In the end, it all comes down to resilience, seeing who would be the first to give in and collapse under the fierce collisions.
Fang Cheng felt a surge within his heart, and he couldn't help but envision the scene of both sides attacking each other fiercely without any reservations.
The feeling of fist against flesh, as if he could personally experience it, ignited his fighting spirit.
After a brief rest, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the excitement in his chest.
Then he moved his weary body, climbed back up, and looked at the time displayed on the table clock.
It was already 8:52.
The portable cassette player's batteries had run out, and the tape had long stopped spinning.
He reached out to pull open the curtains and pushed the window open.
Warm sunlight immediately poured in like a golden river, rushing and leaping, completely spilling into the room.
