Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 693 Welcome to the Demon Team, Ming Yanwei (Part 1)

After the reinforcement is completed, the next step is the adaptive training phase.

Of course, having even a single reward point left in the final stretch is irresponsible towards the end of the battle.

So, after ensuring basic supplies, everyone began to return to their previous world for long-term training.

This training is not only an exercise in improving new capabilities, but also a training in combined attack tactics, a training in responding to various emergencies, and a training in familiarizing oneself with all kinds of new equipment and weapons.

Cheng Xiao, Zhang Jie, Wang Xia, and other team members who were temporarily unable to advance further began to adapt to the newly enhanced power.

Ming Yanwei, Haotian, and Zhan Lan urgently need to overcome their inner demons.

The current Zhongzhou team is no longer as inexperienced as they were at the beginning when they were overcoming their mental demons.

The breakthroughs achieved by Zhuang Boshi, Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan, Zhao Yingkong, Cheng Xiao, and Zhang Jie have explored a feasible path.

There are only two paths to overcome inner demons: proving the Way through force and dispelling inner demons.

Zhuang Boshi, Chu Xuan, and Zheng Zha have all overcome their inner demons, while Zhao Yingkong, Cheng Xiao, and Zhang Jie have proven their Dao through force.

Key inner demons can be overcome with the help of certain external forces, increasing the probability of success.

Zhuang Boshi helped Zhao Yingkong, Zhang Jie, and Cheng Xiao overcome their inner demons.

To this end, Chu Xuan also devised three plans to keep his identity confidential.

The light of the soul touches upon too many hidden things, embodying human pain and despair.

Therefore, even if you need help, you can only choose the person closest to you.

Just as Haotian was about to ask Zhuang Boshi for help, Chu Xuan led him away, and everyone could only watch as a desperate Haotian was dragged into the room.

Zhan Lan chose Zheng Zha, while Ming Yanwei chose Zhuang Boshi.

Everyone left the square, racing against time.

Only Zhuang Boshi and Ming Yanwei remained in the square.

Upon returning, Ming Yanwei, who had been silent all along, raised her head and looked at the Supreme God.

After watching for a full two minutes, she turned around and gave Zhuang Boshi a bitter smile.

"Doctor, please come with me back to reality."
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Ming Yanwei stood in front of a factory building, her eyes calm but her heart heavy.

"Don't you plan to go back and see your father?" Bosch asked.

Ming Yanwei gently shook her head: "Never mind, I don't know if I can survive."

"Seeing each other again now would only cause more trouble."

"Besides, my dad—" she said with a bitter smile.

"I'm probably quite satisfied with the position of deputy director of the National Archery Center that you've assigned to me."

"Let him build up a perfect daughter in his mind to inherit his mantle."

"When we met, all we did was argue."

Zhuang Boshi nodded slightly, not asking any further questions, and simply stayed by Ming Yanwei's side.

Ming Yanwei said in a cryptic tone, "I used to hate archery."

"This sport made my father very stubborn."

"At the same time, too many unwarranted expectations were placed on me."

"Later, even his mother couldn't accept his stubbornness and left him."

"That was when I was 15 years old, and I could finally have my own little dress."

"Unfortunately, he has been forcing me to practice archery for almost seven years now."

Ming Yanwei opened her arms and looked at her round and beautiful hands, which were as white as scallions.

"Archery, this skill is etched into my hands like a gene."

“Sometimes I can’t help but draw my bow against the air, aim, and shoot.”

"You don't hate archery, you just hate the responsibility your father imposed on you," said Bosch softly.

“Yes,” Ming Yanwei murmured.

"I like playing with building blocks, wearing pretty dresses, reading, and playing the piano."

“But my father never let me do these things.”

"What good is winning the championship even if you train day and night?"

She chuckled softly: "Archery is just a sport."

“That’s right,” Zhuang Boshi echoed.

"I only realized this problem after I met him."

“Zhang Heng?” Zhuang Boshi asked.

Ming Yanwei nodded.

"Although it's a painful memory, we still have to face it."

"He helped me reconcile with the past and with archery, and we even had a few archery competitions together."

"But at that time I didn't know he was such a cowardly person that he would abandon his girlfriend and run away."

When Ming Yanwei mentioned Zhang Heng again, her tone was devoid of any emotion, as if she were talking about a stranger.

Zhuang Boshi said, "Humans cannot control their fear; it is merely a subconscious reaction."

"Perhaps he is afraid of blood, or perhaps he is afraid of the dark."

"Without unlocking our genetic potential, we are all just ordinary people."

Ming Yanwei nodded and said, "Back in the days of The Hobbit, Zhang Jie was carrying your head, and I shamefully ran away."

"That's the instinct to survive."

"At that moment, I understood that I couldn't blame Zhang Heng."

"I'm just as cowardly."

“But you overcame it later,” Zhuang Boshi said softly. “That’s remarkable.” “People always prioritize self-preservation. Being able to overcome this instinct already makes you a hero.”

At this moment, a dozen or so men walked out of the factory.

They looked at Ming Yanwei with greedy expressions, some even drooling.

"Such a beautiful woman, brothers, we should have some fun with her."

"Big brother, here's the first soup for you. Looks like you're still a newbie, haha."

"I never expected to be able to eat such delicious food right after getting out of prison. It's been a worthwhile life!"

A hand reached out from the darkness towards Ming Yanwei, surrounded by lewd laughter, shrieks, roars, and wanton sounds.

They tore at Ming Yanwei's clothes, trying to drag her completely into the abyss.

But Ming Yanwei's face remained expressionless as she calmly drew the bow, released the arrow, and drew the arrow into the air.

In the blink of an eye, those men were covered in arrows.

“Doctor, my inner demons are not here,” she whispered.

"I've long since let go of that past."

The men, riddled with arrows, did not fall; instead, they rose to their feet, their faces contorted with rage.

Ming Yanwei sighed softly, but did not back down; instead, she stepped forward to meet her.

Ten minutes later, Ming Yanwei was covered in blood, one of her hands had been bitten off, and one of her eyeballs had been gouged out.

She walked towards the door and said to Zhuang Boshi, who had been calmly watching her, "Doctor, I told you, this is not my inner demon."

"Then what is your inner demon?" Zhuang Boshi asked calmly.

Ming Yanwei lowered her head, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"It can be pain, or it can be obsession."

"It could be despair, or it could be incomprehension."

"More than anything, it's a hatred of my own incompetence!"

"And you!"

Her eyes grew increasingly red, as if she had entered another state.

“Me?” Zhuang Boshi asked in surprise.

Her voice grew increasingly agitated: "I have everything I need because of you, Doctor."

"You saved me, you encouraged me, you supported me."

"If it weren't for you, I would have died in the curse long ago."

"But time and time again, all I can do is watch you get into danger!"

"But I am powerless to help."

"How do you expect me to overcome my inner demons?"

Zhuang Boshi sighed: "This is an obsession of yours."

"Zheng Zha wanted to break free from his constraints and soar freely through the nine heavens; his obsession was to survive."

"When he sees through his obsession, he will naturally be able to overcome that obstacle."

"But your inner demon is less about me and more about your own self-denial."

"You're really strong, Ming Yanwei."

"You are the best archer in the God Realm."

"You can keep going even if you're alone."

Why are you so afraid?

Zhuang Boshi took her hand: "If you're worried, then I'm gone from this world."

"Then, we can give it a try."

"Because there really is someone like you in this world."

"That is Ming Yanwei, the clone of the Demon Team."

"The Demon Team is a dog-eat-dog world where only the fittest survive, and it's not much better than the Farming Team."

"The clone Reinhard insulted the little girl and dismembered her in front of Zheng Zha."

Ming Yanwei's eyes grew increasingly red, as if she could hardly suppress the flames in her heart.

“Ming Yanwei, if you want to truly overcome your inner demons, then go to that demon team without me, without any other teammates.”

"A team of demons filled only with fear, despair, and darkness."

"Stand firm and become stronger!" Zhuang Boshi put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a hard push.

"Come back to me!"

Ming Yanwei stumbled, and countless arms grabbed her from behind.

Then, she fell into the abyss.

The floor was cold.

She opened her eyes again and instinctively rolled over to fight back.

In the God Realm, a group of strangers are watching her.

At that moment, a smiling blond youth stepped forward.

His golden hair was smooth and flowing, yet it did not diminish his masculine charm in the slightest; his pale red pupils were like the finest gemstones.

His young face always wore a gentle expression, and his demeanor was impeccably elegant. He was simply the most perfect and classic example and template of a European medieval royal prince.

Hello, beautiful lady.

"Welcome to Team Demons."

(End of this chapter)