A Needle Cast Off the Mortal Shell; Nine Needles Could Bring Down Even a God

Perhaps it was the mutual appreciation between strong people, combined with Danny Rand's naturally friendly nature. During the wait for the test, the two exchanged a few words and quickly became acquainted.

Danny Rand stared at Strange's striking white hair. After holding back for a while, he finally could not resist asking curiously, "You're not that old. Why is all your hair white?"

Of course, it had been dyed.

According to Du Mu, white hair was a symbol of transforming into a powerhouse, so he had dyed Strange's hair white.

At first, Strange had refused no matter what. But once Du Mu took out pink hair dye meant for macho men, he gladly accepted it.

Naturally, Strange would never reveal such an embarrassing truth.

He slowly raised his head and gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, putting on a weathered expression. In a low voice, he said, "There was a woman I loved. I did many things that wronged her, and I regretted them deeply. I thought about her day and night, so my hair turned white overnight."

Danny Rand immediately perked up. "Then why don't you go find her?"

Strange shook his head, his voice carrying a trace of bitterness. "He wouldn't agree."

Danny Rand asked in confusion, "Why? Does she not like you?"

"No. I mean her current boyfriend wouldn't agree."

Danny Rand: "..."

While the two were chatting, the test soon ended.

In the end, only a few dozen people passed the preliminary round.

Among them, Danny Rand and Strange were the most outstanding, their scores far ahead of everyone else's. They had already become the two publicly recognized favorites to win this World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament.

But in terms of buzz, Strange still came out ahead.

The reason was simple. Those