There is a great terror between life and death.

Most people can't escape the fear of death, even those who claim to be tough, maybe they can be tough once or twice, just like the thousand slaughterers, in a critical moment, they can also show some courage to fight hard - but once they survive the shadow of death, once they are free from the threat of death, and let them go back, they are not willing to do it anyway.

This doesn't even have anything to do with what kind of mind or will, it's purely a human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, but as long as there is a chance to live normally, who would want to deliberately seek death?

Yin people are willing.

Everyone is willing.

"Hoo ......"

A punch killed a person who dared to rush in front of him with a knife, and the figure with a knife nailed to his chest let out a breath of turbidity.

Blood and brains splattered on its face, reminding it of its youth.

Every Yin person is a warrior, and can only be a warrior, in that barbaric era, if you don't fight, you can only die, so every Yin person will learn how to fight, how to fight, and how to kill everything that can still move in front of you with the fastest speed.

It is only recently that these things have been summed up by later generations and called them "martial arts".

The name may sound better after the makeover, but in its opinion, there is no need to change the name of such a thing at all - on the contrary, after changing the name, it makes people feel that as long as they do not learn the so-called "martial arts", combat is something that has nothing to do with them.

But, is it really irrelevant?

The battle is never far away, the battle runs through life itself, and the time to give up the fight is the closest time to death.

Every Yin person is a warrior, every Yin person has faced death, and perhaps some Yin people have chosen to retreat and choose to give up fighting, but after all, they still have no place to die because of their own choice - it is precisely because of the blood and tears accumulated by these generations of Yin people that later Yin people have become more aware of those most important things related to battle and life.

Fighting runs through life itself, and if you want to survive, you have to fight.

Yes, you may die in battle, but if you don't, you will definitely die.

The moment when there is no longer a fight, that is, the closest to death.

"So, there needs to be a fight."

Thinking like this, it reached out and touched the two gaps in the bronze knife on its chest.

With the help of the Grain Spirit, the demon in its heart eventually showed it the way—or rather, it should have been a problem that it should have discovered earlier.

When was the last time you fought in earnest?

It seems like a long, long time ago, so long that it can't even remember it clearly. However, it is precisely because it has been out of battle for so long that it will capsize in the gutter - indeed, it can say "I am fighting against the more difficult unknown, and the study of things is also another battlefield", or simply dump the blame on this body, after all, this body does not even have half of its strength.

But it doesn't want to make excuses, being hurt is being hurt.

As a Yin person, it didn't need to make any excuses, after all, the poisonous snakes and beasts in the wild jungle would not listen to its explanations, and those enemies who wanted to kill it, those who wanted to kill it, it was impossible to give it any chance to explain.

"So, fight."

With that thought, its fist smashed another opponent's head.

It doesn't use any other power, it doesn't use any extraordinary technology, it just controls its fists and kicks jerkyly, which is the most basic and also the most brutal fight.

It is also the most primitive and closest to the essence of the battle.

Under the guidance of the ghost in its heart, in the continuous battle, it seems to come back to life, and even more than it, even the wild environment of the past, the cruel atmosphere, has also come to life again—but this environment, which is extremely dangerous in the eyes of others, and even impossible to survive, is like a fish in water for it.

After all, it came from such a place.

The familiar environment allowed it to stretch to its heart's content, and even this temporarily found body began to become easy to grasp - originally it had thought about whether to change to a better body, but now it seems that it can possess this body, maybe it is the best arrangement left for it by the ghosts and gods in the underworld.

Indeed, the unfamiliarity with this body has caused it some injuries, but it is precisely because of the appearance of these injuries that it can clearly see its own weaknesses.

That is, it relies too much on its own power.

That great power keeps it too far away from death, too much power even keeps it away from the battle—maybe it can stop the battle before it happens, and it is a symbol of strength in itself, but how can it get close to death without fighting?

Death is the cruelest trial, but it is also the most severe teacher, death is a mirror, and under the oppression of death, all mistakes and omissions will become unrecognizable.

And this is the ritual it planned for itself after coming into contact with the ghost in its heart.

Under the sky, under the witness of all beings, the enemy is broken in the most primitive way.

As for when it was going to fight, it didn't think about it, but this kind of thing didn't matter to it - anyway, the fight itself was the greatest entertainment for it, and taking some time to come and play for a while every day was undoubtedly the most beneficial exercise for physical and mental health.

Fighting is something that runs through life itself, and this kind of thing doesn't need a deadline.

It's just that its opponents are really a bit worse, and although these people with swords look quite bluffing, they are actually not even warriors, and in its eyes, these people can only be regarded as monkeys who have just taken up their weapons - of course, monkeys can indeed cause some trouble when they take up weapons. But as its grip on the body deepened, the monkeys gradually became unable to do any harm to it.

But it's not in a hurry.

"I knew it! You're going to find it! ”

Grabbing the oncoming blazing fire blade, the figure with the sword nailed to his chest was full of excitement.

"This is the guidance of the spirits! It's fate! As long as you're a warrior, there's going to be a fight between us sooner or later! ”

"Why are you talking so much nonsense."

The five-zhang long fiery blade dissipated instantly, which made the figure with the sword nailed to his chest hold empty.

Immediately afterwards, the two-handed combat knife in Du Chengfeng's hand stabbed at the figure's chest and abdomen.

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(End of chapter)