Nonglei has loved to fight since he was a child.

He has more passion for fighting than his peers.

After doing a little farm work, the farm base will think about how to use the terrain, how to bluff, how to oppress the enemy, and how to use its flexible advantages.

He made wooden figures that imitated human bodies and used them as imaginary enemies to practice fighting.

When I was a child, this kind of thing would be sought after by many children.

As we get older, we have fewer and fewer friends who fight, and when we have some time, we go to turn over the soil and farm, or go to the city to find a job to do, or even lie on the ridge and bask in the sun.

Everyone said, "Farmer, it's time for you to wake up." ”

"You can't get into the seminary, and you can't get into the city guard, farm well, save some money, marry a wife, don't think nonsense."

Nong Lei has never been able to pass the seminary exams.

He was born sick, coughing often and occasionally tingling in his chest. Therefore, his father generally did not let him do too heavy farm work, and only hoped that he could take care of his health.

As a result, he was freer and more relaxed than a peasant kid of his age, and he had plenty of time to run around the fields and practice his fists and kicks, hone his fighting skills, at least in his own opinion.

The agricultural base is aimed at the martial monk master Shiojiu.

Convinced that he would become a martial monk, he began to travel the world, battling against all kinds of transcendents and monsters, and fighting to the death.

But the death of his father made the burden of reality fall on his shoulders.

Like other farmers, he had to work in the fields every day, and the heavy work left him with no other thoughts for a long time.

As the others said, all he had left in his mind was to save more money, to repair the thatched hut that was always leaking on rainy days, to have the money to buy some wine, to marry a woman, and to live like this.

Only in his spare time would he beat the wooden man again.

This joy is simple and pure.

As the intensity of labor in the field increased, the farm began to cough up blood frequently. He spent all his savings to treat the disease, but was told by the doctor that the disease was currently incurable and that he might recur at some point.

At this time, Crystal City began to recruit people, saying that they were looking for someone to take care of the rose garden.

The farmer carried the wooden man on his back.

In the new city, he started all over again.

The barricade anchors the Wooden Man outside his broken hut, and he is never alone, as he is always fighting the Wooden Man. In the eyes of many, he is a weirdo.

On his first exit from the city, he was attacked by killing locusts.

Nongli did not flee immediately, and he relied on a wooden stick he carried with him to successfully kill six flying locusts.

The whole process of fighting was practiced hundreds of times as early as when the peasants beat the wooden people. When he looked at the insect corpse at his feet, his body couldn't help but tremble.

It's worth it.

Years of practice are worth it.

Nonglei clenched his fists.

This was immediately met with frenzied revenge from the locust swarm, and in the end, the farmer was seriously injured and died in the Crystal City.

After becoming a ghost warrior, Nonglei takes revenge on the locust swarm.

Years later, Nonglei is already known as a locust killer in Crystal City, and if anyone needs to get through the locust swarm, they will always want to hire him as a bodyguard.

After killing the 10,000th slaughtering locust, the farmer put aside the grudge.

There was no point in continuing to kill, he was already too familiar with the locust swarms, and the repetitive monotonous battles could no longer bring him any progress.

He needs new opponents.

So Nonglei once again carried the wooden man on his back, and he came all the way to the gate of the Martial Arts Association in Yancheng. Now he can finally hold his head high, be a part of the place, and fulfill his promise.

A new era has quietly arrived, but many things have changed.

Nong Lei once fought with a middle-aged martial artist in Crystal City.

The opponent has good strength, and it is very difficult for him to win.

"You're strong."

The warrior monk took his hand and said, "You should become an armor bearer, put on the latest Twin City Armor, and equip a sophisticated weapon, you will be much stronger than you are now." ”

Nong Lei said that he wanted to become a martial monk.

The warrior monk did not object, but asked him, "What is the fastest way to kill a transcendent?" ”

After thinking about it carefully, Nonglei said: "Set a trap and surprise the attack." ”

The other party shook his head: "It's with black roses." ”

"The Killer Black Rose is a forbidden weapon cultivated by Lord Pinkman the Apostle, and it is also the strongest transcendent rose variety at the moment. As long as the Killer mode is enabled, Black Rose can instantly kill enemies within ten paces. ”

The warrior grabbed a branch and pointed lightly at the farm.

"That's it, you're dead."

Nonglei was stunned: "Can't you resist? ”

"Don't try to compete with Black Rose for reaction speed."

The other party said with a serious face: "Killer Black Rose, can spot you when you stare at it, you only see its shadow, but you can't judge its true location." It stabs the target's heart or brain with precision, delivering a lethal single hit. ”

The warrior monk dropped the branch and laughed at himself, "No matter how strong the warrior monk is, he is not well-equipped, and his body cannot resist the deadly attack of the Black Rose. That's the status quo. ”

"The traditional martial monk path is already far behind."

"At least in this era, the armor is the stronger one."

"Young man, listen to the advice of others, eat enough, and become a deacon."

Nonglei just said, "I want to try." ”

Compared to the twin cities in the center of the world, Crystal City is still a distant place, everything is still relatively slow, and many changes have been delayed, so there is no great change in the times.

But after coming to Yancheng, the base camp of the warrior monks, Nonglei finally realized why the warrior monks said that.

An ordinary armor bearer can also be evenly matched with the agricultural bases, and the other party is only a twenty-year-old young man, who has only been in charge of armor for the first year.

The young man relied on the latest Twin City Armor, Quenched Swords, and Hundred Folded Shields.

Needless to say, the Twin City Armor is famous, and it itself is synonymous with strong defense.

The Quenching Sword is a fine iron sword with the element of fire attached to it, which is sharp and tough, and also comes with burn damage.

Forged from the finest copper ingots, the Hundred Folds Shield has excellent resistance to blows, and it is attached to the earth element, which can greatly reduce damage.

The biggest reason for the popularization of these pieces of equipment among the armor bearers is the birth of the steam furnace, which greatly reduces the manpower required for forging and smelting, and only then will there be a batch blowout of sophisticated equipment.

Nonglei couldn't help but be confused.

Is it really meaningless for an individual to practice to the limit of life and death?

After a brief period of doubt, he reaffirmed himself.

By no means.

Nonglei observed in Yancheng that the armor guards here were indeed extremely powerful, but most of them did not have rich combat experience, and they could curb potential criminals and transcendents by virtue of their names alone.

If they get caught up in an encounter and can't put on their armor, they're extremely vulnerable.

In contrast, the Martial Monk had no such worries at all.

Because the path of the warrior monk is to constantly challenge the limit, and the attack and danger are commonplace, and the fighting posture of the warrior monk is to fight with his bare hands.

The merits of each of the two transcendent paths have not changed.

Armorers are easy to train, and the stronger the equipment, the stronger they are, and the weaker the individual combat ability and encounters.

The number of warrior monks is small, they don't rely on props, and they have strong overall ability as a single entity, but when they are besieged, they will fall into danger due to the style that challenges the limit.

Nowadays, the requirements for martial monks have become extremely relaxed, and as long as they show their abilities, they can register.

After registering the warrior monks, the farmer walked out of the gate, which had fallen into disrepair. The dilapidated and depressed inside was even worse than he had imagined.

He stood on the streets of Yancheng.

The streets are filled with citizens dressed in various costumes and chatting with each other.

Armed with swords and shields, the armourers walked in unison and clattered along the stone paths.

The city resounded one after another snorting, and a damp pale white mist lingered in the streets, where the steam stoves were working non-stop, like the beating heart of the city.

Nonglei couldn't help but think.

If it was Mr. Shiohisa, what would he do?

Can the fist of flesh and blood still compete with the body of steel?

Just when he was in a trance, a voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Mr. Nonglei, are you interested in attending an event?"

The speaker was a tall, thin man, dressed in a bright green coat, holding a silver cane, and wearing a wide-brimmed black hat that completely obscured his countenance.

This event is called the "Martial Arts Tournament", and only the extraordinaries with their bare hands can participate, and the extraordinaries who meet the requirements from all over the world are invited. The winner will receive a special reward from the gods. ”

Nong Lei was stunned: "Martial Arts Conference? Who are you? ”

"I'm just a messenger."

The other party pressed the brim of his hat and said: "If you are interested, please prepare well in the next few days, recuperate, the conference will start in a month." We look forward to a good result. ”

With that, he turned away, and disappeared in a few steps.

Nonglei couldn't see how the other party had left.

After a while, his heart was burning again.

Warriors from all over the world gather together to determine the strongest.

Just thinking about this made his fists itch and his whole body full of strength.

I wish all readers a blessed Year of the Rabbit and all the best~