Wandering Man

This captivating novel is also adapted into a comic available on Webnovel.
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Cultivating inner strength with the Nine Yang Energy and training the body to an indestructible state, the Golden Back Nine Rings Saber sweeps across with a forty-yard long silver-blue blade energy. With force sinking into the dan tian, charging left and right, the Descending Dragon Palm bombards everything in sight.
There's the Way of the Heart Demon Seed... Self-Forgetfulness... Sunflower True Power... Flying Dagger in the Void... Cassock Subdues Demons... Seven Forms of the Dragon... Palm of Buddha, War God Shattering! All are part of a riveting and blood-pumping journey in the world of martial arts!
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The mighty and robust Village Leader, Jiang Dali, sits quietly on his ornately carved pearwood chair, draped in a tiger skin coat over his bulging, strong muscles. His eyes are cold and tranquil as he surveils the newly recruited players sitting on both sides.
Flattering praises from these players are incessant.
'Mighty Village Leader, invincible against swords and spears, an unmatched Iron Palm – please teach me your martial arts expertise!'
'Village Leader, can someone with sensitive skin practice the Iron Shirt technique?'
'Brother, spare the slick talk. The Village Leader is well-known for his ruthless and merciless nature.'
A player, who had just resurrected at the City God Temple, makes a grimace, 'Ignorant at first, I didn’t grasp the hidden meaning in his words. The second time I listen, I'm already a soul under the knife. The Village Leader's word is law; asking the same question twice will get you sent on your way. I have no f**ks left to give.'
In essence, this is all about a muscleman wielding a big saber, traversing through the thrilling and varied martial world without a female lead. A domineering and decisive tyrant, an Iron-Boss with player characters flowing like water....

Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

"I think I better not chase after them, otherwise I might come back to find there's no more liquor to drink."


Lu Xiaofeng walked toward Ah Er's corpse with a smile that was not quite a smile.


He glanced at Ah Er's horribly twisted arm and the nearly caved-in chest that had been smashed, heaved a sigh, and said, "Tragic!"


Then he turned to look at Ah Da, who lay outside the door with a sword thrust through his throat, at the feet of Ximen Chuixue, and sighed once more, "Tragic!"


He then added, "But it can be considered a death without regrets. To be a swordsman who could last three moves under your sword, Ximen, is enough to be considered an expert."


Ximen Chuixue, holding his sword, indifferently dropped two words.


His figure flashed, and with a few leaps, he vanished on the mountain top of Black Wind Village, disappearing under the gaze of the Players who looked on with a mixture of reverence, surprise, excitement, and admiration.


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