It's plain to see that any armed force is but a joke in the face of absolute strength, and despite the rumors being passed around for over a decade, people have never forgotten the profound memories from the beginning.

Feng Yi remains enigmatic as ever, as people struggle to categorize his existence as either righteous or evil. From the perspective of Rekart, he leans more towards the latter. However, to the common folk, Feng Yi has been known to casually prevent disasters such as flash floods - a mere trifle for a supreme master like him, yet it speaks volumes about his principles when it comes to certain matters.

The current extent of Feng Yi's power is difficult to estimate, since the company behind the Combat Power Tester went out of business over a decade ago. According to the official data from the last generation of Combat Power Testers, Feng Yi's individual combat score had surpassed 99,990,000.

No one knows the exact number because the last generation of Combat Power Tester's maximum value was capped at 99,990,000. The Feng Yi of today has undoubtedly surpassed this threshold.

As humanity's final bastion of strength, he is often classified in the same league as the galactic overlords like Hasten Ressenbor, as well as the most dangerous assassins of the Black Triangle.

In the struggle between the destruction and rebirth of civilizations, humanity was unable to withstand the viral onslaught. The majority died off, yet our encounters with the three classes of civilizations continue unabated.

Humans are not the only intelligent lifeforms in this dimension - some say, when a person loses their restraints, they become even more frightening. Some say that Hasten Ressenbor dares not invade, not because of any deterrent but because 'he' has been here before.

Feng Yi was born in the Seventh District of the Colonial Planet. Although people still proudly refer to him as the Seventh District's Feng Yi, his power is no longer confined to the Colonial Planet but spans across the vast frontier of the galaxy.

Whenever this thought crosses the man's mind, and he reflects upon his current life, he feels fortunate. In these lawless times, at least his life is better than many others. It is said that people in other star regions struggle to even fill their bellies.

All of this stems from the virus, which humans have never managed to overcome. With time, the virus has evolved three times, its incubation period becoming longer and its lethality increasing. Over 99% of the population cannot resist it. Ironically, those who survive are often the unwashed slobs who neglect hygiene, as they have developed substantial antibodies from a lifetime of living in unsanitary conditions.

Another group of survivors includes the wealthy elites who've spent a fortune on life extension, only to suffer from organ failure and diminished bodily functions. From this perspective, the harsh living conditions on the Colonial Planet might not be such a bad thing, considering that few dare to settle here.

Seeing the two quarreling fools come to a stop, caught in a loop of life contemplation, Hunter finds it tasteless and decides to leave, suddenly reminded of his recently abandoned girlfriend, Anna. Should he lick his wounds as a once-again subservient boyfriend? As quickly as the thought arises, he dismisses it. Hunter suddenly feels liberated.

Just as Hunter is about to step out of the bar, he inexplicably senses a bone-chilling cold from outside, an indescribable emotion emerging within him. His subconscious warns him of an unspoken danger, suggesting possible death if he proceeds. Hunter finds his ludicrous inner reaction strangely amusing. Given the unsafe principles of the 103 Colonial Planet, he stands his ground and decides to alter his mood.

Meanwhile, Sara has regained her composure and reexamines the fat man. If previously his identity was uncertain, now she is certain: the fat man is no adventurer. His eyes lack depth from weathering the elements, and not a hint of competence radiates from his entire being. No matter how convincing his disguise, the fact that he kissed the sorry fool called out for flatulence raises doubts in Sara's previous assumptions.

What puzzles her is why the fat man is inquiring about Feng Yi. She only wants to determine his identity and true intentions.

At this moment, a group of brazen men in black burst into the bar. Yes, they didn't walk in slowly, but appeared as if out of thin air, creating an eerie, unreal sensation.

As a soldier, the fat man also detects the change immediately, but his mind is muddled with the confusion from the kiss. Who is he, where did he come from, where is he going, and what do these men in black want?

As his thoughts whirl, the fat man feels a sudden clarity—he owes his survival on the battlefield to a keen sense of danger. Now, he senses an ominous presence enveloping the entire bar, an aura far more deadly than any battle he's faced.

At that same moment, a towering black silhouette, three meters tall and shrouded in a cloak, silently makes its way inside the bar.

Sara notices as well—for some inexplicable reason her body gives an untimely shudder... Why? Sara's fair complexion grows ever paler, a vague sense of foreboding crisis dawning on her.

"You are Sara."

A deep voice resonates from the towering figure enshrouded in the black cloak.

"Yes, my name is Sara, and you are...?"

Despite her high status on the Colonial Planet, in that instant, Sara finds herself unable to refuse the question. Or more accurately, she finds it hard to refuse—she doesn't dare refuse.

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