If you want to take revenge, you must have strong power.

If you want to have powerful power, the best way for Fang Xingjian is to learn swordsmanship.

He already had some insights into learning swordsmanship in the Miracle World.

This is originally a world that far surpasses the earth in personal force development. The five major families in the Demon City are now, and their strongest people have obtained huge resources from other worlds.

This time, Fang Xingjian was probably kidnapped by Caroline and brought to the Miracle World by the other party along the sea route. The period of recovery did not prevent him from evaluating the information here from the old man's mouth. Most of the situation was very close to what he knew in the Demon City.

In this world, levels, attributes, and skills have been taken for granted by all humans living here, like the sky, like the sun, like the center of gravity.

Although I had heard rumors about another world in the Demon City, this was really the first time Fang Xingjian came to this world.

In the old man's mouth, he knew that under his feet was a very huge continent. Currently, there are six countries on this continent. His current location is near the West Sea coast of the Sinkoda Empire, the largest country in the mainland.

'But according to the statements within the Demon City Government, the Earth is only in contact with the Federation of Ulanlis, one of the six major countries. The other five major countries do not know about the Earth, and may not even be clear that Ulanlis has united forces from other worlds.'

Fang Xingjian thought to himself: "The situation I learned from the old man during this period seems to be the same. Ordinary people don't know that outsiders have begun to break into their world bit by bit.

I just don’t know how much cooperation between Yulanlis and the Earth Government has reached…’

"Hello."

Fang Xingjian turned his head and saw the old man looking at him indifferently. The old man was holding a sword in his hand, and the sword was covered with dust, stains and greasy, just like a fire stick that had been placed in the house all year round.

Seeing Fang Xingjian turning his head, the old man stretched out his hand and threw the long sword towards Fang Xingjian.

choke!

The long sword is unsheathed, without any brilliance, and without any squeaking coldness. It is just an ordinary Western-style one-handed sword, 1.2 meters long and about three fingers wide. There are many gaps left by the battle on the blade.

"You kid, you are so seriously injured but still practice swords every day. Do you want to go back and take revenge? It's not a simple character to be able to make you like this."

Faced with the old man's problem, Fang Xingjian did not explain.

Shaking his head, the old man continued, "This sword was left behind when I was in the army. Anyway, it's useless for me to keep it. You can use it."

"Thank you." Fang Xingjian said seriously at the old man.

As he said that, he put away his long sword and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Northern, Cost. I heard that there are many places to learn skills and cultivate warriors there." Fang Xingjian said, this is a big city closest to the fishing village. He plans to find opportunities there, collect information, and see if there is any possibility to find a place to learn swordsmanship.

He believes that in a world where there are attributes, skills, and can level up and become stronger, there will definitely be places like sects, trade unions and other places where strong people are cultivated.

"Coster is far away, the road is very dangerous, and winter is coming soon. The snowstorm along the way, hungry beasts, even the soldiers of a large group of soldiers may not be able to arrive safely. Are you afraid of dying on the road?"

"You have to go even if you die." After a pause, as if to explain, Fang Xingjian added: "I don't have much time left for me." Indeed, if the will in the purple fire did not lie to him, he would only have five years left.

He does not have much time.

The old man was silent for a while and said, "When you arrive at Cost, if you are not dead and want to learn swords, you can go to the Sword Hall to have a look."

Fang Xingjian turned around, but saw that the old man's brown eyes were slightly lost, as if he was trapped in some memories.

The old man rubbed his eyes and waved his hand and said, "Let's go, go, do what you should do."

...

Although everyone on the entire continent has the possibility of becoming a strong man, perhaps it is because the individual power is too strong that the level of civilization in the entire continent has slowed down.

Countless villages and towns are still in a state of ignorance, and most people are still not liberated from physical labor, somewhat similar to the medieval times of Europe on Earth.

Even because the people here are above level five on average, most civilians have become the main force of physical labor, even above horses.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you must arrive at the next camp tonight." The blonde caravan manager shouted.

In the caravan, Fang Xingjian held a sword on his waist and carried a cargo weighing more than 200 kilograms on his back, and walked step by step towards the front.

...

Late at night, Fang Xingjian gritted his teeth and tore up the black bread comparable to a stone. When he looked at the bonfire, there seemed to be flames burning.

...

In the heavy rain, a carriage was rushed directly under the cliff beside it. The caravan managers were urging workers and slaves to rush to join the transport team.

Fang Xingjian was soaked in heavy rain. His feet were stepping on the muddy road and walked towards the mountain road step by step. The rain was cold and the water was getting heavier. His waist was still straight.

...

"This is your wage." A bag of copper coins was thrown in front of Fang Xingjian: "Do you really don't consider going to Philan with us? It's going to snow very much soon, and the road to Cost is not easy to walk."

"Thank you." Fang Xingjian took the copper coins, turned around and left.

"This kid, the master is talking to you." The brunette man standing up, but was pressed back by the manager. He looked at the manager in confusion: "Sir?"

He didn't understand why the manager didn't let him teach that arrogant boy a lesson. The other party had no extraordinary power, obviously he didn't have a single turn, and at most he was just an ordinary civilian at level nine.

The caravan manager shook his head and didn't say anything. He just kept his eyes on the ragged sword on the other party's waist, revealing a hint of solemnity.

In the wind and snow, Fang Xingjian walked towards the north step by step. The frost and rain like a knife wiped against his face. The low temperature at nearly zero degrees made his face blue and purple. He could only try his best to shrink his body and wrap his entire body in fur, and not expose it to the wind and snow.

...

Under the starry sky, Fang Xingjian hid in the small hole he dug. The bonfire next to him became weaker and weaker, as if it would be extinguished at any time. He kept shaking his body, as if this could reduce the passage of heat in his body. In his eyes were burning flames of revenge.

‘Caroline…Onasis…’

‘Waiting for me…’

...

Fang Xingjian ran and jumped quickly. The sword on his waist had been unsheathed at some point. Drops of hot blood fell from the blade and sprinkled on the snow field, leaving a long blood line.

Dozens of giant wolves let out anger and ferocious roars, chasing Fang Xingjian's footsteps. The smallest one of these giant wolves was more than four meters long. They tore the air apart while running, making a sharp whistling sound, just like armored shells.

In this data-based world, not only humans can become stronger, but also many powerful monsters.

These monsters are called ferocious animals on the continent, and are beasts that have been escalated after repeated battles.

This fierce animal is full of cow hair in the forest, on the grassland, and in the rivers. Every year, I don’t know how many humans traveling in the wild are killed by them and then swallowed into their stomachs.

This world has never only belonged to humans. Most civilians who have not reached the turn of the world to master extraordinary power may never leave their hometown in their entire lives.

With a plop, Fang Xingjian jumped into the stream, and the biting cold river water almost made his body freeze.

Turning around, the giant wolf stayed on the shore and hesitated. After chasing for hundreds of meters, they finally dispersed slowly.

After floating for two kilometers, Fang Xingjian found the opportunity to climb to the shore. He immediately took off all his clothes and looked for a flint to make a fire.

He stood by the bonfire and kept jumping, drawing his sword and moving, and his eyes were filled with a beast-like light.

"I want to live."

"Not only do you have to survive, but you have to become stronger and stronger."

In the wind, rain, ice and snow, in the loneliest night, Fang Xingjian did not fall down. He kept erecting his back, and his eyes emitted a faint light like a wolf.

He kept thinking in his mind, thinking about the night in the ancestral hall, thinking about the days he wore, the scenes kept playing in his mind, making his heart colder and the fire in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

...

A man stood in front of the gate of Cost. His body was ragged and his hair was long and tangled, just like a refugee escaped from the dirtiest and the most despicable civilian area.

The man's lips were chapped, his face turned blue, and his cheeks were thin as if he had experienced famine. Only the man's eyes were still bright, just like stars in the night sky.

"It's finally here."

"Coster."

The man was naturally Fang Xingjian. He looked down at his expertise panel, and somehow he had another expertise.
Chapter completed!