Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 2733 Give Me a Task
Zhang Meng's consciousness gradually became clear amid a burst of severe pain.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a narrow, dirty street, surrounded by tall concrete buildings, their shadows trapping him like a cage.

This is a new world.

A voice suddenly appeared in his mind:
"This is a world dominated by war, a place you've never imagined."

Haha, God threw me here again?

He couldn't help but feel amused.

Indeed, man before God is like an ant before man.

He struggled to stand up, but his body had not yet fully adjusted to the gravity of this world.

Just then, a group of people in tattered military uniforms emerged from the shadows of the alley, their eyes full of hostility and madness.

They were armed with sticks and chains, and the scars and dust on their faces could not conceal their ferocity.

"New here?" One of them sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Zhang Meng didn't understand why the other party was so crazy.

Why is there so much hostility?

Even in two doomsday worlds, we still have to test it out first.

He tried to move back, but his back was pressed against the cold wall.

He had nowhere to run. The group of people surrounded him, their movements were swift and organized, and it was obvious that this was not the first time they had done this.

"Wait, I am..." Before Zhang Meng could finish his words, a stick hit his shoulder.

Pain exploded in his shoulder and Zhang Meng felt dizzy.

He discovered that he had lost his player template.

How sad.

This is truly his last moment!
Haha, is it God who wants to take advantage of someone’s misfortune?

He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

He clenched his teeth and tried to stay awake.

And sticks and chains rained down on him, his body shaking with every blow.

Zhang Meng's instinct began to fight back, his hands groping for anything that could be used as a weapon.

His fingers found a broken brick and he gripped it tightly, swinging with all his might at the nearest attacker.

He knew that he had to fight back, otherwise he would be beaten to death!
After all, he is a man who has experienced two doomsdays!

The prey that doesn't resist is the first to be killed!
The brick hit the man's face with a dull thud, and the man took a few steps back, blood gushing out of his nose.

The others paused briefly, and then attacked Zhang Meng even more frantically.

Zhang Meng's body was covered with bruises and wounds, and his consciousness began to blur.

He felt his vitality slipping away bit by bit, and his heart was filled with despair.

Why is this doomsday so cruel?
Just when Zhang Meng was about to lose consciousness, a figure rushed into the battle group.

It was a woman who was also wearing a tattered military uniform. She moved quickly and agilely, holding a sharp blade in her hand.

Her eyes flashed with determination and anger.

"Stop!" Her voice rang out in the narrow street.

The group stopped their attack and turned to the new target.

The woman did not retreat. There was no fear in her eyes, only the will to fight.

"You cowards, you only know how to bully fugitives?"

Her blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The group hesitated, then slowly retreated, eventually disappearing into the shadows of the alley.

The woman walked to Zhang Meng with a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft and concerned.

Zhang Meng nodded with difficulty, his breathing was rapid and his body was in unbearable pain.

The woman helped him to his feet, a look of determination in her eyes.

"Welcome to the world of war," she said, "where you must learn to fight in order to survive."

"They called me a fugitive? What does that mean?" Zhang Meng asked quickly.

"Poor guy, there was something wrong with the memory infusion during incubation? It seems like you don't know anything?"

"Yes, there is something wrong with my memory." Zhang Meng quickly followed the other party's explanation.

……

three days later.

Zhang Meng stood at the edge of the training ground, his body soaked in sweat, his eyes flashing with determination.

He knew that he had lost the favor of the gods, he had to start from scratch, he had to regain his power.

He was lucky enough to meet the woman at the last moment.

Of course he also knew that the woman was not simply kind-hearted.

Instead, after giving him some simple treatment and some common sense, he was sold to a private training ground...

The training ground is a huge open-air area surrounded by high walls covered with graffiti and bullet holes.

This is where the fighters train and where they prove themselves.

Zhang Meng stood in the center of the training ground, his body casting a long shadow in the morning light.

His trainer is a veteran named Kane.

There was a hint of severity in his eyes, but there was also a hint of encouragement in his voice.

This touched Zhang Meng a little.

After all, there are still people who are on my side.

"Zhang Meng, I can feel that you had a glorious past, but you have lost everything now. But now, you can regain your strength." Kane said to him.

He has a very loud voice, and everyone can hear him clearly even on the training ground.

Zhang Meng nodded, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"I know, Kane, I will try my best."

The training started soon.

Zhang Meng immediately started basic physical training.

His body ran on the track and his fists punched the sandbag.

And his body also shuttled through obstacles.

Every run, every hit, and every jump he made was a test of his will.

As the training deepens.

Zhang Meng began to come into contact with more complex fighting techniques.

He relearned and familiarized himself with how to use various weapons, how to engage in close combat, and how to survive on the battlefield.

His hands were covered with blisters and his body was covered with scars, but he did not give up.

Because he knew that this was his most difficult time.

Finally, during a particularly difficult training session.

Zhang Meng was asked to fight against a group of training dummies without any weapons.

These dummies are actually robots.

They are all designed to be the most powerful enemies and look like real people.

Their movements were swift and relentless, and Zhang Meng had to rely on his body and wits to defeat them.

His body moved in and out of the dummies, his movements ferocious and precise.

He has forgotten any sympathy and compassion, and he will no longer have subordinates like before.

After all, no god favors him now!
His fists hit the dummy's vital points and his feet knocked down its support.

His body trembled in pain, but his will was as strong as iron.

Of course, he would have inner struggles from time to time.
In between training sessions.

Zhang Meng would sit in a corner of the training ground.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He thought of his days in the presence of the gods.

At that time he possessed endless power. Those were such wonderful days when he could enjoy everyone's favor and praise.

And now, he has to rely on his own strength.

"Zhang Meng, what are you thinking about?" Kane's voice interrupted Zhang Meng's thoughts.

Zhang Meng raised his head, his eyes showing a trace of pain. "I wonder if I can regain my strength."

There was a hint of understanding in Kane's eyes.

"Zhang Meng, strength does not only come from the outside world, but also from yourself."

"You have to believe in yourself, you have to believe that you can overcome everything." "Let me tell you, this world is not as simple as it seems."

Zhang Meng nodded, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you, Kane, you are a good man."

"Haha, me, a good person? You better work hard." Kane also laughed.

"I know it, Kane, I will get the power."

As time went on, Zhang Meng's training became more and more difficult.

The strength of his body is also growing stronger.

His body became stronger, his movements became more flexible and accurate, and his eyes became sharper.

And during a training session.

Zhang Meng finally faced a particularly powerful opponent.

This is an advanced training dummy controlled by Kane himself.

This dummy's strength and speed far exceed those of previous opponents.

Its goal is to test Zhang Meng's limits.

Zhang Meng stood in the center of the training ground.

His body trembled under the powerful attack of the dummy.

But there was no fear in his eyes, only determination.

His body moved under the attack of the dummy.

His movements changed under the attack of the dummy.

His body trembled in pain, but his will was as strong as iron.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Zhang Meng found the weakness of the dummy.

His fist struck the dummy's heart and his foot knocked down its support.

The dummy fell to the ground and Zhang Meng stood beside it, his body trembling in pain, but his eyes flashed with victory.

At this moment, he felt a warm current surging from his body.

Suddenly, he felt strong again.

It’s the feeling of that first awakening!

He took a deep breath, feeling the warmth strengthening his body.

At this moment, a voice appeared in his mind, which was exactly the voice he heard when he came.

"Awakening successfully, you get super physique (primary)"

"Your physique is ten times that of an average person. Your strength, speed, and reaction are far beyond that of an average person."

Hearing this, Zhang Meng was not happy at all, but disappointed instead.

Because he knew that he still could not escape the gaze of God.

It's ridiculous.

Obviously the decision has been made.

You have to rely on yourself, even if it means death.

But now, it was seen by God again.

He suddenly understood Li Cang.

I'm afraid that's just how the other party is.

Being noticed, and then being abandoned!

Damn it, I was so stupid.

It’s not that Li Cang did anything wrong, Li Cang did nothing wrong.

What was wrong was just an overly arrogant attitude.

It didn’t last until the end!

There was a cold gleam in his eyes, he felt the new strength, and his body exuded a powerful aura.

He knew that, on the surface, he was no longer a weakling who needed protection, but was now a real warrior.

But in reality, he is just a toy.

A toy of God.

……

This evening.

As Zhang Meng continued to practice alone on the training ground, suddenly a group of familiar figures appeared in his sight.

They were the same group of people who had beaten him last time, and there was a hint of mockery and disdain in their eyes.

They didn't seem to recognize Zhang Meng.

They seemed to think he was still the helpless recruit.

Zhang Meng sneered in his heart: A group of tools are here.

It seems that the training ground is going to make money on its own.

"Look, that new recruit is still in training," one of them laughed, "How strong does he think he can become?"

There was a flash of coldness in Zhang Meng's eyes. He didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly, waiting for their arrival.

The group of people came closer, and their smiles froze when they saw Zhang Meng's eyes.

They sensed a hint of something unusual.

Anyone can feel how powerful Zhang Meng is now.

It’s like an ordinary person standing in front of Tyson. As long as he is not a fool, he can see the gap.

But somehow they are still arrogant.

There seemed to be a voice that made them subconsciously ignore this bad feeling.

"Kid, what are you doing here?" the leader challenged, "Do you want to be taught a lesson too?"

Zhang Meng didn't answer, but his body suddenly moved.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and his footsteps left a trail of afterimages on the ground.

The fist flew through the air, making a sound of breaking through the air.

It was actually a supersonic punch!

This is going to be a crushing battle.
Before the group of people could react, Zhang Meng's fist had already hit the first person in the face.

The man's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.

The others stepped back in horror, their eyes filled with fear.

They tried to fight back, but their movements were as slow as a snail in Zhang Meng's eyes.

Zhang Meng's body shuttled among them, and his fists and kicks hit everyone accurately.

Every strike was powerful, every move was graceful.

And Zhang Meng's body seemed to no longer be flesh and blood, but a perfect fighting machine.

Every attack he made the group groan in pain.

And their bodies trembled under Zhang Meng's strength.

The fight was over quickly and the group of people lay on the ground.

Their eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

They finally recognized Zhang Meng, the fugitive!
But they couldn't understand why this new recruit, who had once been easily defeated by them, could now easily defeat them.

Zhang Meng stood among them, his body emitting a powerful aura.

His eyes were full of determination.

He knew that he was no longer a weakling who needed protection, but was now a real warrior.

Zhang Meng stood in the center of the training ground, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

He knew that his power had already awakened.

His body has become strong, but these are still illusions, "borrowed" from others.

It may feel comfortable for a while, but it will definitely bring bitter consequences in the future!

He knew that strength was not everything and the real battle had just begun.

"Zhang Meng, you did a great job," Kane's voice echoed on the training ground, "You have proven your strength."

Zhang Meng nodded, his eyes firm.

"I know, Kane, but I also know that this is just the beginning."

Kane's eyes were filled with admiration. "Very good, Zhang Meng, you are ready to face the real battle."

Zhang Meng took a deep breath and said, "Give me a task!"

(End of this chapter)