Chapter 1195

"Your strength isn't bad, just a little short."

The war chariot's attack was extremely powerful, and Lin Cheng had anticipated it, but when he personally took it on, there was still considerable pressure; it felt like it was just a little short.

Really, just a little short of making Lin Cheng feel he couldn't personally catch it with his hands.

"What!"

Catching a fierce hammer strike with just one hand truly shocked the war chariot; the shock in his eyes and heart made him unable to believe that his own strength was so far behind that nameless nobody with the heavy sword from before.

The heavy sword could still break through Lin Cheng's magic armor, yet he couldn't even qualify to damage the armor.

The war chariot was stunned by shock, and Lin Cheng wouldn't miss such an opportunity—a sudden kick was smoothly launched, and the legs clad in magic armor could also unleash considerable force.

This kick sent the war chariot flying backward seven or eight meters.

The war chariot weighed at least nearly 200 jin, and adding the double round-top hammers in his hands, there was still a weight of at least 300 jin.

Yet even so, he was still kicked seven or eight meters away by Lin Cheng.

Is the gap in strength really that big?

Even the audience in the stands couldn't help worrying for the war chariot. They hadn't expected this blacksmith to be the fiercest one at playing the pig to eat the tiger; before, he had pretended to be as weak as a chicken, even hiding behind a woman at one point.

Now that the finals started, he stopped pretending and showed his hand.

Good heavens, the audience was utterly stunned.

"Surrender. The gap between you and me is right here." Lin Cheng was referring to the magic armor; with its enhancement, both his physical attributes and weapon equipment crushed the war chariot.

If the war chariot could possess a better weapon or a good inheritance, perhaps he could still give Lin Cheng some pressure.

But the fact was that even though the war chariot considered his own strength not bad, he was after all of humble origin, and the weapon in his hands could only be considered decent among ordinary people.

But for Lin Cheng, those two round-top hammers were not even comparable to the iron sword he had casually forged; the quality was too poor.

The iron sword could still increase attack by 20.

But the two round-top hammers in the war chariot's hands probably added together only increased attack by about 10 points.

From this, the gap became apparent.

The magic armor could not only increase attack by 100 points, but also provide blocking ability, enhance life recovery, and boost movement and attack speed. No matter how you thought about it, Lin Cheng wouldn't lose a single match.

Unless the war chariot possessed the fighting will of Iron Fist or Fierce Tiger, or had an extremely perverted sword dao inheritance like the heavy sword—that single strike was called by the system as a sword move infinitely close to the power of miracle.

Unfortunately, the war chariot had nothing. Being able to stand on the finals stage was only because he was lucky; Fierce Tiger and Iron Fist fought to a mutual defeat, and in the end, he reaped the benefit.

Otherwise, if Lin Cheng fought against either Fierce Tiger or Iron Fist, the victory wouldn't be as certain as it was now.

"I don't believe it, I won't accept it!" The war chariot struggled back to his feet from the ground, his eyes blazing with defiant fury, somewhat frantic with rage.

"I trained hard for over ten years, of humble origin, no good equipment, no good inheritance, I endured it all by myself! Now that I've finally gotten a chance, you want me to give up just like that—how could I give up!"

The war chariot gripped the round-top hammers in both hands until his palms trembled, but this seemed to have no effect, only making him all the more defiant.

Lin Cheng sighed.

"This world is very realistic, and very cruel! You should have seen it long ago."

"Since you've already recognized your own ordinariness, honestly, I also admire your defiant resistance against your own fate, but what's the use of that?"

These words struck straight at the war chariot's heart, and he froze on the spot.

But Lin Cheng's words were not yet finished.

"The strong strive unceasingly. Since you've already walked a thorny path, what is there to complain about? Wasn't it your own choice?"

"I've also failed before, again and again—humiliation, mockery, cold eyes, denial. Every time I didn't give up, I persisted in making myself get back up, just to get a little closer to success next time."

"Actually, the saying 'failure is the mother of success' is also very cruel. Failure is failure, success is success. The so-called accumulated experience of failure doesn't necessarily lead to success; it just means you no longer repeat the previous failure. Even if you don't repeat failure, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll succeed."

"'I can succeed too!' is just a self-deceiving wish."

The Lin Cheng standing here now was only because he was a bit luckier than ordinary people. Of equally humble origin, he originally had no possibility at all, but luckily he had the system's golden finger—perhaps this was a different kind of success.

The real world has never had any protagonist.

Everyone is just barely getting by, simply with different worries and joys from others.

Perhaps there are, but protagonists stand too high; these ordinary people can't see them at all, not even their backs.

The war chariot fell completely silent.

He had actually known all this long ago, just as Lin Cheng said; he had merely been deceiving himself.

"If you need it, I can go all out to defeat you!"