I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"Do humans...live in a place like this?"

Cheng Rang shook his finger.

Zhengdao: "Life? It's hard to talk about it. It can only be regarded as a living. As long as you are discovered, no matter what race you are discovered by, you will die."

"Human beings are undoubtedly the most humble and insignificant existence in this level of battle."

Demon species, vampire species, Flügel species, machine-kai species...

Some of the races that had fought with Cheng Rang were displayed, and the power that shook the world with every move made Maki's face turn pale.

Cheng Rang told her bit by bit the story that would have developed in that world, that is, the story that he would have seen if he had not traveled through the past.

After all, I am the "single god" who is all-knowing and all-seeing in Disbod, so I can still tell this.

Rick, Hubie, and [Heart].

"This [heart] was named by the Ex-Machina as a unique communication method for humans. The Ex-Machina named Hubie wanted to analyze this kind of thing, so he met Rick."

"There is no doubt that humans are weak. And the final opponent they have to face, in addition to the alliance of other races, is the [strongest]."

Cheng Rang waved his hand, and the scene in front of him changed again. The figure sitting on the throne had wings on his back, holding the most powerful [Principle] in his hand, telling the world.

"He is the God of War - Artosh, the conceptually [strongest] on this planet!"

Even though Artosh didn't look at her, just dozing on the throne with his eyes closed and his chin on his head, Maki felt the overwhelming sense of despair that made her unable to breathe.

As small as dust.

"How can humans defeat that kind of thing...?!"

Cheng Rang said: "To be precise, if you want to defeat the [strongest], only the [weakest] human being can do it."

"Because it has the most possibilities, unlike other races that are all created by gods, only humans on this planet rely on their own evolution and have something called [heart]."

"Born as a weakling, using the power of [stupid], even a weakling must fight in a weakling's way. To win by any means necessary, the defeat that has been repeated endlessly to this day can be transformed into a meaningful defeat, and this can be wiped out. A victory."

Maki slowly opened her eyes and asked, "So did Rick and Hubby win in the end?"

"They're dead."

Maki's breath hitched.

"Of course, that was the original development. Rick and Hubie died. But the last of the gods born because of their beliefs got the Star Cup, and the war ended."

"Humanity survived and became Disbod's sixteenth race, the human race."

Cheng Rang continued: "No matter how desperate the situation is, no matter whether you are weak or not, there is always a way to fight."

"The weak fight in the weak's way, use strategies, spread lies, provoke conflicts between the strong, escape into the darkness and become ghosts to control the battle. The strong fight in the strong's way, with strength and skills without any fancy. Collision... compete to find the 'strongest' on the other side of the end."

"Either way, it's [a battle]."

Anyone can be crushed by despair. What matters is whether you can stand up again later. Before everything is irreversible, seize every chance of life, never take the initiative to admit defeat, and fight hard.

The riddled planet in front of us reorganized, the ripples that stirred up the world passed by, the earth regained its vitality, and the sky faded away from the dark clouds, projecting a fresh blue.

In the end, everything shrunk to the origin of the universe, and the scene changed again, returning to the city where the smoke-filled world and the real world meet.

The intersection marked with knife marks and gravel.

"——Until the end, at the end of all roads, you will be tempered into steel."

Veneno, a swordsman in black wearing a top hat, walked slowly and stood not far away.

"You choose to be a weakling who recognizes himself and fights like a weakling, or you choose to become stronger through repeated setbacks like tempering a steel knife and fight like a strong one."

"Choose."

Cheng Rang stood up, patted the dust on his pants, and looked at Maki.

"Climbing over impossible mountains and growing up in blood and tears. Isn't the road to climb more exciting than standing on the top?"

Gradually, Maki smiled.

He grabbed a handful of gravel and dust, propped his body up piece by piece, and stood up again.

Just as Cheng Rang thought, Zhenxi has talent, physical fitness beyond ordinary people, and the "stubbornness" to study the way of swordsmanship.

All she needs is a stronger belief, a belief that can support her to keep moving forward, and "mountains" full of challenges, plus a little inspiration.

On the top of that peak, there was a beacon leading her straight forward, and the figure she wanted to catch up with.

The release of the sword's power is equivalent to the "field expansion" and "black flash" of the magician.

But it doesn't require magic power or complicated spells.

Focus on it wholeheartedly, and swing the weapon with the ease of being one with the weapon in your hand.

Click..!

Maki picked up the Mingxin and held it tightly in her hand again.

Confused, giving up, despairing, crying.

When she stood up again to face the challenge, she had regained her [new life].

Abandon the rigid moves, follow your heart, follow the guidance of your body, and fight almost instinctively.

Now that I have the opportunity to come back all over again, what else do I have to be afraid of?

"Only not

Yes...it's just a pain point! "

I really hope that there is wantonness and madness in Xiangweineno's eyes. She raised the corners of her mouth and shouted: "Come here! You can kill me no matter how many times you want, but I only need to kill you once..." Will suffice!"

The girl once again devoted herself to the battle.

If she gave up here, she would deny everything before. She was not willing to give up!

Even if she failed, she still believed in the "victory" she wanted to achieve.

That can transform the defeats that have been repeated endlessly until now into meaningful defeats, a victory that can be wiped out!

Interpret it freely, feel the wonderful touch of the blade passing through the air and cutting it, and immerse yourself in the notes of battle.

Feel it with all your heart and soul, and then dance... in the storm of death!

Looking at Maki who was attacking the black figure again and again, Cheng Rang suddenly seemed to see his own shadow in her.

The young man who brandished a long sword at the wooden stake day and night in the near-eternal void.

Cheng Rang smiled bitterly, resting his arms on his head and leaning back on the chair.

"Heh... I might be the worst swordsman in history... maybe."

...

To win that victory.

Repeatedly beating himself in the battle of life and death, beating the blade bit by bit to make it sharper and harder.

When Maki cut off Veneno's head with a sword, the burning flames in those eyes burned Cheng Rang hot.

Get over the mountain and let everyone know your story.

In the inhuman training, he becomes stronger together with the weapon in his hand.

Zenyuan Maki.

"She is a disciple who can satisfy me. She is the strongest disciple trained by me, the worst sword god."

The spell tool is unforgettable - advanced to the first level of the spell tool!

Feeling the Mingxin that seemed to be beating with the blood pumping in her hands, Maki closed her eyes, feeling the "selfless realm" she had entered for the first time by herself alone in battle, and took a deep breath.

"Is this... my trump card?"

Cheng Rang nodded: "Of course, you can give it a name."

Maki opened her eyes, the majestic sword power restrained, and she grinned.

"How about just treating it as my own field? Maybe I can scare a lot of people, and this is also a field that can fight against other enemies, right?"

Cheng Rang spread his hands.

"Ho, whatever you want~"

Chapter 117 Ability Value Assessment

When Maki and Cheng Rang left the training ground and walked out of the room to breathe the fresh and familiar air again, she was almost moved to tears.

After stretching her body vigorously and stretching comfortably, Maki rubbed her belly and shouted, "I'm starving! Eat!"

It seemed that she had not engaged in the act of "eating" for a very long time. Maki now only felt that she could eat a cow.

"Would you like to go have something to eat together? My treat?"

"I don't want to!" Maki refused immediately, "I don't want to see your face again... for the time being!"

Cheng Rang exclaimed and smiled bitterly.

"As expected, master and classmates are different... There is no generation gap between me and you, right?"

"I just feel that you are an elder, don't think too much about it!" Maki waved her hand vigorously, then straightened her expression, stood up straight and bowed deeply to Cheng Rang.

"Master...thank you."

"Ha... you don't need to be so serious all of a sudden, just don't call me a fool." Cheng Rang felt warm in his heart, "After this, you just need to remember that you are the disciple of the Sword God, don't give Am I going to be embarrassed again?"

Maki raised her head and smiled confidently: "Of course, I won't lose again!"

"Because you've lost enough, right? That's fine..."

Before the two separated, Cheng Rang stopped Maki again.

"correct."

"?"

"Don't tell anyone about the secret training during this period."

"Of course I won't say it! Otherwise, how can you explain why I suddenly became stronger?"

Cheng Rang snapped his fingers and said, "It's very simple, just pretend to be the same as before."

"..."

"Also, do you want to be promoted to a first-level magician? I can find someone to recommend you. After all, you performed well at the exchange meeting."

"But over at the Chanyuan family..."

"Don't worry." Cheng Rang rubbed his fingers, "Anything this kind of thing can handle won't be a problem. I have a way!"

"Well."

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Cheng Rang came to the vicinity of the teaching building and said it was a teaching building. In fact, the "temple" style building of the high school could not be seen to be any different from other places. At most, the words on the street signs were different.

The time was just right, it was time for school to end at noon.

Since there are very few students, it is easy to find people.

The sounds of laughter and conversation came from the classroom not far away, and then the figures of Huzhang and others walked out of it.

Cheng Rang took the initiative to say hello: "Hey, Youren."

"Oh! Brother Cheng! Do you want to have lunch together? Today we are going to the playground lawn." Huzhuang said, raising the backpack in his hand, which may not have been filled with camping supplies.

Cheng Rang looked at the introverted boy next to Huzhang. Today, Junpei Yoshino also successfully merged into the school.

He entered the class of Huzhang and others, so he waved his hand and said: "I, as an 'adult', will not disturb your time to communicate with your new classmates, after all~"

Cheng Rang pointed to the classroom. Following the footsteps, Isabella also poked her head out of the door.

Kugisaki suddenly understood, as if he understood something, he hugged the three of them carelessly and took them away: "Let's go, let's go, this guy Cheng is going to be intimate with his wife!"

"Eh~" The four of them left laughing and joking.

"——Today's bento is made by Fushiguro!"