When Zhou Ming regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a street.
This is the second time he has experienced this kind of cross-world teleportation, but unlike the first time, there is no process of falling asleep and waking up, or even the separation from the world like last time.
He just appeared in this world directly, and the whole process was extremely smooth.
Zhou Ming looked around.
A road paved with bluestones, about the width of which can accommodate two carriages running side by side, is lined with shops, canteens, teahouses, bathhouses, girls in kimonos coming and going, geishas with their hair tied up high, samurai with swords on their waists, and...
A hawker carrying goods...
In the bustling crowd, Zhou Ming, who was dressed in an outfit that was incompatible with the surrounding environment, stood quietly on the street, but did not attract any strange eyes from the people around him.
While Zhou Ming was surveying his surroundings, the Lord God had already stuffed the information into his mind.
[Tosho Island Kingdom, the Moonlight Age. The leader of the country, Nohara Momonosuke, who had ruled the world for twenty years, felt that his end was approaching, so he summoned the great names of the country and announced that he would pass on the throne. 】
[However, his request to pass on to the world is not heirs, not retainers, nor how much wealth a certain daimyo has or how many warriors he has.]
[He wants to see the fighting and bloodshed of warriors with superb martial arts skills all over the world.]
[He wanted the daimyo who aspired to the world, brought the samurai who thought they were the best in the world, and used them as agents of the daimyo to kill each other.]
[In the end, the most powerful warrior in the world and the daimyo he represents will be the heir to the world. 】
[This is the game a king, a tyrant, and a demon king play before they die.]
【Mission Mode: Single player survival.】
[Task 1: Participate in the World’s Best Samurai Conference. Join any daimyo within 10 days and obtain a place to participate in the World’s Best Samurai Conference. Receive 1,000 reward points. 3,000 reward points will be deducted if the task fails.]
[Task 2: Eliminate a daimyo. Each time a daimyo is disqualified from competing for the throne, he will receive 100 reward points. ]
[Mission 3: Win the title of the best warrior in the world. Obtain 3000 reward points. 】
[When the world’s number one warrior conference ends, this mission ends and returns to the main god space.]
[Special buff for the novice period: Cold Weapon lv2, only for this mission.]
[Special reward for the novice period: Every time you defeat a samurai in a martial arts duel, you will gain part of his martial arts experience.]
[There is no identity information arrangement in this world, and the appearance of the reincarnator has been disguised to a certain extent! The mission begins! 】
After carefully considering the content of this mission, Zhou Ming finally came back to his senses after a while.
He already knew the background of the world, and there was nothing surprising. What he cared about were the three tasks. Only Task 1 had a failure penalty, and the penalty was not serious. The other two tasks only had rewards.
In other words, even if Zhou Ming does not complete the three tasks, at most 3,000 reward points will be deducted, and he will not be directly wiped out by the Lord God, unless Zhou Ming's reward points become negative.
Although he knew that in the first three novice missions, the Lord God had very loose requirements for the reincarnators, but the level of relaxation was still somewhat beyond Zhou Ming's expectation.
"However, although there is no mandatory requirement, as a reincarnation person, I will definitely work hard to complete the task in order to get more reward points."
The tasks assigned by the Lord God will become more and more difficult. Skipping classes will only make the reincarnator lack reward points to strengthen, and the future will inevitably become more and more difficult until he dies in a certain task.
"Well, although I will definitely participate in the main mission, with such loose conditions, it would be a waste if I don't use it properly!"
Zhou Ming touched his chin and laughed.
"Hey! Boy, what are you laughing at? Didn't you hear me calling you?"
A rough voice rang in his ears, interrupting Zhou Ming's thoughts. He couldn't help but glance at the owner of the voice with some disgust.
"Asshole! What's that look in your eyes! Damn you kid, are you looking down on me?"
A samurai with a funny Tsukiyo haircut and wooden clogs on his feet, with a red face and a drunken appearance, shouted excitedly to Zhou Ming.
Before he could figure out the surrounding situation, Zhou Ming didn't want to cause trouble and cause trouble, so he said in as calm a tone as possible: "Get out of here."
"You bastard!"
The warrior's blood suddenly surged up, and he was so angry that he drew his sword and pointed it at Zhou Ming with the help of alcohol.
"How dare you treat a samurai like this? Which dojo brat are you from? Who is your teacher? Tell me quickly!"
Zhou Ming sighed, why are these warriors so bad-tempered? Why can't they have a calm chat? Is it reasonable to draw a sword when they disagree?
Although Zhou Ming is not a good-tempered person, seeing the other person's face looking excited as if he was going to chop him down at the next moment, he could only suppress his emotions, carefully consider his words and greet him: "It's so noisy, you can't
Roll aside yourself?"
"Ah! Die!" The samurai's eyes were red, and he raised his katana high and struck at Zhou Ming's head.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound.
The warrior's movement of raising his arms paused in mid-air, and his whole body fell into a sluggish state.
Only half of the katana in his hand was left, and the other half was spinning in mid-air, drawing an arc and then falling to the ground, making a crisp sound.
He stared blankly at the long sword in Zhou Ming's hand that was definitely not a samurai sword. It was the same sword that had just effortlessly cut off his katana.
"You, what kind of knife is that of yours?"
The warrior asked reluctantly.
As a samurai, it is a great humiliation to have one's samurai cut off. The only thing he hopes now is that he only loses because of the disadvantage of weapons, not because of inferior skills.
Zhou Ming raised his eyebrows and said immediately: "Why, I have already given in every step, and you still refuse to let me go, and you still want to steal my knife? This is too much!"
He sent it away smoothly, so fast that the warrior didn't even see it clearly, and the blade had already pierced his neck.
"It would be a pity to kill you with this knife, but, hum, it turns out that mosquitoes are still best killed by Qing Jing."
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Bits of martial arts experience appeared out of thin air in his mind, and were gradually digested and absorbed by Zhou Ming.
"Takeuchi breaks the flow of water? Is this his spiritual practice?"
Zhou Ming carefully understood the martial arts experience kindly provided by this warrior whose name he didn't even know.
Different from the previous one, the killers have very rich combat experience, which is not limited to marksmanship. Firearms, blasting, assassination, and poisoning are many and complex. Combat experience actually contains a lot of knowledge.
The martial arts experience of a samurai is mainly reflected in his sword skills. Although each different martial arts school has its own characteristics, after all, it belongs to the category of cold weapons, which can be said to be specialized and sophisticated.
"Killing people!"
As the warrior fell, the surrounding traders and lackeys burst into screams. The people who were originally afraid to approach because the two men drew their swords fled further away in fear.
However, in the crowd, there were several men also dressed as warriors who squeezed in against the flow of people, shouting with angry faces.
"Oda!"
"Asshole, where did you come from as a samurai? How dare you kill people in the street!"
"Damn bastard, are you bullying us, Takeuchi Duanshuishui? No one is here! Draw your sword!"
Several warriors had already drawn their swords before they got close. Apparently they didn't want to give Zhou Ming a chance to react and planned to hack him to death directly.
"You kill people on the street in broad daylight. How is the world so chaotic?"
"Alas, people in troubled times are not as good as dogs in prosperous times. In such a dangerous situation, even I can only protect myself wisely!"
A faint sadness appeared on Zhou Ming's face. A pistol slipped from his cuff and fell into his hand. He raised his hand and put three bullets into the eyebrows of the three people who rushed up.
If necessary, he can even squeeze out a few tears to enhance the atmosphere and add a bit of beauty to the sadness on his face.
A rogue with a cold appearance but full of infinite tenderness in his heart was crying while killing people. Think about that scene, how beautiful it is.
It's a pity that no one appreciates it.
Amidst the deafening gunshots, the three people leaned back and fell on the stone floor. In the flying dust, blood splashed on the ground, like red lotuses blooming, charming and moving.
Only the last person was left. He was originally at the back. He had just pulled out the knife halfway and saw the people in front of him falling down one after another. He was so frightened that he sobered up on the spot.
"The world can use guns. Good news. Thermal weapons can come in handy. My survivability has been greatly improved."
"I haven't gained martial arts experience. Sure enough, I can use a gun to protect myself, but I can't get any benefits. Well, I get what I pay for, which is an equivalent exchange option. I wonder if using Gu insects is okay?"
Zhou Ming put away his gun, nodded, completed a simple experiment, and got some conclusions. There are still some issues that need to be verified.
What is the technological level of this world? Are there thermal weapons and are they used in practice? Are there extraordinary powers? Are there any theories about ghosts and gods? These issues related to his survival must be clarified.
"Hey, where are you going!"
At this time, the warrior who was lucky enough to escape was trembling and preparing to escape when he was suddenly stopped by Zhou Ming's voice. He was so frightened that his legs softened and he fell to his knees.
"Sir, don't kill me! I never meant to offend you just now, please spare my life! I still have an eighty-year-old mother at home..."
The warriors wailed and kowtowed to Zhou Ming.
"I think you are less than thirty years old. Is your mother as old as eighty?"
Zhou Ming stepped forward and kicked the warrior to the ground, and cursed: "Don't you take the honor of warriors very seriously? Why are you so cowardly? Stand up!"
"Sir, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
The warrior didn't know whether he was scared out of his wits or was born timid. He didn't dare to stand up when Zhou Ming asked him to do it. He got up from the ground and continued to kowtow to Zhou Ming, begging for mercy.
"It's really troublesome." Zhou Ming impatiently stepped on the warrior's back, pointed at him, and activated the second-turn enchantment Gu.
This is one of Zhou Ming's set of second-turn Soul Dao Gu insects. Its function is to confuse other people's minds, as if they are hypnotized, and they will obey his words like a puppet on strings.
Soon, the warrior's eyes became blurred, he giggled, his movements gradually stopped, and his whole body swayed, as if he was sleepwalking.
