My name is Chen Ping, and I am a time traveler.
When other people travel through time, they either become losers and counterattack, or the system adds to their abilities and reaches the top.
I'm relatively good at it. I'm at full level at the beginning.
The kind of max level that blows up the planet with one punch.
I originally thought that my life script should be like this:
"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"
"I am the only one in heaven and on earth!"
But my system arranged this script for me:
[Ding! Congratulations to the host! You have successfully turned a flat throw into a textbook defensive counterattack to dodge a fatal attack and use the barbell to counterattack! Your low profile is your sharpest weapon!
[Ding! Congratulations to the host! You have successfully disguised a violent wall breach as a combat calculation that accurately strikes the singularity of the building structure! Your wisdom is more powerful than your fists!
I looked at the crazy teammates who thought I was a strategic genius, and the dog system that was crazily swiping the screen in my mind.
I, a max-level boss who can crush gods and demons with one punch, obviously just use my fists when I want to, and I am just pretending to be cool!
