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Chapter 267 Loneliness is not bitter

Nong Lei liked fighting since he was a child.

He has more enthusiasm for fighting than his peers.

After completing a small amount of farm work, the farmer will think about how to use the terrain environment, how to bluff, how to oppress the enemy, and how to take advantage of his flexibility.

He made a wooden man imitating the human body and used it as an imaginary enemy to practice fighting.

When I was young, this kind of thing would be sought after by many children.

As we get older, there are fewer and fewer friends to fight with. When we have time, we go to dig the soil and farm, or go to the city to find a job, or even lie on the ridge of the field to bask in the sun.

Everyone said: "Nong Lei, it's time for you to wake up."

"You can't get into the seminary, nor can you get into the city guard. Farm the land well, save some money, get a wife, and stop thinking so wildly."

Nonglei never passed the seminary exam.

He was sick since birth, often coughing, and occasionally suffering from chest pain. Therefore, his father usually did not let him do heavy farm work, and only hoped that he could take good care of his health.

Therefore, Nong Lei is freer and more relaxed than farm children of the same age. He has a lot of time to run in the fields, practice fists and kicks, and hone his fighting skills - at least that's what he thinks.

Nong Lei aims at the martial arts master Shiojiu.

He firmly believed that he would become a martial monk, and then he would start traveling around the world, fighting various extraordinary beings and monsters, and fighting for his life.

But the death of his father put the heavy burden of reality on his shoulders.

Nong Lei had to work in the fields like other farmers every day. The heavy farm work left him with nothing to think about for a long time.

Just like what others said, all he could think about was saving more money, repairing the thatched house that always leaked on rainy days, so that he could have enough money to buy some wine, and then get married to a woman, and live like this.

Only in his spare time would he beat wooden figures again.

This kind of happiness is simple and pure.

As the intensity of field labor continued to increase, Nong Lei began to cough up blood frequently. In order to treat the disease, he spent all his savings, but was told by the doctor that the disease was currently difficult to cure and might relapse again.

At this time, Crystal City began to recruit people, saying that they were looking for someone to take care of the rose garden.

Nong Lei passed by carrying the wooden man on his back.

In the new city, he started all over again.

The farmer fixed the wooden man outside the broken hut. He was never alone because he was always fighting against the wooden man. In the eyes of many people, he was a weirdo.

The first time he left the city, he was attacked by killing migratory locusts.

Nong Lei did not escape immediately. He relied on a wooden stick he carried with him and successfully killed six migratory locusts.

The entire fighting process had been rehearsed hundreds of times when he was beating up wooden figures in the farm base. When he looked at the insect corpses at his feet, his body couldn't help but tremble.

worth it.

Years of practice are worth it.

Nong Lei clenched his fists.

His move was immediately met with wild retaliation from the locust swarm. In the end, Nong Lei was seriously injured and died in the Crystal City.

After becoming a ghost warrior, Nong Lei launched a revenge against the locust swarm.

Many years later, Nong Lei has become a well-known locust killer in Crystal City. If anyone needs to pass through the locust swarm infested area, they will always want to hire him as a bodyguard.

After killing the 10,000th killing locust, Nong Lei put aside this grudge.

There is no point in continuing to kill. He is already too familiar with the locust swarms, and repeated monotonous battles can no longer bring him any progress.

He needs new opponents.

So Nong Lei once again carried the wooden figure on his back, and he went all the way to the door of the martial arts association in Yancheng. Now he could finally hold his head high, become a member here, and fulfill his old promise.

The new era has quietly arrived, but it has changed many things.

Nong Lei once sparred with a middle-aged martial monk in Crystal City.

The opponent is very strong and it will be difficult for him to win.

"You are strong."

After the martial monk stopped, he said: "You should become an armor-bearer, put on the latest twin city armor, and equip it with a sophisticated weapon. You will be much stronger than you are now."

Nong Lei expressed that he wanted to become a martial monk.

The martial monk did not express any objection, but asked him: "What is the fastest way to kill an extraordinary person?"

Nong Lei thought carefully and said: "Set a trap and attack by surprise."

The other party shook his head: "It's a black rose."

"The killer black rose is a forbidden weapon cultivated by the apostle Pinkman. It is also the strongest extraordinary rose variety at present. As long as the killer mode is turned on, the black rose can instantly kill enemies within ten steps."

The martial monk grabbed a branch and pointed lightly at Nong Lei.

"That's it, you're dead."

Nong Lei was shocked: "Can't you resist?"

"Don't think about competing with Black Rose for reaction speed."

The other party said with a serious face: "The killer black rose can detect you when you stare at it. All you see is its shadow, but you cannot judge its true position. It will accurately pierce the target's heart or brain, completing

One blow kills."

The martial monk dropped the branch and laughed at himself: "No matter how strong the martial monk is, without sophisticated equipment, his body cannot resist the fatal attack of the black rose. This is the current situation."

"The traditional path of martial monks has fallen far behind."

"At least in this era, the armored warrior is the stronger path."

"Young man, listen to the advice, eat enough, and become a soldier."

Nong Lei just said: "I want to try."

Compared to the Twin Cities at the center of the world, Crystal City is still a far away place, everything is still relatively slow, and many changes are delayed, so it is still difficult to see the huge changes of the times.

But after arriving at Yancheng, the base camp of the martial monks, Nong Lei finally realized why the martial monks said that.

An ordinary armor-bearing soldier can evenly compete with a farmer. The opponent is just a twenty-year-old young man who has only held armor for the first year.

What young people rely on is the latest Twin Cities Armor, Tempered Sword and Hundred-fold Shield.

Needless to say, the Twin Cities Armor has a great reputation and is synonymous with strong defense.

The tempered sword is a fine iron sword with the element of fire attached to it. It is sharp and tough, and also deals burning damage.

The Hundred-fold Shield is forged from fine copper ingots and has excellent resistance to blows. It is also attached with the earth element, which can greatly reduce damage.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The biggest reason why these pieces of equipment became popular among armored soldiers is that the birth of fire and steam furnaces greatly reduced the manpower required for forging and smelting.

A well-equipped batch blowout.

Nong Lei couldn't help but be confused.

Is individual life-and-death extreme practice really meaningless?

After a brief period of doubt, he strengthened himself.

Absolutely not.

Nong Lei observed in Yancheng and found that the armored soldiers here are indeed very capable, but most of them do not have rich combat experience. They can deter potential criminals and extraordinary people just by virtue of their reputation.

If they are caught in an encounter and unable to wear armor, they will be extremely vulnerable.

In comparison, martial monks have no such worries at all.

Because the path of a martial monk is to constantly challenge the limit, and regard attacks and dangers as commonplace, bare hands are the fighting posture of a martial monk.

The advantages and disadvantages of the two extraordinary paths remain unchanged.

Armored soldiers are easy to train. The stronger the equipment, the stronger they are, but their individual combat capabilities and encounters are weak.

The number of martial monks is small, they do not rely on props, and their individual comprehensive abilities are strong. However, when they are besieged, they will be in danger due to their extreme-challenging style.

Nowadays, the requirements for martial monks have become extremely relaxed. As long as you show your ability, you can register.

After Nong Lei registered as a martial arts monk, he walked out of the association's dilapidated gate. The dilapidation and desolation inside were more serious than he imagined.

He was standing on the streets of Yancheng.

On the street are citizens wearing various costumes chatting with each other.

The armored soldiers held swords and shields, marched in neat steps, and patrolled the stone road.

The city resounded with hisses one after another, and a layer of damp white mist lingered on the streets. The steam furnaces were working non-stop, like the beating heart of the city.

Nong Lei couldn't help but think.

If it were Mr. Shiohisa, what would he do?

Can a fist of flesh and blood still compete with a man of steel?

Just when he was confused, a voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Mr. Nong Lei, are you interested in participating in an event?"

The speaker was a tall and thin man, wearing a bright and decent green coat, holding a silver cane, and wearing a wide-brimmed black hat, the brim of which completely concealed his appearance.

"This event is called a martial arts conference. Only bare-handed extraordinary people can participate. All extraordinary people from all over the world who meet the requirements will be invited. The final winner will receive a special reward from the gods."

Nong Lei was stunned: "Martial arts conference? Who are you?"

"I'm just a messenger."

The other party pressed the brim of his hat and said: "If you are interested, please prepare well these days and recharge your batteries. The conference will start in a month. I hope you can have a good result."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and disappeared after a few steps.

Nong Lei couldn't see how the other party left.

After a while, his heart became hot again.

Martial monks from all over the world gather together to decide who is the strongest.

Just thinking of this made him feel itchy and filled his body with strength.

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