get-shopping Chapter 317 The Sword God's "Beginner's Guide"
Chapter 317 The Sword God's "Beginner's Guide"
North America, Midwest, Nebraska.
This place was once a vast cornfield and a great plain.
Yes, it is an important agricultural base for the United States.
And now, this place is the most dangerous and terrifying place on the entire planet.
none of them.
Because the largest and most crucial fragment of "Leviathan" fell here.
It created a massive impact crater with a diameter exceeding fifty kilometers.
This place was named "Zero Zone" by the "Earth Alliance Headquarters".
It was also called, by all the surviving American soldiers, "the devil's anus."
Because the endless stream of calamity beasts is continuously "pulled" out of this bottomless giant pit.
The U.S. military has launched several large-scale attacks in an attempt to destroy this "mother hive," the source of all evil.
But each time, it ended in a crushing defeat.
They even dropped a tactical nuclear bomb into it.
As a result, the nuclear explosion, which was enough to destroy a city, not only failed to destroy the "mother hive," but instead seemed to have "fertilized" it.
This caused the monsters that emerged from within to become even more ferocious and powerful.
From then on, this place became a restricted area.
No army dared to approach this place again.
However, at this moment.
Right here, in the deepest part of this forbidden zone.
That, the edge of the huge impact crater.
A young man dressed in black, carrying an ancient iron sword on his back, stood quietly.
It was as if they were admiring the scene beneath their feet, a scene that resembled purgatory.
He, naturally, is Jian Wuchen, who emerged from the dimensional rift in Atlantis.
He came to carry out the master's orders.
However, his mission was not to destroy this "mother nest".
Instead, it's... waiting for someone.
"roar--!!!"
A furious roar interrupted his thoughts.
Not far away, a giant Nordic man, over three meters tall, with muscles as bulging as granite, was wielding a huge battle axe and locked in a fierce battle with a B-grade calamity beast—"Tyrant."
This, the giant of the Norse, is none other than Olaf, the berserker who was saved by Jian Wuchen in Atlantis.
Upon seeing the recruitment notice from the Sky Dome Martial Alliance, he immediately left his original mercenary group and traveled thousands of miles to China.
He originally intended to become a disciple of Jian Wuchen and pursue the supreme "Way of the Sword".
As a result, Jian Wuchen was not found.
On the contrary, because of his outstanding personal strength and reckless fighting style, he was noticed by the Sky Dome Martial Alliance and recruited into one of their top elite squads.
Then, I was sent to this godforsaken place, a place where the odds of dying are stacked against me, to carry out a so-called "high-risk, high-reward" exploration mission.
At this moment, Olaf's strength is more than one level higher than when he was in Atlantis.
Every time he swung his axe, it carried a violent "qi" (energy).
That was his understanding of "Berserker's Wrath," in his own way.
But the enemy he faced was also stronger.
Grade B, "Tyrant"!
That is a pure strength-type monster, one level higher than the "Raider"!
It not only possesses thicker armor, but also greater strength.
It also possesses a certain degree of wisdom!
"Bang!"
The "Tyrant" skillfully shifted to the side, using the thickest bone armor on his shoulder to withstand Olaf's powerful axe blow!
Then, it, those giant claws like iron pincers, suddenly swung them out!
"Pfft!"
Olaf couldn't dodge in time, and instantly, three deep, bone-revealing, huge wounds were slashed across his chest!
Blood instantly stained his leather armor on his chest.
"Heh...heh..."
Olaf, kneeling on one knee, was breathing heavily.
He could feel his life force rapidly slipping away.
The "tyrant" revealed a cruel, human-like smile on his ugly face.
It raised its enormous fist, ready to deliver the final blow to the little bug that dared to challenge it.
Olaf, in despair, closed his eyes.
He remembered that figure in Atlantis, a figure that was both godlike and demonic.
"Could it be... that this is the end for me?"
"I haven't yet found the true 'Tao'..."
Right at this critical moment.
A detached voice suddenly rang in his ear.
"Your axe is too slow."
Olaf suddenly opened his eyes.
Suddenly, the black-clad youth he had been longing for appeared before him.
It was still that same aloof, solitary figure.
It was still that same old, simple iron sword.
The "tyrant" has also stopped attacking.
Its not-so-high intelligence made it sense a deadly threat from the black-clad youth who had suddenly appeared before it!
It even began, slowly, to retreat.
"Trying to leave?"
Jian Wuchen's lips curled into a cold, stern smile.
"It's too late."
He didn't even draw his sword.
He simply pointed his fingers like a sword, and with a distant slash, aimed at the retreating "tyrant."
"Watch closely."
"This is the correct way to use the 'Armor-Piercing Thrust'."
His voice was very soft.
But, clearly, it reached Olaf's ears.
next second.
A faint, almost invisible golden sword aura flashed past his fingertips!
That sword energy looked so thin and so weak.
It seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it away.
But it appeared instantly before the "tyrant" in a way that completely disregarded space and distance!
Then, with ease, it pierced through that hard breastplate, strong enough to withstand tank shells!
Then, it pierced through its back!
On it, that enormous heart, a small, yet fatal, hole was left.
"roar……"
The "tyrant," that enormous body, suddenly stiffened.
It lowered its head, looking incredulously at the small hole in its chest that was emitting blue smoke.
Then, its mountain-like body crashed to the ground.
died.
One finger.
Sold out instantly!
Olaf stared blankly at the unbelievable scene before him.
His mind was completely blank.
He tried his best, even at the cost of his life, but could not defeat the terrifying monster.
Just like that, he casually, with a single finger, killed him?
Is this...is this really a power that humans can possess?
"drop."
"Successfully defeated the B-rank Calamity Beast 'Tyrant'."
"Personal merit points +1000".
"National Merit Points +10"
A notification of a huge, meritorious reward rang in Jian Wuchen's mind.
But he didn't even furrow his brow.
It seemed that the thousand merit points that were enough to drive ordinary players crazy were no different from a single point in his eyes.
He turned around and looked at Olaf, who was still kneeling on the ground, in a state of great shock.
"Your power is too scattered."
"Your anger is too cheap."
"The real 'Berserker,' not, damn it, the incompetent roarer."
Instead, all the anger and power are concentrated in one point.
"Then, at the most crucial moment, the most fatal blow was unleashed."
"Like this."
Jian Wuchen extended a finger and gently touched Olaf's enormous battle axe.
"Buzz—!"
The entire battle axe emitted a crisp, resonant hum!
Olaf felt an incredibly refined, pure, and sharp aura emanating from Jian Wuchen's fingertips, instantly spreading throughout the entire battle axe!
He felt that what he held in his hand was no longer a heavy, blunt weapon.
Instead, it is a divine weapon that is light, sharp, and capable of severing all things in the world!
"Is this...this is the 'Tao'?"
Olaf muttered to himself.
"No." Jian Wuchen shook his head. "This is just a small 'technique'."
"Yes, sir, this is specially prepared for you, these 'players' who have potential but are too foolish."
"Beginner's Guide"
After saying that, he ignored Olaf.
He turned around and looked at the bottomless, enormous pit.
"Alright, your 'student' has arrived too."
"The rest is up to you."
He seemed to be speaking to the air.
But Olaf clearly saw it.
Beside Jian Wuchen, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere, wearing a black combat suit and a ferocious death mask.
That figure simply stood there quietly.
It gave Olaf a tremendous sense of oppression, like a mountain or a prison!
Even more terrifying than that B-grade "Tyrant" from before!
That was a true, bloodthirsty aura, forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!