When I was fifteen years old, I walked into the Wanbing Rift Valley. Everyone thought I was dead inside.
Five years later, I came out alive and beat up the elf overlords in the valley.
My mother is the Heavenly King and my aunt is the Four Heavenly Kings. They asked me: How was my five years of training?
I said: It's okay.
Then I took an Ice Nine Tails, all the way south from the north, and pushed across the Eighth Avenue Pavilion.
Fire element? Just do it. Fighting type? Just do it. Electric system? Just do it.
My mother told all the gym owners in advance: fight with all your strength, don't let go.
Unfortunately, no one can stop me.
If the king is not enough, then fight to win the championship.
Championship is not enough - then go up.
