Naming Technique of the Night
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.
193. The Underworld of the Little Guys
"Why are you here so early today," Huang Zixian expressed his puzzlement, "It's only 3 p.m., just the fledgling and lightweight matches are on."
Qing Chen walked into the gym while Huang Zixian sat back into his wheelchair, letting his assistant push him to keep up with the young man's steps.
In the hallway, Qing Chen lowered his cap and said, "I thought I'd just come and take a look."
"Actually, you want to observe and learn techniques, right?" Huang Zixian remarked.
"Why would you say that," Qing Chen asked calmly.
"I can feel it," Huang Zixian stated from his wheelchair, "Even though you beat me so badly, your techniques are nowhere near mine—that's something tangible."