One hundred ways to die

Chapter 58 Revenge
"I just ask you, do you hate it? Do you hate them for abolishing your cultivation and driving you down the mountain, hate them for letting you fend for yourself here?"

Hearing the voices coming from all directions, the man's face suddenly became grim.

He thought of everything in the sect, the indifference of the sect head, the exclusion of the senior brothers, the contempt of the senior sisters, and
"call"

After a while, the man slowly exhaled.

"I hate it, but so what? I am just a useless person now, without cultivation, everything is empty."

As if resigned to his fate, the man's mouth curled into a self-deprecating wry smile, and then he spoke calmly.

"I can let you take revenge, but you have to promise me one thing. I believe you will agree to this condition."

Listening to the man's words, in all directions of the man, suddenly there were extremely rampant voices.

This voice was like a string of curses, echoing in the man's ears, causing the man's eyes to slowly flash with a hint of ferocity.

Being able to make myself revenge, being able to make myself revenge, this voice echoed in the man's ears, making the man's thoughts more and more confused.

"I can't, what do you want me to promise you?"

However, just when the man's face was full of ferocity and he was about to agree directly, a trace of clarity slowly appeared in the man's eyes.

Shaking his head, the man thought about his state just now, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop flowing down.

It's so dangerous, I was almost there just now, so I agreed.

As if he didn't expect the man to wake up suddenly, there was a slight pause in the voice.

"For you, this matter is extremely simple. As long as you let me plant a mark in your soul, you can gain enough strength to take revenge and even be invincible in the world."

Faint voices spread from all directions of the man to his ears.

But when he heard this faint voice, a slight struggle suddenly appeared on the man's face.

"Don't you want to take revenge? Think about it, if you don't have cultivation, how would you survive in this cannibalistic world."

"Think about those who made things difficult for you, ignored you, and despised you. Are you really, willing to let them continue to live in this world?"

"If you don't agree, you are still a useless person, unable to do anything, maybe, you will die at the hands of those people soon, are you willing?"

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Listening to the bursts of voices coming from all directions, the ferocious look in the man's eyes became more intense.

"Why? I just did some small things, why are they all targeting me? Now that I've become a useless person, I can't make it easy for you!!!"

After slowly uttering such a sentence, the man didn't care about the darkness around him, but yelled out loudly.

"I promise you! As long as I can get revenge, I am willing to do everything I can for you!"

Listening to the roar from the man's mouth, a voice slowly rang out from the man's ear.

"Very well, you made a wise choice. In the future, you will be grateful for the choice you made here today."

The faint voice was like the roar of a demon king, and it spread far, far away in this dark space.

After an unknown amount of time, the man slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes swept around quickly, the voice from last night still remained in the man's heart.

However, looking at the thatched hut he was in, the man smiled bitterly.

"Did you dream? It's... really real."

Clutching his head, the man slowly stood up from the bed, and then opened the door to go outside the hut.

The place where he is now is in an extremely desolate mountain range.

The disciple who sent him here hurriedly left after setting up a thatched cottage.

He was left as a cripple without any cultivation, to fend for himself in this dangerous place.

And this kind of punishment was euphemistically called by the people in the sect: Don't let any disciple die at the hands of outsiders.

Thinking of this sentence in his heart, the corner of the man's mouth twitched, to prevent any disciple from dying at the hands of outsiders?Aren't those monsters outsiders?

Letting a useless person with no cultivation base wait to die in this place is thanks to those people's thinking.

The man's name is Chen Buer, and what his parents should think is to say what he says.

But for this guy, he abruptly turned his one-sidedness into killing without a second blow.

When he was originally in the sect, Chen Buer could be said to be an invincible existence at the same level, and his incomparably exquisite sword technique made those disciples cry for their father and mother.

And precisely because Chen Buer was obsessed with practicing swords and didn't care about world affairs, he offended the disciple in charge during a martial arts competition.

After that, he was excluded, and finally abolished his cultivation base and was driven down the mountain.

With a little thought in his heart, Chen Buer smiled wryly, if he was given another chance, he would still do the same.

It's hard to tell who is wrong and who is right, but Chen Buer's withdrawn character has been fixed a long time ago.

Shaking his head, Chen Buer threw out the thoughts in his mind, and then began to think about how he should live here.

To survive in this perilous jungle, for a cripple whose cultivation base has been abolished, it can be said that he will die without life.

However, Chen Buer will not give up like this. After all, his understanding of swords has surpassed most swordsmen in this world.

In this world, it doesn't mean that one can only use spells to fight the enemy if one's cultivation base is high.

Martial arts are equally important.

If you are approached by a body training master, at least you need to have a chance to distance yourself again, right?

Otherwise, as long as a body refiner gets close to him, it is probably the fate of being slaughtered.

But when Chen Buer was at a loss and was thinking about how to survive, an extremely black spot fell towards the top of Chen Buer's head at an extremely fast speed.

Without a sound, and without an intimidating aura, a black sword fell from Chen Buer's eyes in an instant.

"Pfft~~~"

Accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade entering the body, the black sword instantly fell into the ground in front of Chen Buer.

In the outside world, there was only a knife handle that was still trembling slightly, shining with traces of blood.

Looking at the handle of the knife that was still trembling under his feet, Chen Buer's heart skipped a beat.

In almost an instant, Chen Bu'er retreated several meters from his original position.

Looking at the handle of the knife that was still in place, Chen Bu'er's eyes flashed with surprise and uncertainty.

And at the same time that Chen Buer was startled, a faint voice sounded from Chen Buer's mind.

"Boy, this is a gift from the deity. Take it and kill your enemies. Don't forget, there is my imprint in your soul."

　Boy, this is a gift from the deity, where is your recommendation ticket?Hand it over!
　　


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