Thousand Blades of Death

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——Clem didn’t understand what he meant, and he looked dumbfounded.

"How does it feel to face death? Overcome the feeling of death?"

Clem repeated his rapid breaths and looked at Ma Yuan with a lost expression. Ma Yuan had no intention of killing, as if it was just a hoax. He gradually understood Ma Yuan's meaning, and then he was relieved.

As if he had been supported by the intense murderous intention just now, Clem's body fell uncontrollably like a broken puppet.

He knelt down on the ground in the alley and greedily sent fresh air into his lungs.

"Fortunately, you died without shock. Sometimes this happens because you are sure that you will die and give up maintaining life."

Clem still had a bitter taste deep in his throat. He was convinced that this was the taste of death.

"Just repeat it a few more times, and you must become able to overcome the general fear. But one thing to note is that fear can stimulate survival instincts. If this aspect is completely paralyzed, even the obvious danger will become I can't feel it. You must carefully distinguish the real danger."

"Forgive me and be rude, but who are you?"

Clem crawled to the ground and asked him moaning.

"What does this question mean?"

"That murderousness is not something ordinary people can send out. Are you..."

"Me, it's just the ordinary bodyguard of a mansion."

"Guard?"

Clem couldn't look away from the smiling Ma Yuan's face. He only seemed to smile warmly, but he seemed to surpass the Ge Gefu, the roar of the absolute strong man.

Perhaps far more than the existence of Ge Jiefu, the strongest fighter in neighboring countries.

-Clem wants to satisfy his curiosity. He believes that it is impossible to go deeper and pursue this issue.

Even so, what exactly is Ma Yuan? How could it be just a bodyguard, if so, how noble his master should be. Only this doubt strongly remains in my heart. Could it be one of those thirteen heroes? He even had this idea.

"Then you can almost do it again--"

"--Wait, wait! I have something to ask you."

Interrupting Ma Yuan's words, a man's voice with many fears sounded behind him.

The third day of the fire month [September] 9:42

Bryan is out of Ge Gefu's house.

Looking back, he remembered the appearance of the house in his mind when thinking about what happened when he came back. Because Gu Gefu brought him, his temperature was too low, and his consciousness was a little hazy, so I don't remember very well.

He knew the address of Ge Gefu's family before, because he wanted to challenge Ge Gefu one day in the future, so he collected intelligence. But that was just a matter of speed, a little bit wrong.

"There is no sword at all on the roof."

He cursed an intelligence vendor who sold false information to him and carefully observed the house.

Compared with the residences where nobles live, this house is much smaller, more like a residence for a well-off citizen. But it was more than enough for Ge Gefu to live with three old couples who were domestic helpers.

After remembering the shape of the house, Brian took steps.

There is no special place to go.

I don't want to buy weapons, armor or magic props anymore.

"What should I do in the future..."

The mumble disappeared in mid air.

He felt it didn't matter where he disappeared. In fact, he is still attracted to this kind of thought until now.

He explored what he wanted in his heart, but there was only an empty cave in his heart. The purpose was completely crushed, leaving no wreckage.

If so, why—

He looked down at his right hand and held a knife. Wearing chain mail shirts under the clothes.

On the way to Wangdu, he held the knife tightly because of fear. He knew that encountering a monster like Shatia, a monster that could bounce off Brian's full attack with his little fingernails, this knife was useless at all, but the defenseless still made him frightened.

So what is the reason for holding the knife now? He can be put in Ge Gefu's house. Are you still upset?

Brian shook his head left and right.

wrong.

But in this case, what kind of feelings do you hold the knife for? As a result, he could not find an answer.

Bryan recalled the memories of his first visit to Wangdu before and walked around. Some buildings are still the same as they used to be, such as the Wizards’ Union or the King City, but they also see many new buildings that are not in memory. While Brian was enjoying the departure from memory and reality, there was a commotion on the road ahead.

The noise made him frown. The breath from the crowd was sharp violence.

Brian was planning to go elsewhere, and when he changed the direction of his toes, an old man and young man attracted his attention. They slid into the crowd with a glide-like movement.

"What, what? What happened?"

He blinked several times and exclaimed unconsciously. That action is really incredible. He couldn't help thinking that he was in a so-called daydream or was affected by some magical effect.

I'm afraid their actions can't even be done by Bryan. It is a magical skill that must be mastered by the opponent's consciousness and the flow of power generated by the push of the entire crowd.

-In terms of movement, it has reached a peak.

His feet moved towards the crowd without hesitation.

Brian pushed away the others again and again and walked to the center, just to see the moment when the young man was shaking his chin at high speed.

what? The blow just now... Can it be blocked if it is me? Hard? Has he induced men's consciousness and sight? Is it my heart? But having said that, the action of that blow is really beautiful and can be used as a textbook...

He repeatedly pondered the blow he had just seen, and could not help groaning in his mouth.

He did not see clearly, and it was difficult to compare swordsmen and fighters on the same benchmark. Even so, that short period of time was enough for Brian to understand that the youth in front of him was quite capable.

Maybe the man is better than himself. And it looks younger than myself!

Brian bit his lower lip and wanted to compare the youth's profile with the strong man's profile in his memory. However, there is no such character in his memory.

Where is he sacred?

The young and old walked out of the crowd in a flash. A teenager chased behind him. As if seduced, Brian was impulsive and started to follow behind the boy.

He always felt that they had eyes behind them, so he didn't dare to follow him directly, but he didn't have to worry about following the boy. Moreover, cunningly speaking, even if the teenager is found, he is still safe.

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