Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 404 Wang Zhenjiang: Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the rise and fall of a country!
Classmate Wang Li was like an NPC who issued tasks and was responsible for killing but not burying. After completing his tasks to his father and that stinky little brother, he patted his butt and disappeared into the night.

After all, those "singularities" created by traveling through time again and again with the power of the "seventh sense microcosm", although also affected by the distortion of time and space, have given birth to many extremely powerful, even arrogant and lawless beings like the FGO multiverse.

But in the final analysis, the "Earth" is so big. Even if we add those exotic worlds, those strong beings are only at the "explosive star" level in terms of mechanism or strength if they don't have a chance.

In this case, Wang Li simply handed the matter of the "singularity" to Old Man Wang to deal with, and regarded it as a trial for him, which was just right for Old Man Wang to venture out.

Again, Wang Li has trained his father for such a long time, supporting him all the way to the level of "sixth sense", and then in the future on the road of training as a Saint Seiya, he still needs his son to carry him and continue to move forward?

Just trust your father's wisdom...

……

Wang Li assigned the tasks in his hands, but Wang Zhenjiang and his son, who received the tasks, were not in such a good mood...

The silver moonlight is like water, quietly sprinkling on the mountain behind the farmhouse.

The training hut, which was on the verge of falling apart in the series of events that night and was only supported by a few wooden pillars, seemed to be coated with a layer of silver light on every piece of rubble.

Wang Zhenjiang stood with his hands behind his back, and his cloth shoes rolled over a piece of gravel that had just collapsed due to the transformation of his Capricorn Cloth, making a slight cracking sound.

He looked in the direction where the black-robed senior disappeared, his brows furrowed into a deep furrow.

At this moment, the night wind blew through his short hair, bringing a hint of early autumn coolness, but it could not dispel the heat in his heart.

"Dad, is the senior really gone?" Wang Luo stood three meters behind his father and spoke cautiously.

The light golden mark on his forehead was still slightly hot, like a red-hot iron. The surging power in his body was washing over every meridian like a tide. Although it did not allow his strength to increase dramatically in an instant, it was constantly consolidating his physical quality and qualifications, bringing unimaginable changes to Wang Luo's future!

What is great creation?

This is!
This made Wang Luo both frightened and excited.

Although he had never looked down upon him in the beginning, his father, who had risen to the level of "Super Martial God" by living off his wife, always believed that his actions were a blasphemy to "martial arts" and that he was a real traitor.

But when Wang Luo stuffed this soft, sweet and delicious rice into his mouth, he sincerely felt: "Mm, it smells so good!"

"My family, who understands? Today, I, Wang Luo, can even stand and ask for food!"

Wang Zhenjiang did not answer immediately. His sixth sense was working at full capacity, and the veins on his temples were slightly bulging.

The time and space fluctuations remaining in the air were as fine as a spider web, but when he tried to capture them, it was like trying to scoop up flowing water with his hands. It was as if the black-robed senior who had been cultivating him until now had never existed.

Only the dilapidated and extremely broken training hut in front of him proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

"Really gone?"

Wang Zhenjiang finally sighed, and when he turned to look at his son, his eyes unconsciously fell on Wang Luo's forehead, on that mark that ordinary people could not see or guess at all.

The pattern was like a lock and also like a door. While it gave Wang Luo an unimaginable future and potential, it was also like a series of shackles that required Wang Luo to break through them layer by layer with his own will. There was no other way!

Wang Zhenjiang knew clearly that this was Wang Luo’s test, just like his own!
"What do you think of the task given to you by the senior? Can you win?" Wang Zhenjiang asked thoughtfully, looking at the light golden mark on his son's forehead. Wang Luo rubbed his palms with both hands, but his eyes flashed with the confidence unique to teenagers. He stretched out his hand and gave his father a thumbs up, showing a confident smile: "It's just a city-level martial arts competition. I'm not bragging, I can get first place with my eyes closed! Don't worry, Dad, I'm sure to win!"

"Ah."

Wang Zhenjiang did not comment on his youngest son's self-confidence.

As a Saint with the sixth sense who is close to the orthodox version, he has a feeling telling him that the "Laijun Youth Cup Martial Arts Competition" that the black-robed senior casually mentioned as if no one in the world cares about it may not be as simple as they imagined.

The simplest inference is that if this martial arts competition is really very simple, then why would the senior in black robe offer another entry into the "Death Queen Island" as a reward?

But it doesn't matter.

He will take action!!

No matter how intense and shady a martial arts competition is, is it possible that a group of "super martial arts gods" of the same level as him would emerge and gang up on him?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
and so……

There’s nothing to worry about, you’re guaranteed to win!

"Go sign up for the competition tomorrow," Wang Zhenjiang suddenly said, his voice as low as thunder, with unquestionable firmness.

He opened and clenched the five fingers of his right hand, and a string of tiny electric sparks exploded in the air.

"As for me, I have a lot of things to do here. I want to focus my main energy on conquering the 'Singularity'."

Hearing this, Wang Luo paused, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
He hesitated for a moment, his fingers unconsciously stroking the corners of his clothes, "Dad, those singularities and timelines sound so dangerous. Can you do it?"

"Hehe~" Wang Zhenjiang's mouth twitched and his left eyelid began to twitch uncontrollably.

Danger?

It's more than just dangerous!
Correcting history and reshaping the timeline is simply going against the will of heaven.

He subconsciously touched his chest. The Capricorn Cloth, which should have been condensed from his own energy, had already turned from virtual to real and was so indestructible.

But as Wang Li said, he has received too many gifts - the sixth sense microcosm, the iron armor, and various extraordinary abilities. These are not free lunches.

Wang Zhenjiang thought back to the night a few days ago. From the moment the senior in black robe appeared in front of him, there was no possibility for him to refuse!

Wang Luo was keenly aware of the determination in his father's words and couldn't help but ask, "What do you think about these tasks, Dad?"

"What else can I think of? Of course I should tell the Han side about this right now." Wang Zhenjiang replied without hesitation: "As the saying goes, 'Every man has his share of responsibility for the fate of his country.' As the owner of Wang's Farmhouse, shouldn't I properly inform the Han side of such a big incident?"

Wang Luo: “Ah???”

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(End of this chapter)