Wan Zhonghui had always been a brute. Back when he was in the Iron Blood Brotherhood, he had disobeyed Lu Yang's orders and killed ordinary players to steal their belongings. He had nearly been expelled by Lu Yang before repenting, creating a new account, and leveling up again from Level 1. Later, he became the Legion Commander of the Blood Oath Shaman legion and followed Lu Yang in sweeping aside players from countries around the world.
There was no disputing it: in peaceful times, someone like Wan Zhonghui would have been a bastard. With Lu Yang keeping him in check, he could barely avoid making mistakes. But in this age full of bastards, Wan Zhonghui would become a hero.
Not everyone was born daring enough to kill or do things that went against their conscience. Wan Zhonghui had no such reservations. He had been an orphan since childhood and had grown up seeing all the warmth and coldness of the world. To protect the children at the Orphanage, he had fought countless times. Throwing punches was simply routine for him.
That was precisely why Lu Yang had chosen him first. But he had not chosen Wan Zhonghui to send him to his death. He wanted him to become his companion, his brother.
Wan Zhonghui had not thought that much about it. Having never believed in gods since childhood, he had nevertheless prayed to them countless times, begging for himself and his younger brothers and sisters to live better lives. But it had never happened. Only after meeting Lu Yang had his life gradually improved. He believed only in Lu Yang.
Lu Yang had taught him what honor was, what dignity was, and had made him a hero who enjoyed countless glories in the game.
When the temple, Martial Artists' Family,