Behind Luo Chen, a line of deep footprints was left on the sandy ground, marking the traces of his battle and bearing witness to his determination. Although his steps grew heavier, his eyes became ever brighter. In front of him, it seemed as though there were invisible walls, but each step he took was as if he was using all his strength to break through.
Luo Chen felt like he was deeply mired in a swamp as vast as an ocean, and each step forward was exceptionally difficult. His feet struggled in the quagmire, but he never gave up the thought of moving forward. He constantly forged ahead, continuously challenging his own limits.
He could tolerate the contempt of others because he knew that true strength does not come from the recognition of others but from within himself. However, he could not tolerate others' contempt for the Red-faced Madman. That was an insult, an insult to the hero in his heart. He had to stand up and fight for the honor of the Red-faced Madman.
