Kersmerd grew up in an orphanage in the Kingdom of Nord. No one knows who his parents are. Due to many complex reasons such as family poverty and unexpected disasters, abandoned babies are not uncommon everywhere in the continent of Kaladia, and the unfortunate Kersmerd is one of them.

Growing up with a group of orphans with similar fates made Ksmerd not care about who his parents were in his childhood. He didn't even know what his parents were. Until he was nine years old and was playing with naughty children on the street outside the orphanage, a child scolded him fiercely, "You are a little bastard who doesn't even know who his parents are!"

From then on, he remembered the word "parents".

As for the meaning of the word "parent", it was told by the dean of the orphanage, that is, a pastor in the monastery where the orphanage is located.

It was a grey-haired and kind-looking old pastor. When he heard Ksmerd ask him who his parents were, he smiled and slowly replied without thinking: "Your parents are the Sea God and his wife, as well as the little companions around you, and the children of the Sea God and his wife. Therefore, you are brothers and sisters, and you children belong to the same big family. Do you know? When you grow up, the Sea God and his wife will appear and hold an adult ceremony for you."

The old pastor's answer made the young Ksmerd no longer confused by his "parents". But he gradually grew up, became sensible, and gradually realized that he was an abandoned baby and an orphan.

"Who are my parents?", "Where are my parents now?"... He has thought about his parents' questions, nor has he deliberately suppressed himself from thinking about them. Although these problems are a little heavy for him, they will not cause him to feel too sad and sad. He did not waste time and effort to study these issues, because he knew that this would not have any result and was meaningless.

In contrast, he was more concerned about the question of "what to eat for breakfast tomorrow?". Because he grew up in an orphanage, he had never experienced the benefits of having his parents around him since childhood. The one who raised him on behalf of his parents was several pastors and nuns, and the one who accompanied his brothers and sisters was a group of orphans with similar fate. He never felt lonely, nor could he imagine that having his parents around him would improve his life. Therefore, he did not need, nor did he need parents who disappeared from the beginning of his life, and reappeared in his world.

He still chose to believe the old pastor's words, treating the Sea Gods as his parents and as his beliefs. However, as he gradually matured, he gradually felt an inexplicable loneliness, which originated from his humble life experience and his bleak fate. He felt that he and the Sea Gods were not only separated by sea and land, but also had a world of difference. He was a strong person by nature, but was not overwhelmed by the inferiority complex. He firmly wanted to seek change, just to get the glory of the Sea Gods and his wife, and to insist on the long-standing belief in his heart.

Therefore, whenever he hears a peer scolding him, "You are a little bastard who doesn't even know who your parents are", although he will not make unnecessary arguments with the other party, he will pounce over without hesitation and fight with the other party. Even if he can't beat the other party, he must at least let the other party be as bruised as himself before he can stop.

The Nord Kingdom has always been known for its strong folk customs in Kaladia. Most Nord men, both young and old, are naturally polite and have a passion for courage and fighting. Even many Nord women are the same. This is a nation that is passionate and good at fighting, and has strong power. However, powerful power has always been a double-edged sword. While it can be transformed into external combat power to help them better protect and conquer, it can also be transformed into internal out of control violence, causing them to suffer heavy damage from the inside and even destroy themselves.

Kersmer's body also had a fierce blood flowing in his body. In addition, because he was an orphan, he was often scolded and ridiculed by his peers since he was a child. He couldn't bear it anymore and always took action immediately and fought with the other party. Although every time he fought, he would be locked in the small black roof of the orphanage and pondered for a few days, and every time he had to endure an old nun was released when he was nagging his wounds and was nagging endlessly in his ears, he still took action when he wanted to take action and never changed his stubbornness.

In order to defeat those who verbally mocked him, Ksmerd, who was young at that time, was thinking about fighting with people almost day and night, constantly improving his fighting skills, and insisting on training his physical fitness. Not only did he work hard and strive to improve, he also ran to the arena of the slogan almost every day, carefully peeking at the fighting skills of those who were engaged in fighting competitions.

Years of physical exercise and so hard study of fighting have significantly improved Ksmerd's physical fitness and fighting skills, which has gradually changed from losing more than winning less to winning more than losing. For a long time, Ksmerd almost no longer got beaten, and those young boys who are about the same age as Ksmerd no longer dare to swear and laugh at him. After all, their arrogant and childish sense of superiority has almost been taught a lesson by Ksmerd. The fear of Ksmerd's fist and foot skills has made them involuntarily restrain themselves.

It was not until the appearance of that guy that Kersmer's situation suddenly changed again.

In midsummer when Kersmerd was fourteen, one afternoon, he had eaten a piece of dry and hard bread as usual, drank a few sips of water, and left the orphanage alone and wandered around the streets and alleys of Wocheze.

In the past, whenever he walked through the streets and alleys of Wocheze, there were always unfriendly peers blocking his way, mocking and insulting him, and deliberately provoking him to take action. When the passing adults dissuaded them, Ksmerd was often bruised and swollen, and the naughty teenagers who had fought with him were generally not much better.

But since Ksmerd defeated his peers who caused trouble with his extraordinary skills, gradually no one dared to block his way. For a long time, Ksmerd was able to walk freely and smoothly in the streets and alleys of Wucheze, but this day no longer seemed like this.

As Ksmerd strolled in an alley, two figures suddenly came out of the corner. The two figures were tall and short. The short one, Ksmerd recognized him at a glance. He was a boy who often fought with him, named Tema. But Ksmerd had never seen the taller one, and looked at least two or three years older than Ksmerd. Even if he was not an adult, it would be close.

"Little bastard, I haven't been beaten recently. Do you feel itchy? Seeing that, my friend, his name is Ola, and his father is a regular fighter in the Wocheze Arena. Of course, he has inherited his father's skills very well. Aren't you very good at fighting recently? Do you dare to compete with him?" Tema pointed to the boy named Ola next to him and said proudly to Ksmerd, his small eyes ejaculated with sinister eyes. This Tema is dark and thin, with a sinister look, a wretched expression, and a sharp voice, which really makes people sick like a rat in the canal. Not long ago, he was beaten up by Ksmerd, and this time he was obviously looking for someone to take revenge on Ksmerd.

Ksmerd took Tema's provocation as if in his ears, and just stared at the boy named Ora calmly, but of course he was not looking at Ora's rough and ordinary face. There was no highlight on his face, but it was really a popular face, and nothing worth Ksmerd's attention. Ksmerd looked at a red armor worn by Ora. Although the armor was very ragged and faded, he soon recognized that this armor was exactly the athletic armor worn by the fighters in the arena.

In the arena, Ksmerd often only sees fighters naked with various wooden weapons for duels, and occasionally sees fighters wearing competitive armors in various colors appear on the sidelines. In fact, whenever a competitive competition is held in a car, these fighters will wear competitive armor to participate. However, when the competitive competition is held, people with the identity of Ksmerd cannot even enter the game, so he has almost no chance to see those fighters wearing competitive armor for a real duel.

There is no doubt that this boy named Ora must have obtained this athletic armor abandoned by his father from his father, and his father, Ksmerd, is likely to have seen it in the arena.

Ola looked at Ksmoud with a slanted eyebrow, raised his thick and messy eyebrows and asked contemptuously: "Do you dare to fight me?"

"What's not to dare? Are I still afraid of you?" Ksmerd replied without fear.

Then, Ksmerd fought with Ola, and the boy named Tema watched from the side and kept laughing. Whenever Ksmerd got fucked by Ola, Tema would laugh or cheer in gloating. Ksmerd was concentrating on duel with Ola, completely treating Tema's laughter and cheer in his ears.

However, although Ksmerd was extremely focused and tried his best to defeat Ola, he quickly realized and silently admitted in his heart that he was not the opponent of Ola at all. First of all, in terms of physique, this Ola was much taller and stronger than Ksmerd, and then in terms of strength, angle, rationality and normativeness of punches and feet, Ksmerd was even worse. This is the difference between receiving formal fighting training and not receiving fighting training.
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