Chapter 008: I Want Power

Wang Ming had heard the same words at least one hundred times, but this time was different from the past; for the first time, he felt a strong emotional resonance while listening

Wang Ming was very clear that if he could not continuously protect her, then even if the first Li Weiyuan fell, there would still be a second Li Weiyuan rising up, and moreover... his opponents would only grow stronger

Struggling, he shook his head to clear his mind a little more. Then... Wang Ming made an effort to get up, and at the same time, he saw his grandmother looking at him with a face full of pity and reluctance

Seeing Wang Ming's stubborn expression, Grandma sighed helplessly and shook her head, saying: "I knew this day would come long ago. Even now, you still refuse to practice the Blade Character Sect, don't you?"

Recalling that he had been saved by a girl, Wang Ming couldn't help but laugh, a desolate laugh, a mournful laugh. A man of stature, a true gentleman, had to rely on a girl for rescue! How could he ever face others again after this!

Most importantly, Wang Ming realized with clarity that relying solely on the necromancy he currently possessed, he could no longer maintain his dignity! If he could not become stronger, he would only face humiliation!

With a muffled thud, as the door opened, Wang Ming's body involuntarily fell inside, landing with a thud on the ground. In the violent impact, Wang Ming felt a darkness envelop him, and stars danced before his eyes

"You... are you alright?" Seeing Wang Ming's terrifying appearance, covered in blood and dressed in black with a red scarf mask, Yaxin couldn't help but ask with concern

This statement could not be more accurate; a beauty, like a treasure, cannot be possessed without a certain level of capability. Although ...! ... Wang Ming has yet to decide whether to actively pursue Ya Xin, one thing is already certain: he, Wang Ming, will absolutely not stand by and watch Ya Xin fall into the hands of another man!

Unlike before, he now has something he wants to protect, yet he is unable to safeguard it with his own abilities! Remembering Yaxin's beautiful face and the scene where Li Weiyuan forced her to be friends with him, Wang Ming's fists clenched tightly in an instant

Seeing the tender and reluctant expression on his grandmother's face, Wang Ming felt a pang in his nose, nearly brought to tears. At the same time, his grandmother's voice, filled with kindness, rang out: "Ming! Has someone bullied you again?"

When facing an opponent, Wang Ming is not afraid; he is confident in his ability to defeat any adversary. However, when a group of people rushes at him, his close combat skills are severely lacking, leaving him only to endure the blows, just like what happened today

Wang Ming stopped in front of a dilapidated brick house at the deepest part of the alley, which had been converted from a storage room. He looked at the wooden door that was swaying back and forth, so close yet unsteady. With the last ounce of strength he could muster, Wang Ming pushed toward the constantly swaying wooden door

The elderly man opened the wooden cabinet and took out a first aid kit. He gently wiped the blood from Wang Ming's head, carefully located the wound, and gently bandaged it with gauze.

Looking gratefully at his grandmother as she skillfully bandaged him, Wang Ming's eyes were filled with tears. In this world, only his grandmother treated him the best; everyone else would only bully him.

Upon hearing his grandmother's words, Wang Ming hesitated for a moment, and his mind became even more chaotic

Sigh

If it were a usual day, upon hearing Yaxin's uniquely delicate voice, Wang Ming would certainly recognize her on the spot. However, at this moment, Wang Ming's mind was in complete disarray, rendering him utterly incapable of making any effective judgments

He nodded slightly, and Wang Ming made a concerted effort to suppress himself; he must not cry. His grandmother had told him more than once that a man should bleed but not shed tears. Therefore, no matter what, he absolutely would not cry

Reflecting on that beautiful scene, in an instant, Yaxin's eyes became moist and she murmured, "Ming! Where have you gone? When will I be able to see you again?"

After a long while, Wang Ming finally regained his sight, realizing that he was sprawled on the ground inside the door. Blood from his forehead trickled down his chin, dripping onto the floor, and in just a short time, it had pooled into a large stain.

Sigh...

At this moment, Wang Ming could barely stand, having taken a heavy blow to the head. Blood was streaming down his forehead, and not to mention... he had endured countless punches, kicks, and strikes. If it were anyone else, they would have collapsed long ago, but his extraordinary willpower and strong spirit kept him on his feet

Although the movements were gentle, the speed was remarkably fast. In just a short while, the wound on Wang Ming's head had already been bandaged. As for the injuries on his body, they were merely bruises, which could only be left to heal gradually

This is an approximately 30-square-meter dilapidated room, without windows, and only one door. The furnishings inside are exceptionally simple, consisting of a single bed and a wooden cabinet beside it. Apart from that, there is an incense table opposite the bed, on which sits a purple statue. In front of the incense table, there is a large meditation cushion. Other than that, there is truly nothing else!

Without mentioning the confusion on Yaxin's side, on the other hand, Wang Ming staggered forward in the alley, his feet chaotically stepping on the filthy and dirty ground. At this moment, everything before Wang Ming's eyes began to sway, a feeling of dizziness continuously assaulted his brain

As she watched Wang Ming's figure gradually fade away, Ya Xin couldn't help but furrow her brows. This young man gave her a truly strange feeling—both familiar and unfamiliar! There was also an inexplicable sense of intimacy, which left Ya Xin particularly perplexed

Although the school year has only just begun, in just this one day, he has already fought two battles, each more perilous than the last. In the first battle... he was still able to rely on his powerful necromancy to hold his ground, but in the most recent battle, if it hadn't been for that girl suddenly appearing, he would likely have been knocked unconscious by now

Seeing Wang Ming's bewildered expression, the old man couldn't help but sigh, turning to walk into the house. She knew that no matter how anxious she was, it would be of no use unless he could figure things out for himself; otherwise, no one else could help him

Thud ... ...

I

Sigh ... ...

Vaguely glancing at the girl in black before him, Wang Ming couldn't help but shake his head vigorously, thinking he was experiencing an illusion. He did not respond, suddenly turned his head, and stumbled as he ran towards the other end of the alley

In the past, he could handle any opponent with necromancy, and... he had no one he could not protect. However, after today's events, he realized for the first time how insignificant he truly is

As she watched Wang Mingyuan's figure fade away, a scene emerged in Yaxin's mind: a sunny, angelic boy gazing at her with determination, saying, "Rest assured, from now on... I will protect you! I will never allow anyone to bully you again!"

Indeed

At this thought, Wang Ming suddenly sat up, his face serious as he opened the wooden cabinet by the bedside, trembling as he reached his hand toward the box inside

In fact, as long as Wang Ming is willing, his melee combat ability can be infinitely enhanced. However, the methods for enhancement are not acceptable to Wang Ming, which is why, until today, he still lacks melee combat skills

Observing Wang Ming's expression, Wang Ming's grandmother seemed to sense his feelings and said with a kind smile: "Ming! In fact... you need not worry about how your abilities came to be. You must understand that only with strength can you protect yourself and those you care about; otherwise..."

As the old man spoke halfway, he did not continue. He had repeated the same words countless times, and it was likely that Wang Ming had already heard them so much that his ears had become calloused. If he continued, Wang Ming would probably be quite annoyed. Helplessly shaking his head, the old man turned around and returned to the incense table, sitting cross-legged on the large cushion, slowly closing his eyes

Finally

Moreover

A beautiful woman brings disaster