Looking in the mirror, he appears just a regular young man. Being humble—well, I'm actually quite humble. Titles like "Lord of Divine Martial Might" or "God of Light"? They don't really matter anymore. I'm just an ordinary person living in this society driven by materialism and ambition, where I simply wish to live a quiet, peaceful life as I see fit. Guo Liang is truly humble. Right now, as long as he can survive, he's willing to do anything. With this mindset, Guo Liang strolled around the city, only to find few job openings. Most shops and companies weren't hiring, instead issuing layoffs. Many businesses were experiencing declining foot traffic, and the number of people shopping had noticeably decreased—this deeply impressed Guo Liang, making him realize that the capitalist society's great beast, the "economic crisis," was indeed overwhelming. Finding even a simple job seemed increasingly difficult. Just as Guo Liang was quietly sighing over the challenge, he suddenly noticed a large crowd gathered in front of a grand, magnificent building. What were they doing there? High亮 pushed through and saw the words "Hiring Security Personnel" written in large English letters, followed by specific requirements—such as height in meters, fluent English, and good physical fitness. The competition was indeed fierce. After a quick glance, High亮 noticed that there was only one final spot available. There were no less than 120 applicants, completely filling the entire hiring area. Amid the economic crisis, it was 120 people vying for just one security position—High亮 couldn't help but smile internally. Still, he had come, and he decided to give it a try. If he missed this opportunity, he might not survive in New York at all. At that moment, High亮 recalled how, at the Statue of Liberty in New York, Peter had publicly looked down upon him, mocking and belittling him, saying, "Gao Liang! Go back to your homeland, China! You simply don't belong in this world capital, New York! I'm certain you won't last a week here—hah!" "Speaking so boldly! His glowing golden fist clenching with a crisp, resonant sound, eyes blazing with unyielding determination. He roared at Peter, who had just stepped three meters away: 'Peter, don't underestimate me! I'll make you remember—when I arrive, I am the true king here!' Yes, I want to reclaim my dignity and secure this one-in-a-hundred position. I'll focus first on surviving in New York. At this moment, the interviewer was a bearded American, broad-shouldered and sturdy, showing clear arrogance toward the hopeful crowd, simply saying, 'Next!' Soon, a young Black man appeared, and the American interviewer immediately waved him off—dismissed him with decisive finality. Several young Chinese candidates were also overlooked and cut short without a glance. Standing before Highlight, a tall, muscular American youth with a rugged physique and a series of scars across his skin, mocked him with a smile: 'Your turn—go home!' Gao Liang was furious—this was clearly a dismissal of Chinese men, implying that Chinese men were the very best. Gao Liang said, “I’ve secured this position!” "Hmph! A yellow-skinned man—you’re no match for me!" Tom, the American, gave a light snort, clearly unimpressed. The interviewer finally posed this challenging question—intentionally testing Gao Liang, thinking to himself, "I'm going to make you look foolish right here! With someone like you, it's better if you just go home and stay put!" At that moment, everyone in the room gasped and murmured in excitement. Tom laughed heartily, clapping Gao Liang on the chest and saying, "A Yellow race man! I'm a distinguished former U.S. Marine Corps officer. If you want to challenge me, I'll have you on your hands, begging for mercy! You'd better get out of the way now!" He chuckled, "Hahahaha!" Gao Liang smiled and said, "Oh? Then let's give it a try! Who's really the best?" At this point, the crowd placed their bets, firmly believing Tom would win. After all, Tom stood over 2 meters tall—significantly taller than Gao Liang—and was strong and athletic, broad-shouldered and muscular, clearly having the physical advantage. The interviewer also had strong confidence in Tom, saying, "I'm betting on him!" Tom was extremely arrogant. Seeing everyone else confident in his favor, he turned to Gao Huang and said, "Do you have the courage to bet against me? If I win, I'll personally cover all the bets placed by these people!" Gao Huang replied, "Alright!" Tom, still proud and self-assured, added, "Unfortunately, you won't be able to beat me!" He deliberately spat into his own shoe, then said with great flair, "If you lose, you'll have to lick that spit off my shoe!" This remark deeply stirred Gao Huang. He never expected Tom to be so bold—when he glanced around, everyone's eyes were filled with mockery. Even the American interviewer looked on with a mixture of sympathy and amusement. Damn it—without giving these complacent fellows a good lesson, he wouldn't be satisfied. The contest began. The group of interviewees automatically cleared a space in the center, and due to the location being in a bustling street, the scene quickly drew a large crowd of local American citizens eager to watch. They also joined in,纷纷 betting their money on Tom—even the interviewer, without hesitation, placed a $1,000 bet on Tom, blowing a whistle to cheer him on. Tom, in turn, redoubled his efforts. This time, he was not only seeking a job but also earning money, while simultaneously having the chance to settle a stubborn, out-of-touch Asian colleague. Under intense public attention, a fierce contest quickly unfolded. Tom’s offensive was indeed impressive—members of the U.S. Marine Corps undergo exceptionally rigorous training, and their skills are outstanding. As soon as Tom stepped onto the stage, he launched a powerful long-leg side kick, a move that was both swift and aggressive. Tom described his signature strength as "divine legs"—fast, fierce, and powerful, absolutely decisive. Everyone expected that this would knock the seemingly ordinary young man off his feet with a broken bone. Yet, Gao Huang remained remarkably composed, using agile, fluid movements reminiscent of Shaolin footwork, effortlessly evading the long leg that merely brushed the air. Tom was furious, immediately launching another powerful punch aimed at Gao Liang's solar plexus. There was a sound of tearing in the air. Who was Gao Liang? Old Zhi was the true divine warrior of the cosmos, the God of Light. With a single roar, Old Zhi shook the very earth. Gao Liang let out a mighty cry, so powerful it made people shiver. This time, Gao Liang did not dodge—he activated the legendary technique of the Shaolin Monastery, "Golden Bell and Iron Cloak!" His body's energy flowed out naturally.