The person in front of him looks like an emperor no matter how he looks at it.

Just, although the other party was wearing a hat and looked like he was hiding his head and tail, Shan Bing was still aware of the other party's identity - even if he didn't have any evidence to prove it, he could confirm that he was not wrong.

It's definitely Huangtian, it must be Huangtian, it's back! That god-like monster is back!

"You ......"

In just an instant, Shan Bing's back was already completely wet with cold sweat.

The great terror of the past caught up again, helplessness and confusion clenched his neck again, his heart began to beat wildly, his face instantly turned pale, sweat dripped from his forehead, drop by drop hit the bottom of his heart, so that those memories that should have been forgotten poured out again.

After all, it hadn't been long since he could really forget it.

"I ......"

His knees instinctively weakened, and Shan Bing almost knelt on the spot.

It was impossible to win, he was facing a monster like a god, and in front of such a majestic existence, he was as small as an ant and as small as a flea.

The other party doesn't even need to do anything to him, just need to look at him, and he will die on the spot, and he will never be able to live forever.

He has absolutely no way to be hostile to such a monster, such a terrifying monster, he will never win, all he can do is surrender, he can only kneel on the ground, he has no other choice, he can only ......

"Is there really no other choice?"

A thought crossed his mind.

This idea is so bold and crazy, it is not even a human thought - but any normal person must have to live, not to seek death knowing that there is a dead end, but at this moment, Shan Bing found that this idea was so familiar.

Yes, it's all too familiar, after all, he's been repeating things like this all this time.

That is, try again.

If it doesn't work once, twice, and if it doesn't work twice, three times, this is the truth he realized when he learned the dish of stewed lion's head, and when he applied the same idea to other things, those things that he thought he couldn't do anyway suddenly began to become invincible.

Indeed, at the beginning, he may suffer some failures, but even if he fails, he can bring him some experience and lessons, try again, try again, he can always grasp the key to this thing, there will always be a time to do it well.

And in this process, in his undivided devotion, under the accumulation of success after success, he also began to become stronger and stronger.

The so-called strength is not the harvest brought by some great success, but the huge miracle accumulated by small achievements again and again.

And now, a new challenge is in front of Shan Bing.

"Pick, challenge?"

When he realized this, Shan Bing even felt that he had gone crazy, he would actually take this matter as a challenge, he would actually take facing this monster comparable to a god as a challenge - just like learning to stew a lion's head, just like he learned other dishes, this would actually be a challenge, it would be an attempt.

"Try again, try again."

A voice shouted in Shan Bing's heart, urging him to act quickly.

This is the power of habit, and it can also be counted as the result of cultivation, and the new way of thinking does bring him strength, but it also brings something else after all—just like now, he knows very well in his heart that this will be a train of thought, but his hand is still subconsciously on the hilt of the sword behind the big shield.

However, at the moment when he was about to draw his sword, Shan Bing forcibly controlled himself.

The horror he had seen in the past gripped his heart again, and reason once again prevailed, and the moment he grasped the hilt of his sword, he suddenly realized that this kind of thing was not at all the same thing as his usual attempts.

Whether it's making stewed lion's head, or chicken soup, even the most difficult Wensi tofu, after he fails, he can still have a chance to do it again, these things may take some time, but there is no other cost to him, at least there is no dish that is not done, he will die in front of the stove.

But this time, it's completely different.

If he fails, he will really die.

This is a life-and-death struggle, not a cooking, it only takes one failure, and he even loses his life - his life is gone, everything is naturally gone, such a huge cost, is it really worth it for him to do this?

"It's like...... Gambling. ”

At this moment, Shan Bing actually remembered those, the market doctor.

For those gamblers, Shan Bing has always looked down on them, he only knows how to cut with a knife, and he can't understand those gamblers who gamble bankruptly for an almost impossible card - just, in his opinion, these gamblers' heads are afraid that their heads are not broken, why do they think that if they press down all their net worth, they will definitely be able to gamble big?

And the facts have also proved that the losers are the majority, for example, a monster he dealt with recently, which was transformed by a crazy gambler, even if he became a monster, the gambler was still shaking his three dice head, trying to gamble big, which shows how crazy gambling is.

It's just that what Shan Bing didn't expect was that he himself would have such a day.

Yes, he could try, he could try to draw his sword, but this kind of thing is no different from a gambler, he is gambling with his life, he doesn't even know what he is gambling on.

Is it really possible to do such a thing?

Does he really, want to gamble on this sword?

"What are you going to do?"

Just when Shan Bing was still hesitating, the figure in front of him finally spoke.

"You, are you going to stop me?"

Shan Bing's hands trembled more and more.

Can't.

No.

Both the intellect and the body were suppressing him, telling him that he couldn't make a move no matter what.

"I ......"

After the shield, Shan Bing still let go of the hilt of the sword.

Reason told him that he couldn't gamble, and if he lost, everything was gone.

But he hadn't drawn his sword yet, but the figure in front of him had already drawn his sword.

"Are you going to stop me? Just you? ”

Under the heavy hat, Huangtian's face was already very ugly.

It's okay to be called to break his identity, and the plan can't catch up with the change, although it's not common, but it's not rare - but this time, he really can't bear it.

It's called Shan Bing, right? The thing that once crawled at his feet, a humble existence like an ant, actually dared to draw a sword at him?

What is this? This thing also deserves it?

If he has to endure this kind of thing again and again, then when he really wants to do it, his state of mind may also be greatly reduced - compared with going all out, what enemy is clear and dark is really not so important, directly cutting this ant who dares to provoke him, and then fighting him in a dignified manner is also a way.

Of course, more importantly, it gives him a clear mind.

With that in mind, he swung his sword.

You don't need to use any moves, you don't need to concentrate any energy, it's just a matter of killing an ant, it's as simple as crushing a mosquito to death - do you need to roar when you crush an ant? Not at all.

You just need to run over it, this is his strength, and it is also his self-......

"Sun-Piercing!"

A big day blooms on the streets.

Immediately after, the sharp blade pierced the sword of the Great Sun.

“…… Ay? ”

Huangtian, who was divided into two halves, looked at the left and right halves of his body, and the outrageous perspective even made him dizzy.

But that's not the end of it.

"Sun-Piercing! Strike through the sun! Strike through the sun! ”

The glorious sun rose again and again, and the sharp blade was swung again and again.

"Sun-Piercing! I'm an elephant! I'm an elephant! Strike through the sun! I'm Kanri! Elephant Strike! ”

The short sword in his hand swung like a kitchen knife, and the panicked Shan Bing couldn't even speak, he only knew how to swing the blade again and again, even if he didn't know what he was chopping.

All he knew was that he had to cut it out.

He wouldn't have been able to do this before, and when the shadow of death grabbed him by the neck, he would just stay there like a chicken choked by the throat - of course, if he was facing someone who was not strong enough for him, he could still make a tiger down the mountain, but only if he knew he could win.

If he knows he can't win, can he still move?

Before, maybe not.

But for now......

"Try again."

The voice was screaming in his heart.

"Try again."

"Try again, try again."

"Try again, try again, try again."

"Come again, come again, come again, come again!"

Like a person walking on the edge of a cliff, he was finally pushed from behind, and in the face of the inertia brought about by this habit, the chicken that was choked by the throat finally began to kick his legs and struggle—even if this struggle was so unsightly, and it didn't even have any effect, but this will to survive that ran through life itself, or rather, something more poignant than the will to survive, finally began to manipulate his body.

The reason why it is described as manipulation is naturally because Shan Bing himself is almost unconscious at this moment, and the excessive pressure has completely shut down his brain, and he has almost no ability to think now, just mechanically, instinctively, waving the sword in his hand, again and again.

Until he came to his senses.

“…… Ay? ”

Looking at the blood-stained short sword in his hand, as well as the puddle of bloody fragments on the ground, Shan Bing suddenly fell into a trance.

This...... Did he do it?

What did he just do?

"Good!"

Just when Shan Bing was crumbling, someone around him suddenly shouted hello.

"Well done! Well done! ”

There was a solid arm around Shan Bing's limp body, which was the short man who sold cooking cakes, and then, the passers-by who had stolen their wallets also supported Shan Bing's body, and more and more people came over to help Shan Bing, who was about to fall, even if Shan Bing was covered in blood, they didn't care.

This is a passion that Shan Bing has never felt.

In the past, although he was also killing those monsters and murderers, people still avoided him like a plague god, and perhaps in the eyes of these people, he was no different from those murderers - but this time it was a different feeling, he actually felt a little eager, a little warm care.

Perhaps it was because of this warm care that Shan Bing's originally weak body gradually began to become stronger.

"I ...... Nothing. ”

Shan Bing, who stood still, first reported that he was safe, and then hurriedly began to check the corpse on the ground.

It is said that it is a corpse, but it is not very accurate, strictly speaking, this stall on the ground is more similar, meat filling - but the craft of this chopping stuffing is obviously not very skilled, not only the tendons are not chopped, even the broken bones are chopped in, and after lifting the hat that was split into three pieces, Shan Bing even pieced together most of the dough.

And after seeing the patchwork dough, Shan Bing was quite a little crying and laughing.

"What."

Putting away the short sword, Shan Bing smiled bitterly.

"Isn't that scaring yourself?"

It's really a bit of a scare for himself, just because of the patchwork of the face, he really can't see the appearance of the emperor - in other words, what he met is probably just an ordinary swordsman.

An ordinary swordsman can scare him so much that he doesn't dare to make a move, and now he is really too bad.

"Hey......"

Thinking of the hesitant way he looked just now, Shan Bing couldn't help but sigh.

Think about it, what kind of character is Huangtian, who is a monster comparable to a god, how can he eat baked cakes on the side of the road without giving money, and steal people's wallets?

Besides, if it was the real emperor, he probably didn't even have a chance to draw his sword just now, and he would die in front of him.

However, if it is really the emperor......

"Try again."

The voice rang in his heart again.

Only this time, Shan Bing did not deny this voice.

If it is really the emperor, then try again, although he may die, but he does not need to be afraid for the rest of his life because of this fear.

So it's been so long, why hasn't the emperor come back yet?

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"Why hasn't the emperor come yet?"

Du Chengfeng, who was basking in the sun at the door of the imperial dining room, looked up at the sky, he had just eaten a full meal and was lying down and picking his teeth.

He's been waiting for a month, and the emperor hasn't appeared yet, what is this doing?

"There must be some bigger conspiracy hatched."

Du Chengfeng thought like this, maybe there was only this reason, otherwise he should have been hunted down and killed a long time ago, how could he still lie here in the sun?

"Well, he's coming, he's going to come again, I can't let him not find me."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng decided to continue waiting.

The update is coming, and the health effect is getting better and better, and I think I will soon be able to become a two-watch warrior.

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(End of chapter)