Killing the Heaven with One's Body

Zhao Meng had been dragged by Chen Fei to run for a whole day at Chen's house. He had never felt so tired in a month of training. His whole body seemed to fall apart. It was not until the evening that Zhao Meng found a chance to escape. After returning home, he hurriedly ate two mouthfuls of food and fell asleep. In his dream, there was that scene again. Zhao Meng woke up from the bed instantly. Looking at the ceiling, he realized that it was a dream again. Zhao Meng had dreamed of the scene in the dream countless times. It took a long time for Zhao Meng to get up and walk out of the house. Looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, Zhao Meng's heart couldn't help but surge. He missed his hometown. At this time, someone suddenly said, "It's cold at night. Master, please put on more clothes."

Zhao Meng was startled by the sudden voice, and then turned around to see his butler, Uncle Chen. Zhao Meng was immersed in his own emotions and didn't notice anyone approaching him. Zhao Meng was also stunned for a moment, and then he said: "Uncle Chen, please make me some food, I'm hungry"

Uncle Chen: "Okay, what do you want to eat, young master?"

Zhao Meng: "Cook a bowl of noodles, and add an egg."

Uncle Chen: "Master, please wait a moment. I will do it right away."

Looking at Uncle Chen turning and leaving, Zhao Meng's eyes were filled with long-lost tears. While sitting at the table waiting for dinner, Zhao Meng was still in a daze, still in a trance. From the sudden murder at the beginning to the various things that happened later and up to the present experience, sometimes Zhao Meng felt like it was really a dream. At this time, Uncle Chen walked in and placed a bowl of steaming noodles in front of Zhao Meng. Seeing the steaming noodles, Zhao Meng could no longer suppress his inner feelings. Tears fell straight down, and he cried while eating. Uncle Chen saw this scene and then quietly retreated. At this moment, Zhao Meng felt vaguely that he seemed to have a sense of belonging in this small town, and this sense of belonging came from a bowl of noodles from the housekeeper late at night.

After finishing his noodles, Zhao Meng suddenly remembered something and hurried to the window. He suddenly saw a figure in the yard. He then looked out the window.

"Wait a minute, let me drink some water. I just finished my meal. Are you hungry? Do you want to come up and have a meal?"

After Zhao Meng finished speaking, the figure downstairs still just stood there without making any response, which made Zhao Meng feel bored. So, he turned over and went downstairs. The two of them started fighting without saying much. At the beginning, it was just a simple test, more like warming up with each other. Although the movements were not very fast, Zhao Meng could feel this solid power, a very solid feeling. After a quick exchange of moves, the speed of the two began to increase continuously. Fortunately, the yard of Zhao Meng's house was large enough. The two of them kept going back and forth, constantly receiving, solving and attacking. If the fight between the two was not at night, no one would think that they were strangers who did not know each other. Zhao Meng constantly applied his training results to actual combat. Pure theory was definitely not enough, and the black-clothed man on the opposite side could see that Zhao Meng was using him as a training partner, and then he changed his fighting style and began to have the same idea as Zhao Meng. In this way, the two of them did their "deeds" in the dark, until the sky was about to light up, the black-clothed man left, and Chen Bo also walked out of the room at this time.

Uncle Chen: "Master, did you sleep well last night?"

At this moment, Zhao Meng looked at Uncle Li in front of him and wanted to say something but swallowed the words back.

When Zhao Meng woke up again, it was almost noon. Zhao Meng walked out of the house still thinking about last night's battle. Although he had only fought with the man in black twice, it might be because Zhao Meng spent most of his time in seclusion practicing and lacked the experience of actual combat with others. Therefore, every time he fought with the man in black, he could always find problems that he could not find in theory. This might be the way to survive by fighting, and to discover one's own shortcomings in battle. Fighting itself is not the key to becoming stronger. The key lies in what one can gain from the battle.

Therefore, Zhao Meng would think a lot after each fight, so Zhao Meng always looked silly in the past few days, and could hardly hear anyone's voice. The housekeeper called him "Young Master" several times last time, until he thought something happened to Zhao Meng and walked up to him and patted him before he came back to his senses. So this time, Uncle Chen saw that Zhao Meng was still in that state and did not continue to disturb him. He just left after confirming that Zhao Meng could walk freely. Zhao Meng was still immersed in his own world, sometimes gesticulating, his mind was full of last night's game, and he remembered every move and every style clearly.

Just as Zhao Meng was still recalling, a big slap hit the back of his head, almost hurting him. Zhao Meng covered his head with difficulty and looked back...