Zhang Ming imagined it for a moment. If ordinary people had one or two clear paths to advancement, that would count as a golden age in any era.
Old Wang felt despair because he wanted to create a perfect world, leaving him to struggle in the mire.
Zhang Ming, however, rather enjoyed things. Even under house arrest, he was grateful to those who had contributed to the world's development.
Next news item.
"Warm congratulations to Shi Daxiong, Ruan Jinpeng, Lin Shangming, and Li Wenjin for making it into the Elite Tier Top 100 Fighting Tournament!" This news was absolutely everywhere. It could be found on any website.
Sports had gradually declined in this era. In basketball, everyone could leap from beyond the three-meter line and dunk; in soccer, everyone could kick the ball from their own goal straight into the opposing goal; as for badminton, the feathers would be smashed to pieces after a couple of hits. How the hell were they supposed to play?
Careers such as idols and entertainment trainees had basically disappeared too.
The prolonged pressure from the outside world left no room for such oddities.
Of course, humanity still needed entertainment. Various fighting tournaments had taken their place. Elite Tier contestants were generally young people between eighteen and twenty-four.
Zhang Ming clicked on a video and watched for a bit. He found it rather flashy: breathing fire, discharging electricity, and golden light similar to Diamond. Nothing impressive. They couldn't have beaten him when he was twenty-four.
One netizen commented, "Shi Daxiong's next opponent is Vladimir from Damao Country. Things don't look good."
"Vladimir looks like a bear."
"Hahaha, I'm dying. Apparently he lied about his age. Hah, just another match-fixing bastard."
"Does Li Zhengcan count as the strongest person under twenty-four?"
"If Marco Bozi were a