Spiritual Energy Era: Guarding the Home with Fists

Thirty years of spiritual energy recovery have never been a gift from heaven, but a colonial chess game played by thousands of people from outside the territory. The old civilization collapsed, and the world was abruptly divided into two poles. Within the high walls, the powerful monopolize martial arts, hide the truth of the world, and enjoy peace; In the gray zone wilderness, tens of millions of abandoned people have no medical care or food, and become consumables for hunting by strange beasts and exploitation by the class. Lu was born in the mud, with no bloodline, no talent, no secret treasure, and no system. There is only a pair of worn-out boxing gloves left behind by his father, and mortal bones worn out by desperate circumstances. In troubled times, there are no arrogant people, only ordinary people who carry forward the burden. He doesn't kill people to dominate, and he doesn't practice martial arts to become a god. Just for my mother who coughs up blood and is sick, just for my young and ignorant sister, Ask for a bowl of hot rice on a cold night, and keep a light in troubled times. Every step is bloody, and the situation is broken layer by layer. He has seen the backstabbing of refugees, the cold rules, the hypocrisy of the upper echelons, and the hostility that makes him almost lost. But he always sticks to his original intention: power is armor, not a mad blade. From struggling to survive in the gray zone, to tearing up injustice in the city-state, and finally facing all the races outside the world. All living beings strive for immortality, and immortals and gods compete for the road. Lu Ye traveled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only keeping an eye on the ordinary world. I came from a desolate and hopeless place, armed with mortal bones and fists, to keep the thousands of lights of the human race from being extinguished.