Chen Hai gazed at his chest. Despair suddenly surged in his veins. It had been punctured through, and blood was pouring out. However vigorous he was, he was hopeless to live on.
“No…” He covered the gaping hole with his hand. He wished to survive, to live on and to be the king and the ruler of this era. As a man who had trained in boxing for thirty years, who would be better suited than him for this role?
As strange fruits constantly appeared and the world restlessly changed, Chen Hai could easily reach the acme of perfection with his masterful boxing style.
It was difficult to achieve perfection in the past, but the time was different. As long as his body constitution could enhance and improve constantly, he would find perfection somewhere someday.
