MTL - The First Strong - Chapter 2570 Bottom salary

Konoha’s blue beast: “I want to prove that even if you don’t know ninjutsu or illusion, you can become an excellent ninja. This is the whole of my life. This is my way of ninja!”

The Roaring Emperor of Clover*: “I want to prove to everyone that no matter whether you are a poor ghost or an outcast, you can achieve great things!”

Hao Fan: “If there is any relationship between these two other than being equally inspirational, it is that my buddies were unlucky enough to transmigrate and become Rock Lee first. Because of physical defects, they couldn’t control Zach to perform ninjutsu, and then protested to the system. Afterwards, he transmigrated into Asta who couldn’t use magic…”

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Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?

Upon awakening in a parallel world, Lin Yi discovered that not only were Xiao Zhuang and Xiao Ying present, but also veterans like Old Pao, Tou Lao Gao, Qiangzi…He had unlocked an Entry Upgrade System.【Shooting Novice (White) → Hundred Paces Piercing Yang (Gold)】【Superior Memory (Blue) → Photographic Recall (Gold)】【Master of Struggles (Blue) → Supreme Titan of Competition (Gold)】【Martial Arts Grandmaster (Purple) → Mortal Warlord (Red)】【……】As time passed, Lin Yi steadily advanced towards the peak, growing ever stronger.Yet, as he ascended, unexpected figures began to emerge before him—He Chenguang, Xu Sanduo, Lei Zhan, Yan Poyue, An Ran, Long Xiaoyun, Shen Ge…Only then did Lin Yi realise that this was not merely the world of Special One, but a vast amalgamation of multiple special forces universes.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.