Zhuang Yao just wanted to leave quietly.
What he did did not need to be discovered by anyone.
When he left, he did not need to inform anyone.
From the moment his legs were gone, his life was as if a pause button had been pressed, everything frozen at the age of 27.
That mission, he had no regrets.
What he was unwilling to accept was that he could no longer carry out missions.
He could no longer charge at the forefront, blocking all the thorns.
Everything before the age of 27 was so vivid that it made the time after 27 seem insignificant.
In Zhuang Yao's life, only one mission was etched in his memory.
At the age of 27, that mission was put on pause.
Now, five years later, this mission would leave with him.
But he knew that after him, there would be more people to carry on this mission.
He was just… a little unwilling…
…
"Hey, wake up, wake up."
Meng Shen called out to the person and asked,
"Zhuang Yao, formerly a special forces soldier, currently 32 years old, correct?"
Zhuang Yao had been keeping his eyes open, but at the moment Meng Shen called him, he seemed to suddenly awaken from another state.
As if he had truly woken up.
He looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him and immediately became alert.
Soon, he noticed the presence of two other people.
The moment Zhuang Yao saw Jiang Lin, a light erupted in the depths of his pupils.
He had actually encountered this Lord Yama?!
"Look here, look here."
Meng Shen waved his hand in front of him and repeated what he had just said.
"I'm asking you a question."
Zhuang Yao collected his thoughts. Although he didn't know why there were three Lords Yama, the current situation was already very good.
"I am," he replied, standing up straight.
"Then that's fine."
Meng Shen put away his work ID, rolled up his sleeves, and flexed his wrists, saying enthusiastically,
"Let's have a fight!"
Zhuang Yao's serious expression faltered, "???"
A fight?
Lord Wuchang was going to fight him?
Zhuang Yao looked at Jiang Lin, then at the Lord Yama rolling up his sleeves in front of him.
What was going on?
This was a little different from what he understood…
Meng Shen looked up at him, "Aren't you from the special forces? Come on, let me see your skills."
…
"Huh??"
Not only was Meng Shen confused, but the viewers in the live stream were also bewildered.
Weren't they supposed to be guiding souls? Why were they fighting?
This Lord Meng had been saying it was a good mission before…
Was it just because the other party could fight??
"How are they supposed to fight? This soldier brother is just an ordinary soul…"
"With a wave of Lord Wuchang's hand, the soul would probably dissipate?"
"I have a guess, what if he loses and isn't allowed to move on?"
"If we go by the guess above, then winning would mean a prize?"
A prize?
What prize, a bowl of Meng Po soup?
No, no, no, the fact that a Lord Yama and a soul were having a one-on-one fight was already quite 'outlandish'.
"The characteristics of the Southern Palace are always so perplexing."
"Actually, does it really matter if the Lords Yama are perplexing or not?"
…
"Here it comes!"
In the live stream footage,
Meng Shen did not offer any further explanation but directly attacked.
Although Zhuang Yao didn't understand what was happening, his body instinctively dodged.
Years of training were deeply ingrained in his bones and soul!
It was also at this moment that Zhuang Yao suddenly realized his current state.
He was in a soul state, and his body could fly directly in the air!
Most importantly, his legs were back!
How long… how long had it been since he had felt the existence of his legs.
And now, he could clearly feel and control his legs to dodge and perform kicks.
His body was more relaxed and agile than ever before.
There was no pain, and none of the old ailments that used to torment him…
Zhuang Yao clenched his fists. Upon realizing this, his movements became even more agile.
Knowing that he wouldn't harm the Lords Yama, he unleashed all the combat techniques from his memory!
At this moment, he was 'alive'!
…
Beside them, Jiang Lin and Liu Buwei watched intently.
There were things that the viewers couldn't see, but they could.
The moment Meng Shen attacked, his ghostly aura was completely retracted in an instant, like an ordinary ghost.
If it were just retracting ghostly aura, they could also do it.
But to achieve such instant control as Meng Shen, it was probably not that easy.
Suddenly, Jiang Lin's eyes sharpened.
He looked at the battle ahead. Could this be the goal of the Southern Palace?
…
"Again!"
In the battle with Meng Shen, Zhuang Yao fought with increasing vigor, feeling his entire soul ignite.
During the five years he was immobile, he had simulated combat moves countless times in his mind, and charged into battle countless times in his dreams!
And now, he had truly done it!
He had stood up again!
He had thrown his punches again!
He had truly executed those killing moves!
With each exchange, Zhuang Yao could sometimes even attack Meng Shen, who had retracted his ghostly aura, and even force him back.
His reactions were getting faster, and the force of his punches was getting heavier!
He was rapidly adapting to his current state, and even more rapidly utilizing the characteristics of his soul to fight!!
He leaped up, and when the other party was about to defend, he accelerated again, flipping over and rushing behind him to launch a surprise attack.
As a Lord Yama of the Southern Palace, even with his ghostly aura retracted, Meng Shen's soul body had accumulated various experiences and reaction speeds honed over a hundred years, which were not to be underestimated.
Meng Shen quickly blocked Zhuang Yao's attack, created distance, and found an opportunity to strike again.
The two figures clashed continuously in the air, their battleground shifting from one side to another, completely engrossed and enjoying the fight!
"!!!"
In the live stream,
The viewers who had been watching the battle were shocked to discover that during this exchange…
As Zhuang Yao's movements became faster and faster, wisps of black mist began to flow from all directions.
They started to subtly entwine around Zhuang Yao's limbs, rotating with his every move.
His originally semi-transparent soul body was gradually becoming more solid.
Even his once weathered appearance was undergoing a subtle transformation.
His hair turned completely black, his skin became firm again, and his eyes were bright and piercing.
When he first emerged from his body, Zhuang Yao's appearance was similar to his physical body, looking like he was in his forties or fifties.
But now, he was becoming young and strong!
At 32 years old, a man should be in the prime of his physical condition, but Zhuang Yao had aged prematurely due to various reasons.
And now, he was regaining his appearance and state that he should have had at 32!
This change was very noticeable, completed within just a few minutes.
The viewers felt as if they were watching a hunched old man gradually straighten his back, returning to the time when he could punch tigers and kick mountains!
"He he he he he changed! He's transforming!"
"This is unscientific, a return to youth?! (ΩДΩ)"
"How did he do it? Was he originally like this? So cool!"
…
Zhuang Yao felt his soul burning, never so exhilarated.
He was completely unaware of the changes happening to him.
Earlier, when he was in his wheelchair and that young girl picked up the coin for him, his eyes were dim and lifeless, his expression indifferent…
His entire being exuded an aura of impending death.
Sometimes, a person's death begins with the slow withering of the heart.
But now, his eyes burned with a flame, and beneath his sharp brows, his gaze was particularly keen.
He didn't know if he was truly burning.
Burning away the deathly aura, burning away everything that stood in his way!
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