MTL - Since 1981 Health School - Chapter 332 Don't talk too much

The Immortal Emperor, after being betrayed, was reborn as the peasant Luo Yang. He possessed the “Glance” ability, understood medical skills, knew martial arts, and came with a natural flair for showing off.In the long journey of life, everything is inferior; only showing off is supreme. Watch as the little peasant Luo Yang struts his stuff like the wind, ascends with vigor, all with the determination to show off so grandiosely that it tears through the heavens.

“No way, Salino, you said that this little guy who killed 300 million pirates in one blow, who is only eight years old this year, is your biological brother?!”

Sengoku Marshal’s office, Akainu, Aokiji, Garp, Sengoku, Crane, all looked confused. “It’s really him!”

Huang Yuan was also shocked and confused, his younger brother was obviously only eight years old, how could he be so fierce? ! At this time, summer is here. Sengoku invited him to join the navy.

“Joining the navy is no problem, I want to be an admiral!”

Red Dog frowned: “General? Just you?” Xia Tian made a decisive move, and sent Red Dog flying with one punch, shocking the audience!

“Yes, it’s just me.”

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In a world where reality shifts with every roll of the dice, a man daily partakes in an extraordinary game with the gods, his actions dictated by his decisions and the face of the dice. He takes great joy in this game until the tables turn, and he himself becomes a piece on the game board. Now, the dice are in his hands, and it’s his turn to shape his own destiny. It’s time for the Snowman to play his part.

In a world of countless enemies, the right talent is all it takes to thrive. Freddy Stern, a twenty-one-year-old cashier, has lived a plain, albeit harsh life. Having been orphaned—twice—he’s spent the last ten years working and staying out of trouble. His only aspiration is to save enough money to become an archhuman. His dream gets the jump on him when he barely survives a near-death encounter and finds himself with 1% Lifesteal, a bizarre talent with numerous contradictions and just as many uses. With every dead enemy, he becomes a bit stronger, a little wiser, and a lot more ruthless. And no matter how much damage he takes, he can always put himself back together. Physically, at least. But on his path to power, after having to look at the rotting guts of archhuman society again and again, can his talent keep his mind and soul as pristine as his body? Or will that part of him simply remain broken?