Após dez anos mergulhado em romances online, Jiang Si era diferente dos outros; ele sempre acreditou fielmente que conseguiria trilhar seu próprio caminho para a cultivação. Tomando como referência os
“One Punch Man is literally unstoppable, right? Who could possibly take one of his punches?”
“Kakarot could eat the bald guy for breakfast.”
“Ultraman is the strongest. One energy beam can destroy a planet, and he can travel through space.”
“No, DC’s Superman is the real deal. He can blow out a star with a single breath and drag a dozen planets behind him like it’s nothing. Do you even understand the concept of a multiverse?”
The summer wind drifted in from outside the classroom. After the dull math lesson ended, the boys, who had been stifled for so long, launched into their most heated topic of debate: who was the strongest.
Comparisons of power within the same world, and across different universes. They’d quote lore, find panels, and even a bead of sweat during a fight could serve as “evidence” in their endless arguments.
“Childish.”
Jiang Si, passing by, sneered, “You’re in high school and you’re still into this stuff?”
One of the bespectacled boys, flushed from arguing with his classmate, slapped his desk, sending books tumbling to the floor. “And what do you watch that’s so mature, then?”
Jiang Si said nothing, simply sat down at his desk, and pulled out a thick book with bold, dazzling letters on the cover.
Covering the Heavens!
“Ye Fan—the Great Emperor Ye is the strongest, obviously.”
A ripple of laughter swept through the room. Some mockery was inevitable.
Jiang Si didn’t bother arguing with these frogs at the bottom of the well.
Ultraman? Superman? What were those but fireflies