Infinite Fighting

Chapter 2 Fighter

In the early morning, Zhang Ji woke up after hearing the sound of a flute.

Then he put on his clothes in the fairly spacious room and washed his face with water from the bucket.

After doing all this, he went out to have breakfast.

His job involved loading and unloading cargo, everything, about twelve hours a day, with almost no rest time.

Fortunately, his body is strong enough that he has been able to do this for seven days without any major problems.

Here we provide three meals a day, you can eat your fill and there is meat.

And it was relatively not bad to eat, and was even better than the three meals a day he had before he traveled through time.

As for pre-prepared dishes, they don’t taste that bad.

He has adapted to life here.

Although it is quite troublesome to take a shower and go to the toilet, at least I survived.

After getting his plate and ordering his food in the cafeteria, Zhang Ji sat down next to a sturdy man with his sleeves rolled up.

This man's name is Gu Ming, and he was the one who greeted Zhang Ji on the first day.

The local residents who were born and raised on Shanli Island are considered the descendants of "criminals".

Unlike Zhang Ji, he was married and even had a son.

"It's time to pay wages today." Gu Ming said to Zhang Ji.

"I know." Zhang Ji replied while eating.

"I mean, don't conflict with them." Gu Ming said in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ji asked puzzled.

Although the work here has no hope and no future, and compared to the days before the time travel it is like doing forced labor, he has no plans to do anything wrong at the moment.

"Maybe a little less." Gu Ming said.

"Withholding?" Zhang Ji reacted and said, "Does Uncle Cheng know?"

"I know." Gu Ming said.

"Why, he doesn't care? It was clearly agreed that there would be so many"

Zhang Ji paused halfway through his words.

He is an adult who has experienced society and is not as young as he looks now.

So he knew that the world was never fair, let alone in this place.

He looked at the calluses on his hands where the skin was rubbed, and felt the dull pain in his feet and shoulders. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

His shoulders were rubbed raw, his feet were bruised, and the blisters on his palms broke twice. He just wanted the treatment that was agreed upon at the beginning.

"I'm done eating, you should hurry up too."

Gu Ming quickly finished the food on his plate, then stood up and left.

Zhang Ji also finished his meal in a few bites, put away the plate, and immediately went back to work.

He worked diligently on loading and unloading until noon.

After dinner, the workers here were gathered together by a leader named Yin Kun.

He is a subordinate of Mr. Kui and is responsible for distributing the local currency, "Kui Coin", to the people here.

It is a small battery with a "Kui" character printed on it, about the size of a thumb and as flat as a coin.

It has some practical value and can be used to start some electronic devices, but it is more of a symbolic meaning.

"Come and collect your money if your name is called." Yin Kun said, "Gao Lang, Wang Yi"

The workers stepped forward and received the small batteries that looked like coins.

No one received the actual number, and as Yin Kun counted, there would be ten or twenty less.

"Zhang Ji."

Yin Kun read out Zhang Ji's name.

Zhang Ji walked forward.

Yin Kun looked at Zhang Ji, then looked at the records.

"You've been here for eight days, so it's one hundred and sixty." Yin Kun took a small box full of batteries from the side, pushed it across the table in front of Zhang Ji and said.

Zhang Ji took a look and found that there were only 140 Kui coins in the box that was supposed to be filled with 200 Kui coins.

He didn't take the box.

Thinking of the hardships he had endured during this period, he became inexplicably stubborn.

"Wrong." Zhang Ji stared at Yin Kun and said.

"Wrong?" Yin Kun sneered and said, "Yes, it is wrong. You are the last one to come. You should give me twenty more gifts."

As he spoke, he took out another twenty Kui coins from the box.

Zhang Ji looked at Yin Kun, there was no anger in his eyes, only coldness.

"Take it and get out! Why are you looking at me?" Yin Kun said angrily.

Zhang Ji took off his blue work jacket and picked up the crowbar beside him. He had been staring at it.

The two younger brothers beside Yin Kun also stepped forward and prepared to take action.

The workers nearby were startled, but no one came to help.

Yin Kun and Zhang Ji looked at each other and said, "Don't you want to do this anymore?"

"Not enough!" Zhang Ji said.

There was a fire burning in his heart.

He was very dissatisfied with the inexplicable time travel and the life he had to endure.

He refused to accept such oppression.

Suddenly, Yin Kun grabbed a handful of Kui coins and smashed them at Zhang Ji. The Kui coins fell all over the ground, and the sound of tinkling was endless.

"You fucking slut, you're only fit to do hard labor for the rest of your life." Yin Kun said, "What are you looking at? Didn't you say it wasn't enough? I've given it all to you! Pick it up!"

Zhang Ji narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the crowbar. Gu Ming stepped forward quickly and helped Zhang Ji pick up the Kui coins, saying at the same time, "Why don't you thank Brother Kun!"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Ji put down the crowbar, picked up his own share, and picked up the Kui coins on the ground with Gu Ming.

He has no ties and can fight for his life, but Gu Ming has a family. If he fights anyway, Gu Ming will inevitably be implicated.

There were extra coins in this handful, but he only picked up the portion that was his, and did not pick up any extra coins. After picking up the coins, he and Gu Ming turned around and left.

The two sat on the stairs, and Gu Ming said to Zhang Ji: "Try not to get angry with the people above. It's not easy to work here."

Yes, the job of loader is even a good job in the whole Kuicheng District.

So even if some of the money was deducted, no one would say anything.

"I want to go eat roast duck rice, please eat it." Zhang Ji said to Gu Mingdao.

"Okay." Gu Ming did not refuse and nodded directly.

Soon, the two arrived at the Wang's Roast Duck Rice again.

The restaurant is very simple, with only a dozen tables and stools next to them.

The only difference from other places is that there is a TV hanging on the wall here.

Quite a big TV.

About seventy or eighty inches.

Zhang Ji noticed that the dog at the door was replaced.

It seems that the previous dog did not survive.

The boss didn't have much impression of Zhang Ji, the man who killed his dog. After all, they met very briefly and he didn't even have a chance to see Zhang Ji's face. At that time, Zhang Ji had been lying down eating dog food, and it might also be because he had changed his clothes.

"Two roast duck meals." said Zhang Ji.

"Ten pieces." said the boss.

Zhang Ji counted out ten batteries and gave them to his boss, and he went to prepare them.

Just take out the roast duck from the packaging bag, heat it up, slaughter it, and then put it on the rice.

There is no farming industry here, so it is impossible to get fresh ducks for you to eat.

And most importantly, it is the lowest cost.

Zhang Ji calculated that he could eat four meals of roast duck in one day's work.

In this place, it seems quite luxurious.

If you work in other places, you can only produce ten batteries a day at most, and it is not necessarily easier than theirs.

"By the way, don't go to Cat Street with them. Many of the people there are sick. I'll introduce you to a better girl later." Gu Ming suddenly said.

Cat Street is considered the fireworks alley here.

Zhang Ji didn't want to go to that kind of place for the time being, so he nodded and said, "I understand."

Then his attention was drawn to the TV.

A fighting event was being broadcast on TV.

Two amateur seventh-degree fighters are competing.

The venue is not a ring, but a place similar to a colosseum, with some props and obstacles.

As one of them punched a solid cement brick and broke it, the other one jumped more than three meters high from the ground. Zhang Ji's expression changed slightly.

Then the two men started fighting in close combat. The one who was hit by a punch flew several meters away, but was able to get up and fight again quickly.

This is simply superhuman!!
At this moment, Zhang Ji remembered again that he seemed to have traveled into the game world.

The upper limit of this fighting game is outrageous
"Your meal!"

The boss placed two servings of roast duck rice in front of Zhang Ji and Gu Ming.

Gu Ming was eating and asked Zhang Ji, who was still staring at him, "Do you like watching fighting games?"

Zhang Ji hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I want to become a fighter."

It's not just that he has been thinking about it for a while, but now he suddenly has a goal.

"It's not easy here. If you practice blindly you won't even be able to reach amateur level," said Gu Ming.

"Are formal fighters powerful? Have you ever seen one?" Zhang Ji asked.

"That's Mr. Kui." Gu Ming said, "He practices Iron Shirt. It is said that ordinary pistols cannot penetrate his defense."

D-level!
Zhang Ji secretly classified Kratos into different levels in his heart.

In the game "Supreme Fighting", the fighting realms and styles are not complicated.

In the version played by Zhang Ji, the official set a total of eight levels.

The top-level K-level is the kind that always exists in the background, and the official has not given any data on how strong it is.

SSS level, planetary level combat power, as the name suggests, already has the powerful force to shatter stars.

Super S-level, also called SS-level, continental-level combat power.

S level, the level that can destroy cities and countries.

Level A, the combat records in the background are different, because they are in different eras, and cannot be uniformly measured, but under the technological background, even nuclear missiles cannot kill them.

B-level, a strong fighter, with a background story about a person who fought against the modern army and won.

C-level, with attributes far exceeding those of ordinary humans. Among firearms, only large-caliber sniper rifles can cause damage to them, and those with strong perception can avoid them in advance.

Level D, a formal fighter, has broken the limits of the human body in some aspects. Facing ordinary people holding ordinary firearms, they are already at the level of completely crushing them. The top ones have a record of winning against hundreds of fully armed military personnel.

Going further down is the amateur level.

That is, those beings who seem like martial arts masters that are shown on TV now.

At this time, the winner had already been decided on TV.

One of them put on an act, pretending to be injured to trick the other into rushing forward, then he punched the other in the head, knocking him flying.

That punch was enough to shatter a solid brick, but when it hit the amateur seventh-degree fighter, it just made him lie on the ground and struggle for a long time without being able to get up. It didn't look fatal, and it wasn't even a serious injury.

Act?

Maybe there is some truth to that, but at least some of it is true.

The TV started playing commercials and Zhang Ji lowered his head and started eating.

He made up his mind secretly.

Set a small goal first and become a formal fighter!

　There are tickets available.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)