Chapter 9: Struggle
If you want revenge, you must have great power.
If you want to have great power, the best way for Fang Xingjian at this moment is to learn swordsmanship.
And if he wants to learn swordsmanship in the world of miracles, he already has some eyebrows.
This is a world that far surpasses the Earth in the development of individual force. The five major families in the Demon Capital today, their strongest ones have all obtained huge resources from the other world.
Fang Xingjian should have been kidnapped by Caroline this time, and was brought to the miracle world by the other party along the sea route, and the time of recuperation did not prevent him from listening to the information here from the old man's mouth, most of the situation was very close to what he knew in the demon capital.
In this world, levels, attributes, and skills have been taken for granted, taken for granted by all humans who live here, as the sky, as sunlight, as gravity as a matter of course.
Although he had heard rumors from another world in the Demon Capital for a long time, this was really the first time Fang Xingjian had come to this world.
And in the old man's mouth, he knew that under his feet was a very huge continent, which currently had a total of six countries, and his current location was near the western coast of the Sinkoda Empire, the largest country in the continent.
However, according to the internal statement of the Demon Capital government, the Earth is only in contact with the Federal State of Yoranlis, one of the six major countries, and the other five countries do not know much about the Earth, and may not even know that Yoranlis has united the forces of other worlds. ’
Fang Xingjian thought in his heart, "It seems that the situation I learned from the old man's mouth during this period of time is the same, ordinary people don't know that their world has already begun to break into their world little by little.
I just don't know how far the cooperation between Yoranlith and the Earth Government has reached......
"Hey. ”
Fang Xingjian turned his head and saw that the old man was looking at him indifferently, the old man was holding a sword in his hand, and the sword was covered with dust, stains and greasy, as if it was a burning stick that had been kept in the house all year round.
Seeing Fang Xingjian turn his head, the old man stretched out his hand and threw the long sword at Fang Xingjian.
Choke!
The long sword is unsheathed, there is no brilliance, and there is no compelling cold, just an ordinary Western-style one-handed sword, 1.2 meters long, about three fingers wide, and many gaps left by the battle can still be seen on the blade.
"You kid, you are so badly injured but you still practice swords every day, do you want to go back to take revenge? It is not a simple character to be able to beat you like this. ”
Faced with the old man's question, Fang Xingjian did not explain.
Shaking his head, the old man continued: "This sword was left by me when I was a soldier before, and it is useless for me to keep it anyway, so you can use it." ”
"Thank you. Fang Xingjian looked at the old man seriously and said.
With that, he put away his sword and walked out the door.
"Where are you going?"
"North, Koster. I heard that there are many places to learn skills and train warriors. Fang Xingjian said, this is the closest big city to the fishing village, and he plans to look for opportunities there, gather information, and see if it is possible to find a place where he can learn swordsmanship.
He believes that in a world where you have attributes, skills, and can level up and become stronger, there will definitely be places like sects and unions that cultivate strong people.
"Koster is far away, the road is very dangerous, and winter is coming soon, the blizzard on the way, the hungry beasts, even a large group of warriors may not be able to arrive safely, are you not afraid of dying on the road?"
"Death is going too. After a pause, as if to explain, Fang Xingjian added, "There is not much time left for me. "Indeed, if the will in the purple fire hadn't deceived him, he would only have five years left now.
He really doesn't have much time.
The old man was silent for a while, and then said, "When you arrive at Koster, if you are not dead and still want to learn swords, you can go to the Sword Pavilion to have a look." ”
Fang Xingjian turned his head, but saw that the old man's brown eyes were slightly distracted, as if he had fallen into some memory.
The old man rubbed his eyes, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go, let's go, do what you have to do." ”
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On the entire continent, although everyone has the possibility of becoming a strong man, it may also be because of the excessive strength of individuals, which slows down the development of the civilization level of the entire continent.
Countless villages and towns are still in a state of ignorance, and most people are still not liberated from manual labor, somewhat similar to the Middle Ages in Europe on Earth.
Even because the average number of people here is above level five, most of the civilians have become the main force of manual labor, even above the horses.
"Hurry, hurry, we have to get to the next camp tonight. The blonde caravan steward shouted.
In the caravan, Fang Xingjian carried a sword on his waist and a cargo weighing more than two hundred catties on his back, and walked forward step by step.
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In the middle of the night, Fang Xingjian gritted his teeth and tore at the black bread comparable to a stone, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes when he looked at the bonfire.
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In the torrential rain, a carriage was washed directly under the cliff on the side, and the caravan stewards frantically urged the laborers and slaves, and even had to join the caravan themselves.
Fang Xingjian's whole body was soaked by the torrential rain, his feet stepped on the muddy road, and he walked towards the mountain road step by step, the rain was cold to his heart, and the cargo of the water became heavier and heavier, but his waist was still straight.
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"It's your wages. A bag of copper coins was thrown in front of Fang Xingjian's eyes: "Don't you really think about going to Feilan with us? It's about to snow heavily, and the road to Koster is not easy." ”
"Thank you. Fang Xingjian accepted the copper coin, turned around and left.
"This boy, the master is talking to you. The brown-haired man on the side stood up, but was pressed back by the steward. He looked at the steward in confusion: "Sir?"
He didn't understand why the steward didn't let him teach that arrogant boy a lesson, the other party didn't have extraordinary strength on him, obviously he didn't turn around, at most he was just an ordinary civilian of the ninth level.
The caravan steward shook his head and didn't speak, but kept his eyes on the tattered long sword on the other party's waist, revealing a hint of solemnity.
In the wind and snow, Fang Xingjian walked towards the north step by step, the frost and rain like a knife swept on his face, the low temperature of nearly zero degrees made his face purple, he could only try his best to shrink his body, wrap his entire body in fur, and not expose himself to the wind and snow.
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Under the starry sky, Fang Xingjian's whole person was hiding in the small hole he had dug, and the bonfire on the side was getting weaker and weaker, as if it would be extinguished at any time. He kept shaking his body, as if that way he would reduce the flow of body heat, and his eyes were blazing with flames of vengeance.
Caroline ...... Onassis ......'
'Waiting for me ......'
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Fang Xingjian ran and jumped quickly, the sword on his waist had been unsheathed for some time, and drops of hot blood fell from the blade and sprinkled on the snowfield, leaving a long line of blood.
Dozens of giant wolves let out angry and hideous roars, closely chasing Fang Xingjian's footsteps. The smallest of these giant wolves was more than four meters long, tearing through the air as they ran, emitting a high-pitched whistling sound like an ironclad cannonball.
In this data-based world, not only humans can become stronger, but there are also many powerful monsters.
These monsters are known as ferocious animals on the continent, and they are beasts that have been escalated after fighting again and again.
There are many of these ferocious animals in the forests, grasslands, and rivers, and every year I don't know how many humans who travel in the wild are killed by them and swallowed into their stomachs.
This world has never belonged only to human beings. Most civilians who do not reach the moment of mastery of supernatural powers may never leave their homeland for the rest of their lives.
With a thud, Fang Xingjian jumped into the stream, and the cold and biting water of the river almost instantly made his body freeze.
Turning his head to look, those giant wolves stayed on the shore and hesitated, and after chasing for a few hundred meters, they finally slowly dispersed.
After floating for a full two kilometers, Fang Xingjian found a chance to climb onto the shore, and he immediately stripped naked and looked for flint and steel to make a fire.
He stood by the campfire and kept jumping, drawing his sword and moving, his eyes shining like a beast.
"I'm going to live. ”
"Not only to live, but also to get stronger and stronger, stronger and stronger. ”
In the wind and rain, in the ice and snow, in the loneliest night, Fang Xingjian did not fall, he kept holding his back, and his eyes exuded a wolf-like glow.
He kept thinking about it, thinking about the night in the ancestral hall, thinking about the days when he wore it, those pictures kept playing in his mind over and over again, making his heart become colder and colder, and the fire in his eyes became more and more vigorous.
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In front of Koster's gates stood a man, his hair in tatters, his hair long and tangled, like a refugee from the dirtiest and most despicable civilian quarters.
The man's lips were chapped, his face was blue, his cheeks were emaciated as if he had gone through famine, only the man's eyes were still bright, like stars in the night sky.
"It's finally here. ”
"Koster. ”
The man was naturally Fang Xingjian, he looked down at his specialty panel, and he didn't know when another specialty appeared.
The primary survival instinct, your increased endurance and willpower, make you ignore the pain and endure hunger and cold, and all non-lethal injuries can't stop you from fighting and struggling.