Wasteland Boxer

Thirty-seven years after the spiritual energy was revived, it was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. High walls lock down the class, gray areas breed ants, exotic beasts are everywhere, and all living beings are just consumables for the powerful. Lu is born in the mud, with no system, no talent, and no chance. His cultivation is the result of wounds. His way of life was carved out of a pile of dead people. His bottom line is maintained in desperate situations. The young man clenched his fists and fought his way out from the bottom, tearing apart the federation's hypocrisy along the way and exposing the truth of the century-old experiment. If the world is unfair, then I will split the wasteland with my fists and redefine the way of life in the world.