Gray tombstone

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.

[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]
Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.
"Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!

"Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!"

The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.
I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.

I can return to the age of mysterious

Casio always made comments as if he were a diner at a restaurant. Of course, he didn't review just any restaurant. At least, he would only glance at a restaurant whose food was edible and reasonably tasty, as in this case with Arlington.


In the battlefield's center, two silhouettes maintained arm-wrestling stances. Casio looked at Arlington, who was emitting white steam all over his body, slightly annoyed by his stubbornness.


"Look, your muscle and skeleton are fragile like a biscuit,"


"A gentle push, a pinch, and they'd break."


Casio's movement was no longer slow—his right hand pushed forward at a normal speed.


The familiar sound of bones cracking, mixed with the rending of skin like a whale's, and arteries bursting, splattering copious amounts of blood.


Finally unable to hold on, Arlington bit down on his teeth and groaned.


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