Chapter 100: : The Strongest Road

Stars, as less than two months after the end of the world, the standard for judging strength naturally has its reason.
The ability of low star rating, or the foundation is poor, or the potential is low, cannot be compared with the ability of high star rating-the gap in the middle can not be made up by just a few dozen days of hard work and hard work.
However, there are some people who have some abilities. When the will and faith are used to burn life and soul and erupt the ultimate force, it is powerful without common sense!
Burst meat rigid body.
You swim in the world of Hakushu, the muscle monster monster Yu Ludi's ability.
Is not magic or martial arts, relying on muscles alone to release the strength of each muscle fiber, to fight, to kill!
In the original work of Lu Yuan, Di Yuhu, only used the exploding meat rigid body to 120%.
But Xiao Qiang, holding death eagerly, at the time of "exhausting".
The muscles burst and reached-
500%!
If you use the eight-door armor in "Naruto" for comparison, the current Xiao Qiang is equal to, opening the last door:
Dead door.
Although the overwhelmed body can be destroyed at any time and completely collapsed at the genetic level, but feeling the body is almost unrestrained, and when the power that is about to burst out, Xiao Qiang still surges from the heart, called "ecstatic" emotion.
If you are a lifetime, you can't be glorious once, how can you be called a "man"!
At this moment, his mind flashed through his life.
Uh ...
Any society has a class.
I was born in the suburbs of Zhucheng. My father was just a machine tool worker in a chemical plant, and his mother Xiao Qiang was unemployed.
Poisonous sewage is flowing on the streets of the city. There is often a pungent odor in the air. This is the city's slum area.
Can't stand the poverty. When Xiao Qiang was seven years old, his mother ran away from home, leaving only a young ignorant child and a man who numbed himself with inferior white wine all day. Three years later, one night, the man died of stomach cancer. .
Xiao Qiang, ten years old, is lonely and thin.
Slums are a place where chaos, lack of civilization, and even morality—fights and fights are commonplace between children and young people. Xiao Qiang, who has no father and mother and is thin and lives by picking up trash, has naturally become the object of insult by others.
He is upset because of poverty, because ventilation requires venting, and the humble person in the society vents the humiliation and suffocation in his heart to him who is more inferior.
Night after night, nestled in the hut, the scarred boy clenched his fists tightly, biting his lips and crying silently.
"Why should I be treated this way?"
He hates others, hates his insults, hates his parents, hates an unjust fate, hates this indifferent society, hates everything!
I went on like this for four years.
Xiao Xiaoqiang, fourteen years old.
Often a week, silent boy without saying a few words, gradually figured out something.
This world is originally dark and cruel. Once people are born, they have their own destiny. There has never been fairness. It is natural for the rich to bully the poor, and the strong to trample the weak.
"I need strength!"
With great power, he will not be humiliated and tortured any more, and can be transformed from an oppressed to a perpetrator.
He used a knife to make a cross mark on his arm.
"From today on, I won't cry any more. If there are still tears, it must be the moment of my death. When life ends and everything ends, we can cry!"
A 14-year-old skinny boy will pick up all the income from garbage, buy cheap and cheap meat, fat and fat with bad smells, fleshy skin with blood and blood ... and even pick it up directly and discard it at a nearby meat factory. Don't rot.
Eating everything that can supplement your nutrition.
At the same time, exercise.
In the early morning and evening, in the summer days of San Fu, in the severe cold of several nine, they are working hard.
"Are you going to move bricks for strength in the future?" People in the slums laughed at him like this.
"No, this is to become strong-powerful enough to defeat all of you." Xiao Qiang, 14, answered solemnly.
As a matter of course, he was beaten again.
Gradually, those people found that it was not easy to bully Xiao Qiang. The boy's figure began to grow strong and hard, and began to fight with others. Sometimes he beat him and even suffered a bruise.
With power, He also has identity and dignity!
People in the ghettos no longer treat Xiao Qiang as a dog, as if they were abusive, sulking and beating at will, expressing sullen beasts.
In this way, after another period of time, they found that all the humiliation once imposed on the teenagers was gradually returned to themselves.
When Xiao Qiang was 17 years old, when all the young people in this slum area were mingled, united, and knocked down, all of them faced with bulging muscles, cruel and ruthless youth, and they were all trembling. Already.
"It's boring."
Xu Qiang looked at the people lying on the ground, groaning miserably, and the blood was flowing to the ground. Xiao Qiang didn't feel a trace of joy.
Bullying the weak does not bring him any satisfaction.
"However, just having the power to bring down more than a dozen people can do whatever you want in the slums, and let all the knees who once insulted me fall to the ground. What if I became the strongest person in this city, this country, and even the world ? "
青年 The youth who have begun to mature have a new goal:
Become the strongest man on earth!
On a cold, snowy night, he climbed to a mountain of awl soil outside the suburbs, buried his father's small grave and carried three beatings. Xiao Qiang left Zhucheng and went to Shencheng to become a construction worker.
This is a job that makes money and exercise.
One person can do the work of three or five people, and never yells like a cow or a horse. Anyone who asks for help will come forward to help, and the youth will soon be loved by the foreman and admired by all the workers.
I was doing the most tiring work, feeling the trembling of muscle fibers, feeling the pulse of the pulse and blood vessels, and scorching hot sweat, Xiao Qiang had a sense of fulfillment.
Get up early and greedy, use vulgar language, cursing bosses and rich people, point to the turbulent tone of the country, discuss national and world affairs, or brag about the past, talking about women-young people look no different from others .
The only difference between the two is one body, strong to sturdy muscles, and sharp eyes like hidden in the narrowed eyes.
Like the dead father, he likes to drink alcohol, drinks the lowest quality, blends it, and sells it in bulk to the migrant workers. When the hot liquor flows through the throat, the slight drunkenness will make the brain dull and keep away from this boring world.
It was a snowy day.
How good the snow is.
The thick clouds covered the sky, the cold and cold winds blew, and the heavy goose feather snow fell from the sky.
I drank more than a pound of white wine at the food stall. Xiao Qiang was alone on the road, stumbled, and returned to the remote place where the construction site was located. In his hand, he also brought a bottle of beer.
The snow under the feet stomped and made a "creak" sound. The cold wind rolled the snow, and the hair and eyebrows soon became silvery white.
He wore only a single shirt, shabby clothes and stained with mud, he and the surrounding down jackets, men and women with umbrellas, and the beautiful city of Shen in the night, this bright and confusing big city, incompatible.
On his clothes, he showed obvious muscle outlines, hand-carried beer, and wobbled on the road at night. Everyone who saw him accidentally avoided it.
Xiao Qiang didn't care. On the snow, one step high, one step low, humbling, high-spirited, even let him open his throat and sing:
Chill
Flying snow drifting
Long road
Follow the song
Looking back, looking at the stars
The past, like a cloud of smoke
Still remember when leaving
The gangster stayed in the snow ...
When the passersby on the street escaped, they turned around and looked at it in surprise. This rough and dirty young migrant worker actually had vicissitudes and sang, and there was a moving and expressive voice.
I walk alone in the snow
How much
Heroic pride ...
The snow on the ground was a foot thick, and Xiao Qiang, who could not catch his feet, walked about five miles, was blown by the cold wind, and crooked into the ditch. I struggled a few times, and I drank more than a pound of white wine before. At this time, alcohol was on my head.
The drunkenness was so strong that he fell asleep in the snow ditch.
Daxue, quickly buried him quietly.
Xiao Xiaoqiang was awakened by the woman's screaming and crying for a while.
Very vulgar scene, but it is also very realistic, any city, in the dark and remote places, there will be sin.
Xiao Qiang, still having a headache and dizziness, crawled out of the snow ditch, opened his eyes, and saw it a few seconds later. A few yellow hair with earrings were sending a 17-year-old girl to the van. Pull on.
Weeping crying girl, holding the door with his hands dead.
"Let ’s go ... Sigh ..." Xiao Qiang shook his head hard to clear his mind, while raising his sour legs, he walked towards the van, "Let go ... that girl ... ... "
"Mum, where are the dead migrant workers, dare to worry about buddies!"
"Still a drunk!"
He scolded and scolded him, slap on the girl's face, and pulled her into the car to close the door.
Xiao Xiaoqiang raised a fist and smashed the door glass into a single fist.
The pain on the fingers made the brain awake a lot. Looking at the fist, it was cut by glass, and the skin was glowing with red blood. Xiao Qiang shook the glass and blood beads on his hand and was about to speak. Chest There was a sudden pain.
He took a dagger and stuck it in his chest.
Twenty minutes later, a few with heads and people with broken hands and feet were frightened to drive away in a van with a broken door, leaving a girl still crying.
Xiao Qiang panted and sat on the snow, first treated the wound with snow, then tore the single clothes and bandaged.
对 "I'm ... sorry ... won't you die? I ... I'll help ..."
The girl's face was full of tears, and she wanted to help with bandaging: "My mobile phone was damaged by them, otherwise I can call the emergency hotline ... we leave first, it is too remote here, there is no car, wait to hit on the road Go to the hospital! "
She tried to pull Xiao Qiang from the snow.
"It's okay." Xiao Qiang smiled indifferently and stood up. His figure was a head taller than the girl. His naked upper body muscles swelled, and the girl became more petite.
"How could it be fine! You were stabbed in the chest!"
I trembled with my hand and touched the clothes, the blood oozing out, and the tears fell in the girl's eyes.
Xiao Xiaoqiang's heart moved slightly.
For the first time in ten years, he has received the attention of women.
The drunken brain was completely sober. He looked at the girl carefully. The girl was not too beautiful, but the skin was very fair and clean, especially the clear eyes. It was completely different from the slums of Zhucheng and the bosses and coworkers on the construction site.
Is like a flower ...
Jasmine with a scent?
Xiao Xiaoqiang looked at her.
I lived to be twenty years old. For the first time, my heart surged. I never had the emotions named "warmth" and "love".
But noticed that the girl's clothes were dressed, Xiao Qiang shook her head and suppressed this emotion. As a worker who came to Shencheng from Zhucheng to work, a vulgar youth coming out of a slum, he could not, Not qualified to have such feelings.
With a bitter, but unrestrained smile, Xun refused the girl's insistence. He touched each other's small head with his big hand, and left without looking back.
Originally thought that this matter was over, but one week later, the girl and her father, on the construction site, found Zheng Qiang, who was shirtless and stirring the sand.
My father was very grateful for the youth who saved his daughter. He took out a lot of money and was naturally rejected.
This father appreciated his character even more, but then he found that his daughter often went to the construction site to find him, looking for this man in dirty clothes and pants who could work as hard labor except for his tendon meat. .
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The original gratitude and appreciation disappeared, becoming nausea and hatred.
After Xun stopped his daughter several times, and declared failure, the angry father found a group of people, blocked Xiao Qiang, and prepared to give him a hard meal. It's best to get this guy's trembling out of Shencheng-such a noble city, not a low-level person, qualified to stay.
I was beaten with sticks and steel pipes.
At that time, Xiao Qiang did not fight back.
The blood-stained young man returned to his residence, drank a box of white wine, then left Shencheng and returned to his hometown.
Xiao Qiang, who returned to his residence, frightened everyone in the slum area, but in the following days, they found that the young man who was once a tiger and a hungry wolf became docile, with a peaceful, easy smile on his face.
I no longer think about anything with anyone, including girls who have been in love.
He only has the goal of "the strongest earth" in his heart. Who else can still see it?
Uh ...
But now, aside from all the past, the middle-aged people who are no longer young, have brought the explosive body to 500%, inspiring all potential, burning life and soul to lighten themselves, and preparing to bloom the most in the final stage of life. Dazzling light!
Face unceasingly crawling out of the soil, there are tens of thousands of undead, facing a skeleton, zombie, stitching monster, flesh and blood, ghoul, headless knight, Xiao Qiang, alone, greeted with a smile.
The strongest road,
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