The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

He scorned practicing combat and scorned practicing force exertion.


Many Awakeners are like that; Liu Dezhu was no exception in his early days.


But Qing Chen was different, he was always training.


Thus, these people, in terms of combat talent, motor reflexes, combat experience, and control over fighting distance, were worlds apart from Qing Chen who had fought his way up from the bottom.


Still the same notion, Qing Chen had spent countless hours refining himself, and time would give him the answer.


"You, a Time Traveler holding a Taboo, it's like a gold-rimmed chamber pot, what's the use of it? Better give it to me," Qing Chen removed the Tail ring from Capri's pinky, curious why the other had never used it once?


Was he scared silly by it? That was a factor.


But Qing Chen felt, a bigger likelihood was that this Taboo might be functional and might not directly bring about a reversal of the situation.


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