Paradise of Demonic Gods Chapter 9: Struggling
To have revenge, you must have powerful power.
If you want to have great power, the best way for Fang Xingjian at this moment is to learn Sword Technique.
He wants to learn Sword Technique in Miracle World, he already has some eyebrows.
This is a world far beyond Earth in personal force development. Demonic City today's Five Great Clans, their strongest is to get huge resources from Other World.
Fang Xingjian should be brought to Miracle World by the other party along the sea after being abducted by Caroline this time, and the period of healing does not prevent him from listening to the information here from the old man's mouth. Known very closely at Demonic City.
In this world, Level, Attribute, and technique have been taken for granted, and are taken for granted by all humans living here, just like the sky, as the sun, and as the natural center gravity.
Although I have heard rumors of another world in Demonic City, this is really the first time Fang Xingjian has come to this world.
In the mouth of the old man, he knows that his foot is a very huge continent. Currently, there are six countries on this continent. He is now in the West Sea, the largest country in the mainland, Sinkoda Empire. Near the coast.
'However, according to the internal statement of the Demonic City government, Earth is only in contact with the Uranlis federal state of the six major countries. The other five major countries do not know about Earth, and it may not even be clear that Uranlis has joined other worlds. power. ’
Fang Xingjian thought to himself: ‘It seems the same from the old man ’s mouth this time, Ordinary person did n’t even know that outsiders in their world had started to break into it a little bit.
I do n’t know how far the cooperation between Uranlis and Earth government has come ... ’
"Hey."
Fang Xingjian turned his head and saw the old man looking at him indifferently. The old man was holding a sword in his hands. The sword was covered with dust, stains and oil, as if it had been placed all year round. The burning sticks in the room are the same.
Seeing Fang Xingjian turn his head, the old man reached out and threw Longsword towards Fang Xingjian.
Oh!
Longsword comes out of the sheath, there is no glory, and there is no intimidating chill. It is just an ordinary western-style one-handed sword, 1.2 meters long, about three fingers wide, and there are still many gaps left by the battle. .
"Your boy, you are so badly injured but you still practice your sword every day. Do you want to go back to revenge? It's not a simple role to make you like this."
Facing the old man's problem, Fang Xingjian did not explain.
Shaking his head, the old man went on to say: "This sword was left by me when I was a soldier. Anyway, I don't have any use for it, so you can use it."
"Thank you." Fang Xingjian looked at the old man seriously and said.
Speaking, he put away Longsword and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Northern, Kirst. I heard that there are many places to learn technique and cultivate Warrior." Fang Xingjian said that this is a big city closest to the fishing village. He intends to look for opportunities there, collect information and see if there is any May find a place to learn Sword Technique.
He believes that in a world where Attribute and technique can be leveled up and strengthened, there will definitely be places like martial arts, unions, etc. that train strong people.
"Kirst is far away, the road is very dangerous, and it is about to be winter. The snowstorm and hungry beasts on this road may not be able to arrive safely even if the team's Warrior, you are not afraid to die on the road?"
"Dead to go." Pause, seems to explain, Fang Xingjian added: "There is not much time left for me." Indeed, if the will in purple flames did not lie to him, now he only Five years are left.
He doesn't have much time.
The old man was silent for a while, and said, "At Kirst, if you are not dead and still want to learn swords, you can go to The School of Sword Arts to see."
Fang Xingjian turned back, but saw the old man's brown eyes slightly lost, seems to be caught in some memories.
The old man rubbed his eyes and waved, "Go, go, do what you should do."
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On the entire continent, although everyone has the possibility to become a strong one, it may also be because the individual strength is too strong, which makes the development of the civilization level of the entire continent slow.
Countless villages and towns are still in a state of ignorance, and most of them are still not liberated from manual labor, which is similar to Earth in the Middle Ages in Europe.
Even because the people here average five or more, most civilians have become the main force of manual labor, even on horses.
"Hurry up, hurry up, you have to get to the next camp tonight." shouted the blond caravan.
In the caravan, Fang Xingjian has a sword on its waist and more than two hundred pounds of cargo on its back, step by step towards the front.
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In the middle of the night, Fang Xingjian gritted his teeth and tore black stone-like bread, and there seemed to be a flame burning in the eyes of the campfire.
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In the rainstorm, a carriage was rushed directly under the cliff. The caravan supervisors urged the workers and slaves madly, and even had to join the moving team.
Fang Xingjian was covered with rainstorm all over his body, his feet were stepping on the muddy road, and he walked step by step towards the mountain road. The rain was cold, the cargo of water was getting heavier, but his waist was still straight.
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"This is your wages." A bag of copper coins was thrown in front of Fang Xingjian: "You really don't consider going to Filain with us? It's going to snow soon, the road to Kirst is not easy."
"Thank you." Fang Xingjian accepted the copper coins, turned and left.
"This boy, the master is talking to you." The big brown-haired man on the side stood up, but was pressed back by the steward. He looked puzzled to the steward: "Master?"
He didn't understand why the steward didn't let him teach that arrogant boy. There was no extraordinary power on the other side, obviously there was no first job transition, at most it was just ordinary civilians of grade 9.
The caravan manager shook his head, didn't speak, but just kept his eyes on the rotten Longsword around the opponent's waist, revealing a dignified color.
In the snow, Fang Xingjian walked towards the north step by step. The frost and rain like a knife was scraped on his face. The low temperature of nearly zero made his face look blue and purple. They are all wrapped in fur and should not be exposed to the wind and snow.
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Under the starry sky, the Fang Xingjian is hiding in the small hole it dug by itself. The bonfire on the side is getting weaker and weaker and seems to go out at any time. He constantly shakes his body. It seems that this can reduce the body's heat loss. both eyes is the burning flame of revenge.
‘Caroline …… Onassis ……’
‘wait for me ...’
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Fang Xingjian runs and jumps quickly. The sword around the waist does not know when it has been sheathed. A drop of hot blood fell from the blade and sprinkled on the snowy field, leaving a long bloodline.
Dozens of giant wolves angered and screamed, chasing Fang Xingjian's footsteps. The smallest of these giant wolves are more than four meters in length, tearing the air between runs, making a sharp whistling sound, just like iron cannonballs.
In this data-based world, not only humans can become stronger, but also many powerful monsters.
These monsters are called ferocious animals on the continent.
This fierce animal is so rich in the forest, on the grasslands, and in the rivers. I don't know how many humans who travel in the wild are killed by them every year, and then swallowed.
This world never belongs to humans. Most of the civilians who have not reached first job transition and possess extraordinary powers may not leave their hometowns in their lives.
With a splash, Fang Xingjian jumped into the stream, and the cold and bitter water almost made his body froze almost instantly.
Looking around, the giant wolves stayed on the shore, hesitant, and after chasing hundreds of meters, they slowly dispersed.
After drifting for two kilometers, Fang Xingjian only found a chance to climb to the shore. He immediately undressed and looked for a flint fire.
He was standing by the bonfire, jumping, sword, sports, both eyes flashing like a beast.
"I want to live."
"Not only to live, but to get stronger and stronger."
In the wind and rain, in the snow and ice, in the most lonely night, Fang Xingjian did not fall, he has been holding his back, both eyes exudes a lonely light like a wolf.
His mind has been thinking, thinking about the night in ancestral hall, thinking about the days he put on, those pictures are constantly playing in his mind, making his heart more and more cold, both eyes The fire in China is getting stronger and stronger.
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Kirst stood a man standing in front of the city gate. The man was torn and ragged, his hair was long and tangled, like a refugee who escaped from the dirtiest and cheapest civilian area.
The man's lips are cracked, his face is blue, and his cheeks are as thin as a famine. Only the man's eyes are still bright, like stars in the night sky.
"Finally arrived."
"Kirst."
The man is naturally Fang Xingjian. He looked down at his Speciality panel, and I don't know when there will be another Speciality.
Beginner's Survival Instinct, your endurance willpower improves, let you ignore pain and endure hunger and cold, all non-lethal injuries cannot stop you from fighting and struggling.