The Warrior of Love

"I was the one who cut off the hand, so I naturally have to take responsibility. Moreover, even if this incident had not happened, I would still have to leave for a while."

The image of his family flashed through his mind, and Jiang Liu pursed his lips.

"I have things I have to do."

Feng looked at him quietly for three minutes, and suddenly smiled.

Fiery red hair, cherry-colored lips, and eyes that curved like a cat's.

That was a real "smile", neither a sneer nor a sarcasm, without murderous intent or determination, but only the tenderness that belongs to a woman.

It was the first time Jiang Liu saw this expression.

"Every man has something he has to do - that's what my dead dad said."

Feng said softly, "He died in battle not long after that... I didn't expect to hear these words again from the man most important to me. Your expression is very similar to his, a look that will never stop and will never change."

"Uh……"

"whispering sound!"

The gentle expression disappeared, and Feng suddenly clicked his tongue in extreme displeasure.

"Does this kind of thing have to be done by me?"

"Well!"

Jiang Liu was caught off guard by his collar and failed to avoid Feng's surprise attack. The pair of tender cherry-red lips pressed against him, and his mouth was filled with sweet breath.

Clumsy but competitive, he cut his lip in the collision, and a hint of blood wafted out.

Jiang Liu: “…”

"What's wrong? You look like you were hit in the face with a straight punch. Is this your first time? Haha, your first kiss was taken by me, Dao Lintang Feng! - Oh, it's okay. It was my first time too. You won't suffer any loss."

Feng said with a provocative smile to Jiang Liu who was still in a stiff state.

"This is a promise... You must come back to see me, my dear disciple."

Chapter 63: Weird Old Man

【Book of the Origin of All Things

Author: Yuanshan Jiangliu;

Current progress: 27% exploration of the main storyline;

Achievements: Ghost Hunter (2/12), Descendants of Ninja;

Growth is realized——

Obtain: Demon Slayer B;

Ashina Mushinryu A + Marichiten C】

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【Demon Slayer B】

Increases damage to magical creatures.

·Produce a certain degree of mental deterrence on non-human creatures that are weaker than itself.

Will cause the instinctive disgust of evil creatures.

Note: The level can be further upgraded.

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[Ashina Heartless Style A+]

·The power of each Ashina-style move is increased.

·Can freely switch between normal moves and breathing sword techniques.

·Mushin-ryu is a school that is not restricted by weapons. Even if a naginata, a spear, or even a firearm is used, it can exert a great power.

Note: For "Kendo", A+ is just the entry level. Even if you learn all the secrets, there is still no end to the road of swordsmanship.

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【Moli Zhitian C】

· If you hold back your aura, it will be impossible to detect unless you are surrounded by someone who is much stronger than you.

·Be clever and versatile, and be able to skillfully use various props to create a combat situation that is favorable to you.

Lucky (roughly the same as "get another bottle" more often).

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"You're... so... weird."

Jiang Liu was distracted and had not yet recovered from the information flow input from the Wanxiang Original Classic when he heard the deep and magnetic voice of a middle-aged man.

"Ok?"

Jiang Liu opened his eyes, only to find that the environment was very dark and extremely humid.

He seemed to be standing in the middle of a dungeon-like room, with an iron fence firmly blocking the way to freedom, and the extremely weak light seemed to be coming from the corridor outside.

Can’t we go to a place where the birds are singing and the flowers are blooming? Jiang Liu was slightly speechless.

His luck doesn't seem to be very good. He almost died in the wilderness in Light Messenger, encountered an evil ghost at the beginning of Demon Slayer, and ended up in an unknown prison in the New World...

As for the sound he heard before... huh?

Although the entire prison seemed to have a large space, there was only one other prisoner besides Jiang Liu.

However, can this person really be called a "prisoner"?

There were no shackles or chains on his body. He was wearing a loose white-gray coat and shirt. Although not made of expensive materials, they were clean and tidy. He did not look at all dishevelled like a prisoner.

Now, he was sitting cross-legged in the corner, holding a half-empty wine bottle, looking at Jiang Liu with a smile on his face.

Thanks to his superhuman eyesight, Jiang Liu was able to see the other person clearly in such a dim situation.

He was an old man with long white hair and wearing retro round glasses. His loose clothes could not hide his tall stature and strong muscles that did not match his age. Only the wrinkles on his face told Jiang Liu that he was indeed an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Surprising.

Jiang Liu's first reaction was to touch the long sword at his waist.

Although he obtained a new Sun Blade (at the cost of being hunted down by the swordsmith), Jiang Liu directly grasped the Immortal Slash this time.

——The pressure this old man brought to him was so great.

He was clearly sitting there doing nothing and didn't exude any powerful aura, but Jiang Liu's intuition was somehow giving him a crazy warning.

"Brother, you are really a strange person."

The old man spoke again, and although there was no hostility in his voice, Jiang Liu's muscles tensed up.

The old man obviously noticed this and his eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't take it to heart and still looked calm.

"Suddenly, so many spots of light appeared, and then a person came out from them... Brother, are you a person with special abilities? Or have you been played a prank by someone with special abilities?"

"Those who can?"

Jiang Liu was still sorting out the messy information in his mind and did not react for a while.

"Where...is this place? And who are you?"

"Looking at you, it's as if you woke up and found yourself stranded on a deserted island. So, you've really been played around by someone with special abilities?"

The old man chuckled, raised the bottle and took a swig, then wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth while speaking.

"Then you are really unlucky. This is not a good place. As for me... don't worry, I'm just an old drunkard. To be more precise, I'm a drunkard who was sold to the duel arena as a slave."

"Dueling Arena?"

Jiang Liu frowned slightly: "What duel arena?"

“Humans and humans, humans and beasts, humans and fishmen, beasts and fishmen… No matter what era, the wild impulse hidden in the blood always exists. The more brutal and disparate the battle, the more it can arouse people’s excitement.

It doesn’t matter which duel field this is, what matters is that this field undoubtedly belongs to humans driven by instinct.”

The old man looked Jiang Liu up and down, then stroked his chin and said, "You are not very old, but you have trained well. You actually have two swords on your waist... and they are of that style. It really makes people miss it.

However, you give people a very strange feeling. You look like an experienced swordsman and your body seems to be well-trained, but your strength doesn't seem to match it? It's as if you are restrained by something.

Brother, you should be stronger than you are now."

Jiang Liu became more and more confused, but he gradually felt that the old man had no ill intentions, and his body slowly relaxed.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Me...Oh, is there a newcomer?" The old man turned and looked outside the iron fence.

Jiang Liu was stunned at first, and after about three seconds he heard the sound of a lock being unlocked outside, and his face immediately changed.

He's so much ahead of me... Who is this old guy?

The sound of dragging footsteps was heard, and several tall figures came over, surrounding a short, fat guy dressed in ostentatious clothes.

There were many shadowy figures in the cells lined up on both sides of the corridor. When the fat man walked in, they couldn't help but look at him, either with anger or fear.

"Fufufu... There's a new product. Even though it's just a cheap one, I can use it. The color of blood is the same anyway."

The fat man stopped in front of Jiang Liu and the old man’s cell and waved his hand slightly.

"Just put it here. There are too many villains in the other cages. This guy is very weak. Don't kill him accidentally. Even if he dies, he has to die worthily."

But it is valuable to me - so thought the fat man.

But when his eyes swept across the inside of the cage, he was suddenly stunned: "Huh? Two people? Isn't there only one old man... Is it the new cargo we captured?"

Chapter 64: Three Prisoners

"A human male? He looks so weak. Those shameless and greedy pirates actually sent such inferior goods to fill the gap."

The short and fat slave trader looked at Jiang Liu critically, ignoring the long knife at his waist and simply commented on his body shape.

Strictly speaking, Jiang Liu's body cannot be said to be thin. It would be better to say that he is relatively muscular compared to ordinary people. Even though ninjas are mainly based on agility, they have still developed strong muscles without affecting their movements.

But the slave trader had no intention of deliberately humiliating Jiang Liu. He was just judging based on the standards of a dueling arena.

Including the bodyguards around him, all the gladiators in the duel arena were incredibly tall and burly.

If there are exceptions, they are only the "weaklings" like Jiang Liu and the white-haired old man who are thrown into the darkest cage.

Although they cannot show off their skills in performances like the strong gladiators, the tragic death scenes of the weak are also a way to please the audience.

That’s right, the more bizarre the death, the more tragic the scene, the more exciting it is!

"Hmph, let's just call it an 'appetizer'. Before the official competition begins, I'll use your blood to kick things off."

He had absolutely no intention of finding out Jiang Liu's origins... or perhaps he had seen this kind of thing many times.

As the largest dueling arena on the island, the performers of its various "death fights" and "beast fights" were all purchased from slave traders and underground groups, and he himself even worked as a part-time slave trader.

There are so many unfamiliar faces coming in and out here every day. How can he have the mood to pay attention to every slave?

It will be consumed quickly anyway, as cheap as toilet paper.

Only a few lucky ones who can survive and win in a row can become the red cards in his hand, and have the honor of having their names remembered by him - and then abandon them one day.

Organizing competitions, heating up the atmosphere, behind-the-scenes operations, setting up gambling games... these kinds of things have become assembly-line work in the dueling arena.

One star gladiator could bring him a total income of nearly 100 million baileys, which is equivalent to fifty ordinary gladiators. It can be said to be a very profitable business.

But even so, those rich people would still be foolishly lured by blood and swords and willingly hand over their money...

So, doing bad things is really something that people can’t stop doing!

"Clap!"

He clapped his hands lightly and signaled with his hand. The bodyguards behind him immediately separated, and two big men came out carrying a petite figure.

"Kick-"

The moment the iron gate opened, a cold light flashed in Jiang Liu's eyes, and his right hand holding the Immortal Slash tightened even more.

But after seeing the tough-looking bodyguards around the short and fat businessman and the positions of the crowd, he had to give up the idea of ​​capturing the leader first.