In the Blade

In the next few days, Du Chengfeng was obsessed with cooking.

As long as you don't think about your opponent, there will be no opponent. Although this idea sounds a bit outrageous, in this idealistic world, it has become the most correct idea.

"So... Hey!"

Every time he thought of this, Du Chengfeng sighed a little. This conclusion was too unfriendly to him.

If this kind of nonsense result can be established, then what is the point of him fighting all the way to now?

"At least I have become stronger."

Du Chengfeng shook his head and sighed. At this time, he could only celebrate the funeral. Moreover, this is not a bad thing. After all, the power is in his own hands, which is better than going with the flow.

But the problem is here.

Is there really no one stronger than him?

"Don't think! Don't think!"

Du Chengfeng, who noticed the thought floating up, slapped his head quickly.

This kind of thing must not be thought of. After all, he has realized that in this idealistic world, what you fear will really come true.

If someone stronger than him really shows up, what should he do?

"Of course I'll fight... No, that's not right!"

Du Chengfeng shook his head again, dispelling the thoughts that were rising in his mind.

What's there to fight? There's no such thing as fighting. There's no one stronger than him at all. Who should he fight?

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's how it should be."

Du Chengfeng nodded slowly and continued to cut vegetables.

"I've already practiced to this point. There should be no more opponents in this world. Now I can enjoy my life with peace of mind and do what I want to do..."

Although he was muttering this, the distracting thoughts in his mind were still constantly rising.

And it's not just him. Those who know him and have seen him are actually thinking about this problem to a greater or lesser extent.

For example, the folks far away in Wangyou Township, they have witnessed the power displayed by Du Chengfeng along the way, so with Du Chengfeng's force as a guarantee, they can live their lives quietly in Wangyou Township - but occasionally, they will also think that Du Chengfeng is indeed very strong, but is there really no one stronger than Du Chengfeng in the world?

Maybe there is, after all, the world is so big?

Or the little emperor and the old eunuch in the Jiankang Imperial City, they have also witnessed Du Chengfeng's bravery, so they also regard Du Chengfeng as a goal, and once wanted to reach that strength - but sometimes, in their spare time during training, they will also think about that Du Taishi, is he really invincible in the world? Is there really no one who can defeat him?

Maybe there is, after all, the world is so big?

Or those opponents who had fought with Du Chengfeng, those grassland people who had heard about the Yizhou attack and defense, they may not have seen Du Chengfeng's appearance, but they had at least heard of Du Chengfeng's name, they had heard of those famous battles, and they had heard of those horrific massacres. In their eyes, such a figure was like an ancient demon god - but even if it was such a demon god, there should always be someone who could defeat him, right?

There will always be someone who can defeat him, right? After all, there are so many heroes in this world?

Or those Songzhou people who worshipped their ancient ancestors, in their descriptions, Du Chengfeng, who had fought with their ancestors, had become a terrifying monster with three heads and six arms, an invincible enemy, an enemy that could not be defeated no matter what - but was it really impossible to defeat it? Was it really impossible to defeat it at all?

Even if their ancestors failed to win, looking around, from ancient times to the present, there must have been someone who could defeat him, right?

"There must be someone who can beat him, right?"

Even the martial arts masters in the backyard couldn't help but have this thought when they looked at the back kitchen of the post station.

Is this monster really so invincible? It doesn't make sense, right? Indeed, they can't beat it now, but when they master the new power... forget it, they can't beat this monster with the new power, but is there really no one in the world who can beat this monster?

"There should be someone who can beat him, right?"

Even the nameless boy in the post station thought so when he occasionally looked at the back kitchen.

Indeed, in the eyes of this boy, the big man surnamed Du is already the strongest master he has ever seen, and his calm appearance all day long is indeed the style of a master - just like now, he just knows that the big man is cooking in the back kitchen, and just smells the aroma of food from the back kitchen, and he will feel absolutely at ease in his heart.

No matter what problems he encounters, no matter what strong men he encounters, no matter what monsters he encounters, he will be fine, absolutely fine.

This is the confidence that the big man surnamed Du brings to him, and that sense of solidity is so reassuring.

So, for such a strong person, what will his opponent be like?

This idea does not have any malice, it is purely a doubt that anyone would have. After all, a strong person will definitely have an opponent, or it can be said that it is the defeat of the opponent that can reflect the strength of the strong person - so the problem is here, what kind of opponent is worthy of this level of master?

The nameless boy is very curious, he really wants to know.

There must be one, right? The kind of opponent worthy of this master.

"Maybe that master is in seclusion somewhere right now, and they will meet soon..."

The nameless boy thought like this, just like the stories in the storyteller - as for why the storyteller, it was naturally because his biggest entertainment recently was to listen to the storyteller's stories.

Of course, as the saying goes, there is no coincidence, most of the stories told by the storyteller are mixed with too many coincidences.

But will these subtle coincidences really not happen?

"It's done! It's done! I've done it!"

Far to the east of the mainland, on a small island across the sea from the mainland, a sudden explosion of shouts resounded through the sky.

Perhaps even the sky couldn't stand this arrogant shouting, a thunderbolt struck from the dark clouds in the sky, and when the thunderbolt hit the ground, the entire ground was smashed to pieces.

No, it was not broken by thunder.

That piece of ground was torn apart by another more violent force.

That force was so violent, yet extremely pure, just like a forged and tempered blade, after washing away those impurities, only the purest edge remained.

The pure edge shattered the thunder and even the dark clouds behind it.

For a moment, the dark clouds that were about to stir up a storm were swept away.

Only the clear sky and the bright sun were left.

"Really good..."

In the broken deep pit, a burly man with big shoulders and waist squinted his eyes, enjoying the long-lost warm sunshine.

The sunshine was so warm that it seemed that even the sun hanging high in the sky was celebrating his new life.

This can indeed be considered a new life.

After all, there is no Jiazi in the mountains, but it has been a thousand years in the world.

"I don't know how long it has been... Maybe people in this world have forgotten me?"

The burly man stretched his muscles and bones, and his joints crackled all over his body.

Obviously, his body was quite stiff during the previous period. He had not moved for too long, which made his body look a little rusty.

But such a long retreat was not meaningless.

"Those things don't matter. Anyway... you belong to me."

As he said this, the burly man raised his hand in the air.

A shadow with a blade appeared in his palm, and finally solidified into the shape of a sword.

Almost completely different from the swords of today, although this sword has a blade, its shape is a bit too simple. There is no scabbard, and the handle has no decoration. There are only some hemp ropes wrapped around the handle, which barely makes the grip feel better. A huge iron ring falls at the end of the handle of the sword, which just ensures that the sword will not fall out of the hand when swinging. This is also the only thing that can be called a feature of this sword.

If there is no iron ring, this sword is more like a sharp iron bar.

"Not bad..."

Looking at the broken gaps on the blade of the sword, the burly man did not have any heartache on his face. Instead, he seemed to appreciate this sword that looked like scrap iron, just like admiring a peerless beauty.

Indeed, just looking at the horrible appearance of the sword, anyone who sees it will probably think that it is a waste, a piece of junk that no one would pick up even if it was thrown into the garbage dump.

Only the big man himself knows what kind of rare treasure he is holding in his hand.

This is the first sword ever born in the world.

"Are you hungry?"

The burly man asked, and just looking at his expression and movements, it is clear that he is talking to the sword in his hand.

"I'm not hungry, after all, I haven't finished eating the big whale I killed a few days ago, but you... I understand, you also think it's boring to kill these big fish."

As if he felt something, the burly man laughed.

Indeed, the purpose of the sword is not to hunt large monsters, let alone to kill fish. From the moment it was born, the sword was born to kill.

Cutting off the enemy's weapon and splitting the opponent's body, this is what the sword should do.

And now, this knife hasn't done this for a long time.

"Originally, you wouldn't have starved, you could have fallen into someone else's hands, you could have experienced battles all the time, you could have killed enemies all the time, you could have fought forever... I imprisoned you, I kept you here, I locked you up here, just to let you know who has the final say."

As he said this, the burly man looked at the sword in his hand.

"So, do you hate me?"

Obviously, the burly man didn't stretch out his hand, but the ancient sword made a soft hum.

Obviously, for a sword, hatred or not is not important at all.

The sword was born to fight.

"Okay!"

The burly man laughed.

"You are mine now! Since you want to fight, let's fight!"

As he said this, the burly man rushed forward, walking on the waves!

There were pirate ships passing by this island. Every pirate wore a long sword made of fine steel on his waist. This was their honor and their faith. With a sword in hand, they could transform into agile warriors at any time. Their slashing could even split the heavy mast in one blow.

And now, these pirates are heading towards the mainland.

"Those mainlanders have a lot of gold and silver treasures! As long as we rob them once, we will have endless benefits!"

The pirate leader was still describing the wealth they were about to obtain to his men at the bow. The description of the spoils made many pirates fascinated for a while - but soon, the pirate leader found that his men gradually stopped looking in his direction and looked elsewhere.

"Who!"

The pirate leader immediately drew out the long knife from his waist, and the bright blade was eye-catching!

Facing the exquisite sharp blade made of fine steel, the burly man who had already stood on the bow just smiled.

What he held in his hand was only a broken iron bar.

"One knife is not enough, you guys come together."

The burly man waved his hand.

"Draw out your knives! Hurry up!"

The pirates on the ship were shocked and drew out their long knives at their waists at once. The whole warship was suddenly shining with knives, as if it had become a steel jungle!

But facing these bright blades, the burly man just shook his head.

"Is that all?"

The burly man swung the iron bar.

The pirate leader hadn't reacted yet and was ready to rush out with his knife raised - but soon, the pirate leader found that it was only his upper body that rushed out, while his lower body remained in place.

Even the sword in his hand had been broken into two pieces at some point.

"Is that all?"

The burly man sighed.

Not only the pirate leader, but also the other pirates were scattered all over the ground. These pirates who were so arrogant just now were now broken into two pieces, including the swords in their hands.

But the strange thing is that the mast in the middle of these pirates is still intact, without any scars.

"No fun."

Shaking his head, the burly man no longer cared about the dead on this ship, but jumped into the sea and continued to walk on the waves.

It was too slow to rely on the boat alone. The speed of this warship was not as fast as his own launching.

"So... will there be a surprise?"

Seeing the land gradually appearing on the distant horizon, the burly man gradually felt nostalgic.

"I haven't come back to see for a long time... How far have the so-called masters come now?"

"Your strength, your will, your fighting power, your weapons... How far have the swords in your hands come?"