rank he was in the contemporary world. He just lived in the present and did the things in front of him well!

Anyway, Ye An was a good guy.

He would not despise himself for being a slacker!

Ye An certainly would not despise.

With the help of Fang Tianlian, his Fengqi progress was slowly and steadily improving.

About 2% a day.

Until 95% began to drop off a cliff.

Ye An was still anxious, and he practiced with Fang Tianlian for three hours, which was thirty hours in the dream realm.

But it didn't change much.

About 0.8% more a day.

Until the day of the competition.

Ye An's unconscious power accumulation has been introduced, and can last for 2 seconds, which is the same level as Li He at that time.

Feng Qi has reached 98.8% of the progress.

Ye An's intuition tells him that he is just one step away from the final blow.

However, this blow may not be achieved by hard practice, but requires some opportunities!

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Ye An sat in the room, and Ji Qing accompanied him quietly.

This night, Ye An hardly slept, and woke up at more than six o'clock. He sat quietly in a chair alone, and kept replaying the battle scenes with Liu Shu in his mind.

Ji Qing's little face was slightly sad.

She followed Ye An like a shadow, and she knew that Ye An's state was not normal during this period.

He was nervous.

This was the first time she felt this emotion from him.

She didn't sleep last night, and that was why.

She knew why Ye An was nervous.

In the past ten days, the lineage of the Lord of Gaotianyu has been promoting Qi Wuguang's strength everywhere.

He was even described as a demon on earth who could rival Ye Tianwen.

The Grand Marshal's voice was not loud.

Only Jin Buhuan was exerting his strength.

The military was silent.

Because Ye An said that he had no intention of switching to the strategist now.

His biggest backer was very disappointed in him.

To break this point, he had to defeat Qi Wuguang.

But Liu Shu had already demonstrated the strength of Qi Wuguang, a man-made weapon.

Liu Shu copied all the abilities written in Qi Wuguang's information.

In the past few days, Ye An had only won one of the fifty-six games!

Qi Wuguang's abilities must not only be what was written on paper, there must be other means.

Ye An was a little difficult to deal with even the known means, and with the unknown, any rational person would think that Ye An had little chance of winning.

But Ye An had no way out.

If he didn't win, everything would collapse.

His personal confidence would collapse.

The military would no longer invest in him.

The time had come.

Ji Qing knew everything about Ye An.

But she couldn't empathize with his true emotions.

Just like what Ye An said to her.

"The only one who can save you is yourself!"

Now this sentence fell on Ye An himself.

Ji Qing looked straight at him.

He sat upright in a chair, closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and was using his talent to fight the copy of Qi Wuguang.

Suddenly.

The alarm clock rang at half past nine!

Ye An stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Ji Qing's heart skipped a beat, because he had never seen Ye An with such a sharp look in his eyes.

It was a bit like Lin Zhou at that time, the one who vowed to win.

At the same time

In a dim room.

Qi Wuguang also stood up and pulled open the bed curtain.

The strong light shone on his bloodless face, and he looked down at the photo tightly held in his hand.

The background of the photo was the ruins after the war, and the protagonists in the photo were a brother and sister.

The brother smiled cheerfully, and the sister tied cute twin ponytails and said eggplant loudly.

Both of them were lucky to survive the indiscriminate bombing of the demons, and they were covered in dust.

But the two people in the photo had bright smiles.

Because the fighter planes of the demons had already bombed over, the support of Gao Tianyu would arrive soon.

The joy of surviving the disaster was fully released in this photo.

But only ten minutes later.

A powerful demon god suddenly arrived.

A god from the human race also came.

At that time, the brother was packing things in the air-raid shelter.

The sister was taking pictures on it.

He only heard a terrifying roar.

Go up again.

It's too late to collect all the bodies.

The most regrettable thing is that Qi Wuguang still had two days to test his talent.

If he had detected the Darkness of the God-Stabbing earlier and had become the Darkness of the Soul-Eating earlier.

He would have had a chance to preserve his sister's soul.

Fortunately, the talent had already been fully nurtured at that time.

Qi Wuguang's strong will actually made the talent awaken!

Awakening!

He was still two days away from turning twelve. At this age when most people still don't know their talents, he has already taken the ultimate step called awakening!

But even so, he only protected a wisp of his sister's incomplete consciousness.

This does not meet the conditions for resurrecting a person at all!

Until a year later, the surprise came.

A man named Ye Wuce found him and told him something.

Thinking of this.

Qi Wuguang numbly walked out of the dim room, muttering.

"Devouring... Ye An... spirit... soul..."

"Mastering... dreams... resurrecting... Zhen Xin..."

He had to keep recalling these things and stimulate his soul with pain in order to hang on to the soul that would fall into madness at any time.

Now, it's just a matter of time.

Qi Wuguang stood in the room, staring blankly at the extremely ugly man in the huge French window, tears constantly pouring down his cheeks, but his eyes were still empty and dull.

He only heard himself muttering: "Zhen Xin... won't... dislike me."

After that, he opened the door and numbly walked into the car arranged by Ye Wuce's assistant under the illumination of countless cameras.

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