What warriors disdain are those gods who don’t know what they are called.

Warriors don't have much prejudice against the lives chosen by these guys who are mentally ill in the warrior's opinion.

"Wudang, Baitong."

Baitong felt that his breathing and blood had slowed down under the other person's gaze.

He pursed his slightly white lips and gave the other party a polite gesture that seemed a bit undescript due to his stiff body.

Then, he said in a hoarse voice as if he was short of water.

"College of War, Olipol-Gerra."

Olipol Guerra protected his chest with an ax, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Bai Tong with his peripheral vision and said.

He recognized this kid's efforts.

Just like, he once stood trembling in that bloody training camp.

But that’s it…

"Draw your sword, child!"

Olipol Guerra roared loudly, just like the instructor's roar at that time.

The next moment, Baitong instinctively reached for the sword box behind him.

That was the only thing that could give him a sense of security in this completely unknown world.

Then, Olipol Guerra launched a brazen charge!

mercy?

That is not what grown men and warriors need!

Only blood and fire can achieve a spine that remains straight under the blade!

"Urgent like the Three Flowers Law Order... the sword comes out!"

Baitong resisted the fear of not being able to catch the other person's afterimage. He felt that the other person was like a truck coming at high speed!

Under the threat of death, the method taught by Senior Brother Yu Xing was completed so quickly for the first time!

Then, a red light illuminated the entire arena.

Suddenly, people seemed to see a rising star!

In the arena, there were some panicked spectators. The two people who had already put on eye protection looked at each other in confusion.

"wdnmd, it's really a star..."

Then someone complained inaudibly.
Chapter completed!