Armed Train in the Apocalypse

There are many factors that influence a battle: wind direction, emotions, heartbeats, even a single grain of sand or an unremarkable pile of dog shit can become fatal factors that affect the outcome.

These can be collectively referred to as luck, or a more grand term—fate.

And the only thing that can be controlled by an individual is one thing, and that is willpower.

Willpower can suppress pain, strengthen goals, and enable you to roar defiantly against fate from a humble position.

Whether it’s the excellent combat instincts of beasts or an exceptional skill like ”Nine Lives,” none can compare to repeatedly reinforced willpower.

This is the true mark of the strong.

The speed of their actions was incredibly fast, even He Jie and others of the same Tier Two were somewhat fuzzy in their observations, let alone the audience whose evolutionary level was far inferior. From the public’s perspective, the two seemed to disappear, leaving only the sound of whistling winds in the arena, and given the feline’s light landing habit, neither the walls nor the ground bore any damage.

In the entire coliseum, only a few evolved in speed, perception, and dynamic vision could clearly see the battle, and the only one who could fully comprehend it was the conductor.

He simply couldn’t understand why the audience, who couldn’t see anything, would be so enthusiastic in their cheers.

Tier Two evolver battles are hardly entertaining; it’s not like Tier One, with the manipulation of water and fire as well as items that leave one wide-eyed in wonder.

At Tier Two, only the ”Defender’s” hand-to-hand combat holds some entertainment value.

The rest just lead to quick kills if anything goes wrong.

Just like when Su Huan was at Tier Two, his fighting was basically reliant on electricity. Either he’d stun someone or electrocute them to death, but in any case, they’d drop with a flash of blue light.

There’s nothing entertaining about it.

Other professions are similar; Lin Jin, Zhong You at least have some semblance of momentum. Encountering something like a mongoose, you can fight all day without it showing a shadow.

He Jie, Qu Hang couldn’t even take the stage; the battlefield is the most suitable place for evolvers of hot weapons.

To be more precise, an evolver’s skills are meant for combat and survival, not performance.

Three minutes had passed, and the two had actually only clashed twice, each time with extremely high frequency exchanges, accumulating many wounds, but all were locked in the muscle, with not a drop of blood spilled.

The mongoose held a slight advantage, but it couldn’t overpower the cat demon.

Cats have bodies that react much faster than their brains; traditional combat experience is often useless, as the mind reacts when everything is already over.

Both of them are of the same type, unable to break their moves!

This was very frustrating.

A strong wind swept through, feeling the sting of a new wound on her face, the woman’s alluring expression completely froze, scarlet dots floated in her eyes.

Those familiar with her knew that the cat demon was thoroughly enraged.

As for Hua Junyan’s orders to hold back, to consider honored guests, they were all thrown aside. Now she only wanted to shred the mongoose’s face completely!

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Dragon Gate City, residential area.

Deng Ke fastened an iron box, pulling the zipper to the end with a dry ”zip” sound.

The room was already empty, everything that could be taken was packed into the box and backpack, and what couldn’t be taken was piled against the wall and covered with a gray cloth.

Actually, it wasn’t much, just some tables and chairs he salvaged from the ruins. They only lived in Dragon Gate City for two or three months, spent all their money on food and medicines, even poorer than when they arrived.

His son squatted by the door, picking at a crack in the cement floor with his hand, very quiet.

That’s when the knock sounded.

Not too light, not too heavy, three knocks.

Deng Ke went to open the door, outside was an unfamiliar face, wearing a common gray jacket seen around the city, a smile on his face, eyes devoid of warmth.

”Mr. Deng, leaving?” The person spoke with familiarity, like old friends exchanging pleasantries.

But Deng Ke didn’t recognize him.

Clearly, trouble had arrived at their door, a bone spike slid into his hand from his sleeve.

”Yes.” Deng Ke responded flatly.

The visitor’s gaze swept around the empty room before settling on Deng Ke’s face, ”Someone hopes you’ll fight one more time, the price is negotiable.”

”No.”

Deng Ke’s voice was calm, he only wanted to leave Dragon Gate City.

”Don’t be so quick to refuse,” the man stepped forward half a step, lowering his voice, ”You don’t even need to win, just give it your all, you’ll have your choice of a skill potion, plus the recovery potion you’ve always dreamed of, we can give you a set directly...”

Deng Ke’s eyes swirled; if this was a few days ago, he’d hesitate to decide even if it was for selling his life at this price.

But now, what use is the recovery potion to him?

Moreover, now both formidable figures and local snakes are assembled, the arena has long become a place of trouble.

He didn’t need to think to know who they were targeting.

”Why choose me?”

Deng Ke asked a question.

”You’re ruthless and clean, do the job and leave, no one knows.” The man smiled, ”And you need money, raising a child, you’ll need it in the future.”

Deng Ke remained silent for a while, the rich colors outside the window reflected on his face, half bright, half dark.

He walked to the corner where a pile of items was covered with cloth, uncovering it, she lay there with her eyes closed, emaciated beyond belief.

He had just changed her into clean old clothes in the morning, a light gray shirt, washed to a pale white.

He looked for a few seconds, then turned back, the man following his gaze took a glance too, with no change in expression, in doomsday, life and death are too common.

”If you’re ready, come with me now.” The man prompted.

Deng Ke did not answer, his body suddenly moved, faster than someone with unhealed wounds should.