I'm not a theatre god

"...Bing Shen Dao?"

Jian Changsheng was stunned for a moment when he saw the black ribbon flying straight towards him.

He staggered to his feet and looked down at Yan Xicai's bloody corpse and the blood-stained dagger in his hand. His expression was a little complicated... Destiny seemed to be so wonderful.

The Bingshen Dao gathered in front of him and intertwined into a staircase leading to the sky. Jian Changsheng hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped up.

Boom——!

The moment his footsteps hit the ground, the divine way took shape!

A large amount of information and power poured into Jian Changsheng's mind. He was stunned for a long time, looking down at his hands... Bingshen Dao, the first level.

"[Shura] path?" Astonishment appeared on his face.

After being a law enforcer for so long, Jian Changsheng naturally knows some paths of the Bingshen Dao, and [Shura] is undoubtedly one of the strongest paths in the Bingshen Dao at present... It is said that even Lu Xuanming cannot ask for it.

And he actually awakened to this path?

"Maybe... I'm really a genius in the art of war?"

Jian Changsheng muttered to himself and moved his body. He found that since he stepped on the [Shura] path, his lame leg was no longer lame. His whole body was lighter than ever before. He could feel an unprecedented sense of strength throughout his body. surge.

This was a more addictive feeling than gathering murderous aura. He closed his eyes and carefully moved every inch of muscle and bone in his body, making soft crackling sounds.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the turbid breath... When he opened his eyes again, they were as bright as torches.

"I am indeed a genius, right?!"

The corners of Jian Changsheng's mouth couldn't help but raise, and he spat at Yan Xicai's body. That puddle of mud had hindered his life for more than ten years, but now... he felt that his life was finally back on track.

I don’t know if it’s because his personality has been suppressed for too long in the past. At this moment, Jian Changsheng just feels that his confidence is bursting. It is a mentality similar to that of a nouveau riche. He is eager to find a target to test his strength.

"Huh?" A surprised voice sounded from the side, and No. 10 was seen standing on the edge of the hill, overlooking the corpses of Jian Changsheng and Yan Xicai beside him, and said in surprise,

"He was actually killed by someone else? Tsk..."

The moment Jian Changsheng saw the fire usurper, his eyes lit up. He held the bloody dagger and rushed towards the hill without hesitation!

His speed was very fast, and there was blood in his steps. In No. 10's eyes, he only saw a bloody afterimage, approaching him rapidly.

"Is there anyone else who has stepped onto the path of the God of War?" No. 10's heart sank, and he suddenly became vigilant. He had never seen the first-level skill of the [Shura] path, but what was visible to the naked eye was different from other people's [Iron Clothes]. .

No. 10 flipped his palm, and a pistol fell into his palm. He aimed at the rapidly approaching Jian Changsheng and pulled the trigger one after another!

Bang bang bang——

Three bullets were fired in succession, all hitting Jian Changsheng, and the opponent did not have as solid skin as [Iron Clothes], so the bullets were easily embedded in it.

"That's it?" No. 10 was startled, but the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

After being shot three times in a row, Jian Changsheng not only did not stop, but his speed was even faster. He crossed the distance of tens of meters like a phantom. Before No. 10 could continue to shoot, a cold light flashed in front of the opponent!

No. 10 exclaimed, "Stealing Things" was activated instantly, and Jian Changsheng's dagger disappeared out of thin air, leaving only an empty fist hitting No. 10 behind the ear.

Boom——!

The terrifying force directly deafened No. 10, and blood immediately flowed from his ears.

This guy was obviously shot three times, why is he still so fast? And this strength is even more outrageous than that group of [Iron Clothes]!

No. 10 endured the severe pain and dizziness, holding a short knife in his hand, stabbed Jian Changsheng three times in the lower abdomen, and the knife was buried in it.

But after three stabs, Jian Changsheng not only had no pain reaction, but became more and more courageous as he fought. With a pair of bare-handed fists carrying terrifying power, he hit No. 10's chest five times in half a second, so fast that streaks of bloody residue appeared in the air. film!

No. 10's chest collapsed visibly, and his ribs were almost completely broken. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, floated several meters like a kite with its string broken, and fell to the ground.

Blood could not stop seeping from Jian Changsheng's wound, but he seemed to be completely oblivious, slowly walking towards No. 10 who fell to the ground step by step... Relief and joy appeared in those blood-colored eyes. Arrogant!

"Is this the [Asura] path? It's so strong, completely different from other paths!" Jian Changsheng couldn't help but laugh,

"I, Jian Changsheng, am indeed a genius!"

No. 10 watched the bloody demon-like figure approaching, with fear in his eyes.

This guy, whether he was shot or stabbed, seemed to feel no pain at all, and the more wounds he had, the fiercer the fight... He was completely a ferocious humanoid beast!

No. 10 fell in a pool of blood and kept trying to retreat, but Jian Changsheng stepped on his chest. The severe pain made him scream. The harder he screamed, the stronger the smile on Jian Changsheng's lips.

"Fire usurper? Nothing more than that."

He crushed No. 10's ribs with his foot, and the broken joints pierced his heart. After No. 10's pupils suddenly shrank, he lay weakly on the ground.

The cold wind blew across the bloody ground. Jian Changsheng stood there alone, like the only winner on this battlefield... He slowly moved his eyes away from the corpse at his feet and looked at the melee battlefield in the distance.

Killing intent flashed in his eyes again.

"Let me end this..." He sneered, and the bloody footprints crossed the hills and gradually disappeared into the wilderness.

After a long time.

A figure in red slowly walked out of the shadows.

Chen Ling looked thoughtfully at Jian Changsheng's leaving figure and murmured to herself, "[Shura] Path... That skill looks very good."

Chen Ling had not expected the change in Jian Changsheng. He had long noticed the lame man who had been hanging at the back of Yan Xicai's team, and had also seen how he was humiliated and beaten by Yan Xicai. But Chen Ling thought that he would always be so aggrieved. Bear it down...

Unexpectedly, under that seemingly humble and thin body, there was such a ferocious soul. It was no wonder that he was attracted by Bing Shendao.

If placed in the ancient collection of military art in previous years, Jian Changsheng is undoubtedly a dark horse figure. He has been living for most of his life, and finally risked everything here to kill the mountain above his head and obtain a powerful path. It can be imagined that from now on How to have a smooth journey in the end... In a novel, that would be a perfect template for a male protagonist.

But unfortunately... this dark horse is destined to die here.

Chen Ling was about to walk towards the battlefield that was about to end when a rustling sound suddenly came from the side.

He let out a sigh and turned his head to look, only to see that Yan Xicai's already bloody body was shimmering with blue light... On his chest, a petal-like sacrificial vessel was exuding the breath of life.