Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 205 - I'm In A Hurry
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.06 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 073: The Immortal’s Rage
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 161: Bizarre Death
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 929: Sleepy Time
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 413.2: The Sound of Pouring Rain Doesn't Stop - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 249.1: Surrender, I'll Take You to the Orgy Tonight (1)
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.2: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 755- Arena
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 896 - Make Them Choose Peace
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 754.5- Another way of control part 2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 775: Reformation (2)
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.05 - Northern District's Haze
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 204 - Raid The Dungeon A Few More Times; I Will Give You A Discount
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 267: Goosebumps
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 413.1: The Sound of Pouring Rain Doesn't Stop - Part 1
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 248: Late Night Maid Training
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 38: The Reenactment of a Classic
A group of children wielding wooden swords ran around the streets and swung swords at each other. Wu Huan gulped. He wondered whether he had been a little too alert or not, but at a closer glance, he was surprised. As it turned out, the children were not merely messing around. Their swordsmanship was very orderly. Despite each move and stroke still being extremely undeveloped, it was clearly extremely profound swordsmanship.
This particularly applied to the boy running at the front with a darker complexion. He was not exactly large or small among the group of kids. For some reason, he had angered them all, such that they all chased after him to give him a beating.
He seemed to have grown accustomed to this a long time ago. His small face was filled with a sense of maturity, fighting and retreating as he went. Every time he swung his wooden sword, a child would fall on the ground with a cry.
“Hold your swords! Surround him first!” an older kid called out, and the other children stopped attacking him rashly. They assumed a defensive stance and pressed closer until they cornered him against a wall and surrounded him.
The older kid laughed. “Tiedan, let’s see where you run off to this time. We’re going to give you a thorough beating today!”
“With just you sons of bitches, you can forget about even touching a hair on your daddy Tiedan!”
“Get him!” “Beat him up!”
A farmer’s wife called out from within the village, “Tiedan, your mother is telling you to go home and eat!”
“Understood!” The boy called out, “Sweeping all away!” Suddenly, he bent over and swept along the ground, immediately filling the air with dust and sand. Right when the other children were blinded, he leapt backwards and rose a metre off the ground, climbing up the earthen wall and flipping over the top.
Standing atop the wall, he raised his wooden sword high into the air and laughed aloud. “I’m the hero king!”
Afterwards, he dropped his pants, fished out his willy, and began peeing. The other children all tried to dodge.
“Throw our swords at him!”
Around seven or ei
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