Legendary Armament Canon



Zhang Yukun cupped his hands and said seriously, "May I know your name?"

"Nameless," the man said calmly.

"Nameless?" Zhang Yukun felt a little strange. This name sounded like an alias. But in this world, there were countless strange people. Perhaps there was really someone with this name.

"So, it's Brother Nameless. Brother Nameless, your cultivation is high, so you will definitely be able to fight for our God of War camp! My abilities are low, so I can only wave the flag and cheer for you. Brother Nameless, you must bring glory to our God of War camp."

Nameless didn't reply. He sized up Zhang Yukun and suddenly said, "What's your name?"

Zhang Yukun patted his head. "I almost forgot to introduce myself. Zhang Yukun!"

"Your surname is Zhang?" Nameless said. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Yukun. "Why do you want to fight for the God of War camp?"

"Must there be a reason? We cultivate the God of War Catalog and enjoy the favor of that senior. Shouldn't we fight for his name? The Martial God Catalog is nothing in comparison. It is not worthy of being compared to that senior," Zhang Yukun said matter-of-factly.

Nameless understood what Zhang Yukun meant. The senior Zhang Yukun was referring to was the unknown martial artist on the Myriad World Communication Token…

"Do you really want to fight for the God of War camp?" Nameless continued to ask.

"Of course!" Zhang Yukun said seriously. "When a man acts, he does it with gusto. I'm not here to be a spectator. Although I know I might not be able to do it, I'll try my best."

He said solemnly, "My grandfather told me that if I don't have the heart to advance bravely, I can only be a mediocre person for the rest of my life."

"Your grandfather?" Nameless asked curiously.

"My grandfather's name is Zhang Yibei. He was once the superintendent of Great Xia's Forging Division's 0th Workshop," Zhang Yukun said proudly. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say it. My grandfather once followed King Zhou!

Zhang Yukun knew that his grandfather had never made use of his relationship with the King of the South, nor had he allowed his family to say anything about his relationship with the King of the South.

Although his grandfather had already passed away, Zhang Yukun still remembered this rule.

After so many years, almost no one in this world knew that the King of the South was the first superintendent of Great Xia's 0th Workshop.

Zhang Yukun sighed in his heart.

Nameless seemed to be in a daze as he muttered to himself, "Zhang Yibei…"

A moment later, he returned to normal and looked at Zhang Yukun. "If you need to risk your life to fight for the God of War camp, will you still be willing to fight?"

"Of course. How can we martial artists be afraid of death?" Zhang Yukun said matter-of-factly. "Since I cultivate the God of War Catalog, I'm considered a disciple of that unknown senior. If my master is in trouble, I should do my best. I'll sacrifice my life in order to protect my master's reputation. There's nothing to be afraid of.

"My life is nothing, but my master's honor must not be insulted!"

Zhang Yukun's face was brimming with light, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Nameless nodded slightly and stopped talking.

Zhang Yukun's aura dissipated as he said helplessly, "Unfortunately, I just broke through to the second rank not long ago. Otherwise, I could have competed for a spot to fight."

"Although there are some second-rank martial artists whose cultivation is stronger than yours, you might still have a chance," Nameless said indifferently.

"Brother Nameless, do you have a way?" Zhang Yukun asked in surprise. This brother is an expert among first-rank martial artists. He should be more than capable of guiding a second-rank martial artist like me.

Zhang Yukun cupped his hands. "Brother Nameless, if you can help me fight for an opportunity, then I will owe you a favor. If you have any instructions later, I, Zhang Yukun, will definitely not refuse!"

Nameless's expression didn't change. There seemed to be no other expression on his face as he said indifferently, "There's a way, but I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand it."

"I won't be able to withstand it?" Zhang Yukun laughed and said confidently, "Brother Nameless, although my cultivation is far inferior to yours, you underestimate me too much.

"To be honest, Brother Nameless, I grew up in a forging workshop. Ever since I learned how to walk, I've swung the hammer and forged. I've already endured all kinds of hardships. What else can't I endure? There's nothing I can do about cultivation, but in terms of willpower, I, Zhang Yukun, am definitely not weaker than anyone!"

Zhang Yukun was extremely confident. He wasn't bragging. The hardships he had suffered since he was young were definitely unimaginable to outsiders.

His grandfather's horizons were not high. He only knew how to nurture his grandson and make him suffer. In the end, Zhang Yukun didn't learn anything else, but he inherited his ability to endure hardship.

"In that case, I'll help you once," Nameless said. Then he placed his hands behind his back and walked toward Mount Hua.

Zhang Yukun was at a loss. Didn't you say you would help me? Why are you leaving?

He quickly followed.

Mount Hua was a perilous peak. Ordinary people couldn't reach the top at all.

But for martial artists, although it was a little difficult, they could still do it if they tried hard.

The people from the Martial God camp and the God of War camp climbed to the top of the mountain after more than an hour.

Hundreds of people almost filled the entire peak of Mount Hua.

The Earth Immortals wouldn't compete in public. Everyone knew who was stronger and who was weaker. The candidates for the battle were naturally quickly decided.

As for those below the Earth Immortal realm, they were divided into groups according to their cultivation levels and selected according to the agreed rules.

Zhang Yukun was naturally among the group of second-rank martial artists.

Seeing Nameless come with him, Zhang Yukun couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. He whispered, "Brother Nameless, how are you going to help me?"

He didn't understand how Nameless could help him win a spot. Can he increase my cultivation greatly in an instant?

Speaking of which, the Myriad World Communication Token did seem to have this function, but this function could only be used by high-level users. It was said that only the Myriad World Communication Tokens in Great Liang's army had this function.

Moreover, in order to determine the difference between the God of War Catalog and the Martial God Catalog, everyone prohibited the use of such functions. They even prohibited the use of mystic techniques and special connate divine weapons that stimulated one's potential.

Therefore, Zhang Yukun couldn't think of how Nameless was going to help him.

He said honestly, "Brother Nameless, my Martial Dao aptitude is average. Even with your guidance, I might not be able to comprehend it in such a short period of time…"

There were really not many martial artists who were willing to admit that their Martial Dao talent was average.

Nameless looked at Zhang Yukun, surprise flashing across his eyes. He slowly said, "Just fight."

"Just fight?" Zhang Yukun was puzzled.

"There's no need to consider winning or losing. Use all your abilities and give it your all."

"That's it?" Zhang Yukun was speechless. Your idea is just a few words of encouragement?

I, Zhang Yukun, am not a fool. How can I believe such words?

The difference in strength is obvious. Can I make up for the difference just by going all out?

If things were that simple, why would martial artists cultivate desperately?

I knew this matter wouldn't be so easy. I shouldn't have placed my hopes on Brother Nameless.

But then again, Brother Nameless doesn't owe me anything. He's already giving me face by encouraging me.

Forget it. Even if I can't fight for a spot, I, Zhang Yukun, won't retreat without fighting.

Since I'm here, it's not a bad idea to spar with martial artists of the same level. Brother Nameless is right. In any battle, regardless of winning or losing, I have to do my best!

"Thank you, Brother Nameless. I'll go now!" Zhang Yukun cupped his hands at Nameless. Then with a flick of his sleeve, he strode onto the battlefield of the selection.