The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

The brutal, elite education system of Weixing had taught Li Zhen one thing countless times.

That means the aliens must dare to throw a punch at any opponent.

It's not just about punching the weak without any pity in your heart.

Even when facing an unbeatable opponent, you must dare to throw a punch!

This peculiar and unique education makes the aliens fight like they have a stubborn skin disease—calm, collected, and fearless.

For example, if the future regent wants to find a few sparring partners, many aliens will raise their hands to sign up, even if they lose their lives in this "sparring" session, they will still show their indomitable fighting spirit.

Of course, they could also simply want to fight against stronger opponents.

And even if it means death, they will tear a piece of flesh from a much stronger opponent.

Therefore, even the young Trigger, who was already significantly stronger than ordinary Vikings before becoming regent, would never hire more than four Vikings as sparring partners each time.

It wasn't out of fear, but rather because Trigger had grander ambitions, and he simply didn't want to be so foolish as to fall halfway through his journey.

Because an attack by five ordinary Visians would very likely kill him, no matter how much their faction needed Trigger's leadership in the civil war.

Being killed in a sparring match only proves that one is overly arrogant in their self-assessment, fails to recognize reality, and is ultimately a weakling.

Yes.

If you are beaten to death, then you are the weak one.

No matter how arduous the training you endured or how strong your willpower you displayed, it doesn't matter.

Moreover, Li Zhen was born during the civil war on Planet Wei, and he experienced a bloodier and more brutal version of education than usual on Planet Wei.

God knows how devastating the educational philosophy of the Witrum people during this period was for Li Zhen, who had lived in a peaceful society in her previous life.

So, although Li Zhen survived and even displayed her bloodline talent, she was promoted to a higher class at the young age of fourteen to participate in the bloody coming-of-age ceremony with the seventeen-year-old Witrum.

But for the past decade or so, he has dreamed of returning to Earth and escaping the nightmare of Witrum.

His underlying color still retains a touch of Earth's blue.

Therefore, he did not immediately throw a punch at "Immortal".

Li Zhen pondered for a while with a bitter expression, unable to understand why the Immortal, who could be cut in half by Omnipotent in the original work, was so powerful that even just looking at him from afar was somewhat suffocating.

"Unless, after the cataclysmic virus event, the surviving beings of Vitrum underwent another incomprehensible evolution..."

"Therefore, I misjudged the difference in strength between myself and Omnipotent, and I also misjudged the strength of Immortal."

His distant memories of his past life reminded him that he still had a chance to live.

That is to completely abandon the mindset of the Witrum people, humbly beg at the feet of the strong, and the immortal hero, who is also imbued with the spirit of peace, would surely not kill him without a second thought, no matter how suspicious he may be.

Earth has its own laws of survival.

Just like the Witrum survival principle he realized when he was five years old, he completely abandoned the ideas and thinking from peaceful society.

No struggle, no pain, no hesitation.

Do not show any weakness.

That way, they can survive on Witrum.

Live to see the day when hope appears.

The Immortal has finally arrived outside the escape pod.

His long black hair was loose, and his full beard prevented him from showing any outward expression.

But the wariness and suspicion in his eyes were clearly evident.

The immortal warriors of this era may not necessarily be heroes, but simply powerful beings on Earth who can live forever.

The long years are enough for him to change his mindset several times. What might be a once-in-a-lifetime change of spiritual beliefs could be as commonplace as eating rice for an immortal.

No one would be uneasy about a strange and unfamiliar alien spaceship, especially when it is heading straight for their home planet.

Perhaps the idea that humility can ensure survival is merely an escape for the weak.

Li Zhen's knees finally gave way.

Everything he did was for today; changing his mindset and abandoning the past should have been easy for him.

But he still clenched his fists and began to mobilize the power in his already broken body, like wringing a tattered rag.

Tighten it again.

The coarse fibers broke apart along with years of accumulated dust, and the act of accumulating strength pushed life into the abyss of death.

The brain begins to feel drowsy due to excessive blood loss.

Fourteen years of longing buried deep in her subconscious led Li Zhen to cast her lingering gaze one last time towards her azure hometown.

Even though she may not be from the same hometown.

The wound kept bursting open, bleeding profusely, accompanied by the teeth-grinding creaking noise of the lifeboat being torn open. Large amounts of blood floated in the weightless environment like a piece of scarlet silk.

He leaped lightly towards the dark figure that tore through the special aviation metal as easily as tearing a tissue.

Punch.

Li Zhen's pupils appeared somewhat dull due to the excessive force of squeezing her mangled body. Due to ischemia and long-term frostbite damage, this punch was even weaker than when she was five years old.

He was too badly injured; perhaps his entire plan to escape and return home was just a dream.

Perhaps his physical strength was simply insufficient to fly to Earth?

The newcomer easily grabbed his fist.

The enormous difference in force was like a hydraulic press clamping down on a crisp old match that had been forgotten in a corner for decades.

No matter how careful the other party was, Li Zhen's bones still creaked as if they were about to break.

Why is he so powerful?

Li Zhen's lips had long since lost their color, and as her pupils dilated, her final thoughts burst forth.

But then, a warmth several times stronger than the previous warm aura abruptly froze the dying Li Zhen in place.

The pupils slowly contracted.

There was no trace of the wariness he had shown when he first flew to the lifeboat in the bearded man's eyes.

There was another emotion that Li Zhen had long forgotten, an emotion that no Witrum person would ever reveal to him.

"I'm sorry to tear up your spaceship, but I'm afraid you won't last long before I push you and the spaceship back together."

A warm, large hand embraced Li Zhen, pulling her into an even stronger and broader chest.

"Your injuries are severe. I need to stay close to you so that I can use my biofield to extend your life by about ten seconds."

A keyword that shouldn't have appeared triggered Li Zhen's lingering resentment. Her still somewhat unfocused pupils rolled blankly for a moment before locking onto a mark on the other person's chest that should never have appeared at all.

It shouldn't be a logo that appears alongside the comics featuring the planet Witrum.

An S, shimmering with silver light, is branded onto a black undershirt.

The light and shadow of the starry sky stretched into countless fragmented colored lines in an instant, and then appeared again in a dimly lit room in the next second.

The gravity was so familiar it was almost reassuring, unlike the cramped and oppressive feeling on Witrum.

It is Earth.

A figure reflected in the glow flickered in the last few seconds of light reflected from the pupil.