Jack Young sheathed his blade and turned to leave. He could sense it clearly: Old Veteran’s heart had been pierced, his throat slashed, and both his energies were drained. To borrow an old saying, not even a celestial immortal could save him now—he was as good as dead. In moments, he’d be nothing but a corpse. And really, what’s so scary about a corpse?
He’d only taken a couple steps when Jack suddenly froze. Something was off—a surge of wild, escalating energy, a kind of mad intent that sent chills down his spine and made his skin crawl!
"No way!" Jack spun around, just in time to see a massive electrical box hurtling toward him. It was crackling with sparks and whistling through the air—a distribution box weighing over five hundred kilos was about to smash right into his face!
In that split second, Jack started spinning. Like a whip cracking a top, his arms flowed like water, his feet drilled into the ground. Every muscle and tendon worked in perfect harmony, letting him absorb most of the impact in a way that shouldn’t even be possible. He spun, leapt, and landed on another electrical box, shaking out his numb, tingling arms in disbelief as he looked ahead.
Old Veteran was standing up. Not just standing—he was bigger and stronger than before. Right now, he looked like a monster straight out of a nuclear meltdown, over three meters tall, muscles bulging in ways that made no sense. His limbs were freakishly oversized, his torso impossibly thick, and his skin had turned purple, bristling with bone spikes. Some of those spikes even jabbed into his own flesh as he moved, but he didn’t care—pain just didn’t register.
His face was twisted by swollen muscle, distorting his features. Two huge lumps bulged from his skull, like his brain was trying to burst through the bone on either side. His mouth was wide, with no molars or incisors left—just rows of razor-sharp fangs, like a shark.
"ROAR—!!" Old Veteran howled at the sky, his energy climbing higher and higher.
"Oh great, this feels like the sixth level of the Titan Spirit Method. He’s really going to kill me this time…" Jack was already forcing a bitter smile.
According to the description of the Titan Spirit Method, Jack Young had named the fifth and sixth levels himself.
The fifth level is called "Leave Claw Marks"—meaning you can punch dents into thick iron plates or rock. It’s not just about brute strength; it’s about having a body tough enough to smash stones into gravel without a scratch. That’s the whole ‘breaking tablets and shattering stones’ deal, so Jack named it "Leave Claw Marks."
The sixth level, on the other hand, is called "Angry Table Flip." Except, you’re not flipping tables here—you’re flipping giant slabs of stone. According to the description, a master of the sixth level of the Titan Spirit Method can channel their energy and send thousand-pound rocks flying. At this point, your strength is basically superhuman. A thousand pounds of force? Not something any regular person could stand up to.
But right now, Old Veteran’s strength was way beyond just a thousand pounds.
"Die—!" Old Veteran could still form actual words, and with a savage charge, he barreled forward. With his height, long legs, and brute power, he stomped down with a thunderous crash, shattering the rooftop beneath him. In a blink, he was right in Jack’s face.
Whoosh—Jack flipped and dodged, and in the next instant, there was a deafening crash as Old Veteran smashed the electrical box Jack had just been standing on into scrap metal. Bits and pieces flew everywhere. Jack was practically sweating bullets—if he took a hit like that, he’d be toast. Even as sparks burst across Old Veteran’s skin, charring it black, he didn’t seem to care at all.
Planting his feet, Old Veteran stopped his charge, twisted his waist, and turned like a tank spinning in place, then powered up for another rush. Boom—another electrical box was smashed to bits. These massive metal crates were like toys, totally useless against Old Veteran.
But in that flash of sparks, in the split second Old Veteran was numb from the shock, Jack darted behind him like a phantom. Old Veteran was fast, but his reflexes couldn’t keep up with his new body—his nervous system just couldn’t handle it! Jack seized the fleeting chance; in front of him was Old Veteran’s wide, unguarded back. He leapt into the air, unsheathing his long blade. Swish, swish—two cold flashes crossed in an X, slashing at Old Veteran’s purple skin, which had no bone armor to block the blows.
But even where the blade landed, the wounds were shallow—barely any blood before they closed right up. With skin and muscle this tough, a katana was basically just a tickle to Old Veteran.
Gritting his teeth, Jack took advantage of Old Veteran’s slow reaction and kicked him right in the side. At that moment, he sensed the green and red energies passing through—this was supposed to be a weak spot hit.
The kick landed solidly, but Jack’s face changed—no effect at all. Old Veteran twisted around and swung a fist. Whoosh—Jack dodged at the very last second, but the gust from that punch still sent his clothes flapping like he’d been hit by a tornado.
Jack stepped back twice to regroup, his gaze at Old Veteran now heavier than ever.
"You think I’m not awake?" Old Veteran rumbled, his massive chest giving him a voice that shook the air. "You fools are just ignorant mortals. I am the one chosen by the heavens—I will become master of the world!"
"Chosen by the heavens?" Old Veteran was putting on quite a show, but Jack wasn’t buying it. He snorted, "Were you born holding a blood clot in your fist, or did your mom step in a god’s footprint to get pregnant?"
"I’ve heard your country’s myths and legends, but they’re nothing to me!" Old Veteran shouted at the sky like a lunatic on a bender. "The whole world changes because of me!"
Old Veteran strode forward, punching at Jack while roaring nonstop: "I’ve been places you can’t even dream of, lived through things you’ll never experience!"
"I fought in World War II—I joined the U.S. Army!" Old Veteran smashed another iron box with a single punch.
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"I went through the selection and beat every competitor!" He stomped the ground, shattering it.
"I injected the super serum, reclaimed my youth, and gained unbelievable power!" He ripped out an electrical box and hurled it like a cannonball.
Jack barely dodged, but in just a few seconds, his clothes were shredded by flying metal shards, and he’d picked up some unavoidable injuries. Not that he cared—he just yelled at Old Veteran, "Wait, what?! World War II? Experiments? Super serum?!"
"That’s right, the super serum!" Old Veteran paused his assault, throwing his head back with a wild laugh. "I became a superhero before Steve Rogers—stronger, faster! I went to Captain America’s world!!"
His shout echoed in all directions, slamming into Jack’s heart. All this time, Jack had felt something mysterious—white nights, missing people, dreams of other worlds. He’d never thought he was the only lucky one. But today, someone finally declared they’d traveled to another world!
From the moment Old Veteran roared those words, Jack knew: there was a whole new kind of people in this world—world travelers.
"I bombarded myself with gamma rays—my power’s greater than Captain America’s, and I can transform like the Hulk." Old Veteran thumped his chest, the sound like a war drum. "This is my one-of-a-kind gift from the heavens. When the white night fell, the war tattoo on my chest became proof that I rule the world!" As he yelled, a huge black totem appeared on his chest—simple, like three beast fangs, radiating savage killing intent. "This is my qualification to become master of the world—!"
His roar carried far, echoing through the mountains before fading away.
Then Old Veteran looked down at Jack. "You—I know your type. Martial artists who train to surpass ordinary people. But that’s all you are. Against my absolute power, you’re just slightly tougher bugs. My immortal body is invincible, no opponent can match me—not even your fancy boxing—internal martial arts." He actually said "internal martial arts" in Chinese.
"What?!" Jack shouted, "How do you know about 'internal martial arts'?!"
"Back in the World War II world, I went to China and fought so-called martial artists. After I killed a bunch of nobodies, an old man jumped out to try and take me down. He was supposed to be China’s top fighter, but I tore him apart without breaking a sweat. Oh, right—the other boxers called that old guy ‘bigmaster’ or something. What was the original term…? Oh, right," Old Veteran suddenly appeared in front of Jack, his fist flashing like lightning, "It was ‘Dr. Thomas Tang.’"
Boom—Jack was sent flying by a direct punch, slamming into an iron box and leaving a deep dent. (Just a heads-up: I’m going to a choir competition this weekend, so I’ll be away for two whole days. I’ll try to get all the chapters written and use the scheduled release function. Should still be able to update twice a day…maybe?)