Mai Yuqiang Never Believed in Fate

Both sides wore grave expressions, a flicker of surprise passing through their eyes as they looked at each other.

Martin knew better than anyone that although Tapir was not among the very strongest in Infinite City, he already had few rivals across the myriad worlds.

How could a level fifty-five enemy withstand a blow from Tapir?

It was even more unbelievable than humans lifting the Earth and sending it drifting through space.

On the other side, Mai Yuqiang found it equally unbelievable. The Black Tiger on his right chest was not actually a tattoo, but a symbiote formed from monster flesh fused into his body.

Every ten years, Black Wind Stronghold gave a group of people the chance to fuse with monster flesh. This opportunity had to be fought for, and it also carried the risk of death.

In the eyes of many bandits, it was like a crowd scrambling to die, with only a handful able to succeed.

But precisely because so few succeeded, every bandit who successfully fused with monster flesh would be promoted to leader, becoming a true core member of Black Wind Stronghold.

Mai Yuqiang was one such person.

Back then, he had cast everything on a single throw, fought many others with his life on the line, then risked death to embed monster flesh into himself. Only then had he earned the qualification to establish a branch stronghold.

In that last slash, he had already used Black Tiger's power, yet he had merely matched his opponent evenly. That was beyond his expectations.

For some reason, a shadow fell over his heart, and he inexplicably recalled King Guanzizai's prophecy: when black wind met water, it would scatter; when bandits went to sea, they would surely perish!

"I, Mai Yuqiang, have lived a lonely and bitter life.