Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
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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