Li Chen sat cross-legged on the polished wooden floor of Chen Yunlong's villa, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. The early morning sunlight filtered through the paper windows, casting a warm glow across the spartan training room. As he delved deeper into his meditation, the world around him faded away, replaced by a series of vivid, terrifying images.
Darkness swept across the land like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path. Cities crumbled, forests withered, and the very sky seemed to crack and shatter. At the heart of this apocalyptic vision stood a figure wreathed in shadow, wielding the 7 Fists Manual like a weapon of mass destruction. Li Chen knew, without a doubt, that this was the future that awaited if Zhang Yiming succeeded in his nefarious plans.
