A short-haired youth swung his fists around with explosive force. His flexible legs were fish in water, swimming through the air. His narrow yellow eyes held a cold glint as his elbows cut through the wooden dummy, sharp splinters cutting his rough face. He slowly relaxed his body and let out a black breath of air, feeling his robust body rejuvenate itself. His appearance wasn't exactly handsome, but exuded unfettered masculinity and ferocity. His aura was like a unsheathed blade, ready to strike at any moment.

"Haha. My boy is way better than those chicks who temper their babies in that dream machine." Uncle Jin let out a quaking laughter.

"…"

"Quiet as always. As a man that walks the martial way, it suits you well. Haha."

Luxin closed his eyes and crossed his legs.

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"Good! You seem to have gained some insights during your session. Meditate on them well!" Uncle Jin stood up, the dragon tattoo on his bald head glistening under the moonlight.

"Yes, master." Luxin replied in a robotic manner.

The old man disappeared before he could pay his respects. Seeing his master was really gone, he released a deep sigh.

Luxin slowly closed his eyes, but what appeared in his mind was not an image of him performing the [Moonfiend Dance], but an old memory from his last year of elementary school.

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Guai's finger fell onto the fretboard like a storm on a calm sea. Beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead. Once that last note was plucked, the intro had been completed.

"Luxin, go for it!"

His hand nervously gripped the mic. He could see the adults in the front shy away after seeing his intimidating face.

"A martial artist getting stagefright?" Guai quietly laughed.

"I'll show you!" Luxin felt his nerves unwinding.

In that small town, a small boy raised his voice. In every major city, Valhalla unveiled their Deep Dream technology...

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