Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
“Do me a favour and stand right there,” I said en route towards him. “I’m gonna unalive you a little bit.”
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In case it wasn’t obvious by now, I made up my mind to use my talents to wreck the metaphorical shit of this giant. The blessings I got from the goddess, were supposed to be used for destroying the faeces of people like these, right?
Boom!
I crashed into the giant with my bronze sabre in hand. The impact knocked the latter back a few meters. His weight alone did most of the work of preventing him from going any further.
Obesity strikes again… ah, who am I kidding? This man’s all muscle.
“Why you—”
The brute raised his giant cleaver overhead after successfully blocking the sabre strike, but before he could bring it down.
“Breaking Mundane Forging Heaven, First Forging, Nine Tempers!”
A cold declaration rang out—it was mine if it wasn’t obvious—followed by a devastating power that filled the sabre in my eleven-year-old hands.
Vrrrm!
Sabre intent flooded the sabre as well, imbuing it with the destructive nature innate to all sabres!
I became aware of one thing. The Breaking Mundane Forging Heaven was a technique that focused mainly on forging.
However, in reference to its offensive aspect, it focused more on breaking its opponent through a destructive forging of them.
It could be thought of as how lightning tribulations could help one to get stronger. However, when the heavens truly wish to kill someone, that boon would swiftly turn to poison instead, turning the former high probability of living through it to near nil.
It was this ‘poison’ of the forging world that I was using against this enemy of mine. In addition, like most forging techniques, it was more apt to be used in conjunction with a hammer rather than a sabre.
As a result, the technique’s power was lessened in my hands as a result. This was why sabre intent was employed with such steadfast resolve. This made it so that the power lost from me not using a hammer wouldn’t be hard felt.
‘One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine Tempers!’
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