Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 446 Wang Zhenjiang: Why? This is not scientific at all!
Darkness. Eternal darkness.

Wang Zhenjiang's consciousness floated in this void, like a dead leaf spinning in an endless river. His perception was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if he was in an endless dream. The fragments of memory were like sharp glass shards, constantly stinging his remaining consciousness.

"Is this what death feels like?"

He remembered that punch - the fist light called "The Twelve Zodiac Roars", which was so domineering that he could never imagine in his entire life.

Even though the man in black robe had deliberately held back, that force still penetrated his demonic body, heart, and mind without any hindrance, crushing his existence from the root!
The moment the fist light hit him, he saw the stars annihilated.

Billions of points of light slipped through his fingers like grains of sand, and each one carried a piece of his memory.

Everything turned into nothingness in that dazzling light.

"What a terrifying punch!"

Wang Zhenjiang's consciousness was filled with bitterness. He should have completely disappeared, but a trace of will remained. Was this the man's mercy, or another punishment?
Deep in my consciousness, the power of those three punches is still reverberating.

The first punch shattered his demonic body, the second punch pierced his demonic heart, and the third punch completely severed his obsession to cross the years.

Each punch was like an entire universe exploding, erasing his existence from the river of time and space.

But the strange thing is that in this absolute destruction, a glimmer of hope was deliberately preserved.

"Why don't you just kill me?"

This question lingered in Wang Zhenjiang's remaining consciousness. Until -

"boom!"

There was a slight sound, as if some barrier was broken.

Wang Zhenjiang suddenly felt that he had fallen into a warm place. There was no darkness or nothingness here, only a familiar yet strange atmosphere.

He smelled grass.

Wang Zhenjiang woke up.

—In the body of a child.

To be more precise, he awakened deep in the consciousness of his youngest son, a person he had never dared to imagine, let alone face.

"A Luo, stop touching me."

Wang Zhenjiang opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, but with a hint of gentleness that he himself was not even aware of.

This tone was forgotten after he became the Dark Lord.

When was the last time he spoke in this tone? Was it when he was teaching Ah Luo how to practice boxing? Or when he was telling him a bedtime story?
"Who?! Who's talking?!"

Wang Luo jumped up in fright and slapped his head frantically, as if there was some monster hiding inside.

The ten-year-old boy even subconsciously assumed a martial arts starting stance, although Wang Zhenjiang saw many flaws in his stance - his left hand was raised too high, his right leg was stretched too straight, and he looked like he was about to be beaten.

Wang Zhenjiang was silent for a moment.

Through Wang Luo's eyes, he saw the night sky of this world - dotted with stars, moonlight like water, exactly the same as the hometown in his memory.

The bright moon was still hanging high in the sky, as if it had never changed. Under the moonlight was the familiar farmhouse courtyard: the crooked jujube tree, the bluestone well, and the swing that always creaked.

But he knew that this was not his world.

His world had long been reduced to scorched earth in the devil's flames; even the moonlight was bloody.

I used to be in a daze, and I could forget all these memories, standing in the wreckage of the world as a crazy black martial god, mad and unable to extricate myself. But now, although I lost all my martial arts after being beaten by the black-robed man with three punches, my mind and will have turned a disaster into a blessing. My long-defiled devil nature has become crystal clear, like a Mani pearl, unprecedentedly clear and sober, almost sublimated and transformed!
So... some things that are too hard to recall naturally emerge in one's mind.

At this moment, Wang Zhenjiang's remaining soul trembled violently.

The memories that he had buried with madness now emerged with incredible clarity.

Memories came flooding back:

His wife...

His eldest son...

The last time the young Wang Lu called out "Dad", her voice was filled with fear and confusion...

He stood in the middle of the ruins, holding three charred bodies in his arms, howling in a way that was not human.
It was because of their deaths that he fell to the ranks of the black warriors, which led to countless past mistakes that he could not bear to look back on.

In the end, the whole world was reduced to scorched earth and ashes under his uncontrolled power...

"What have I done?" Wang Zhenjiang murmured.

Everything seemed meaningless, but who could have thought that in the blink of an eye, he would be possessed by the "youngest son" from another world!
"I'm your father," he whispered, with a hope in his voice that he himself didn't even realize.

"Nonsense! I am your father!" Wang Luo shouted angrily, his little face flushed red, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

The child even stood on tiptoe, trying to make himself look taller, like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

Wang Zhenjiang: “.”

He suddenly found it a little funny.

If it was before - no, even a few breaths ago, he would have been extremely furious, with the devilish will torn apart, the devilish energy surging, directly occupying this body, and then letting Wang Luo know what the wrath of the "God of War" was!

Even though Wang Luo is his youngest son, this is no exception!
He is ruthless, lawless, selfless and invincible, which is the true portrayal of him as the Black God of War!

But now, all his secret magic skills were broken up by the black-robed man with three punches, and his mind was clearer than ever before.

He is no longer the Black Warrior who destroyed the entire world in a daze, and then dragged the remnants of the world with an inexplicable expression, crossing the years like a coffin and a tombstone on his back.

But everything is irreversible.

Because now he is just a remnant soul with nothing but a trace of will.

"This brat is still the same as before." He sighed, but his tone became inexplicably softer.

"I just don't know what I can do to train Ah Luo in this world. I hope he is not even as good as me. He is just a small farm owner. How can he know the greatness of the "God of War"..."

Then, through the thoughts and ideas that Wang Luo inadvertently emitted, Wang Zhenjiang obtained his own information in this world without any hindrance.

then……

Wang Zhenjiang's demonic heart, which was crystal clear and looked like a Mani Pearl, suddenly vibrated and churned, and almost broke apart.

"How is this possible! How is this possible! In this world, at this point in time, I am already a 'God of War'!!"

Especially through the memory of his youngest son, Wang Zhenjiang could clearly see that the entire Laijun, and even the whole world was trembling because of him, and even willingly bowed down under his sword. He felt even more indescribable.

"How could he! How could he? He... I... Why? This is not scientific at all!!!"

(End of this chapter)