I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

"Humans...do they live in this kind of place?"

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, Ex-machine species...

Some of the races that had fought with Cheng Rang were displayed, and Maki's face turned pale with the shocking power of every move.

Cheng Rang told her little by little the stories that would have developed in that world, that is, the stories she would have seen if she hadn't traveled through the past.

After all, I am the omniscient and all-seeing "only God" in Disbod, and this can still be said.

Rick, Hubby, and 【Heart】.

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

"There is no doubt that human beings are weak. And the final opponent they have to face, in addition to the union 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, with wings on his back, holding the Xeon [Principle], announced it to the world.

"He is the God of War—Artoxiu, the [strongest] on this planet!"

Even if Artosh didn't look at him, but just dozed off on the throne with his eyes closed, Maki felt the incomparable sense of despair that made him unable to breathe.

As small as dust.

"Humans, how can we defeat that kind of thing...?!"

Cheng Rang said: "To be precise, only the [weakest] human beings can defeat [the strongest]."

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

"Being born weak, using the power of [stupid], even the weak must fight like the weak. Victory must be won by any means, and that can turn the defeat that has been repeated infinitely until now into a meaningful defeat, and thereby write it off a win."

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

"They are dead."

Maki caught her breath.

"Of course, it was the original development. Rick and Shubi died. But the last gods born out of their belief got the star cup, and the war ended."

"Humans survived and became Disbod's No. 16 race, the human species."

Cheng Rang continued: "No matter how desperate the situation is, no matter how weak you are, there is always a way to fight."

"The weak fight in the way of the weak, use tactics, spread lies, stir up conflicts among the strong, escape into the darkness and turn into ghosts to control the battle situation. The strong fight in the way of the strong, with strength and skill without fancy Collision... Compete for the 'strongest' on the other side of the end."

"Either way, that's [battle]."

Anyone may be overwhelmed by despair, the important thing is whether they can stand up again afterwards, seize all the vitality before everything is irreversible, never take the initiative to say defeat lightly, and fight hard.

The battered planet in front of me regrouped, the ripples that stirred the world passed by, the earth was revived, and the sky faded away from the dark clouds to cast a fresh blue.

In the end, everything shrinks to the origin in the universe, and the scene changes again, returning to the city where the other world and the present world are filled with gunpowder.

The crossroads engraved with knife marks and gravel.

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

The black-clothed swordsman Vignano, wearing a top hat, walked slowly and stood not far away.

"Do you choose to be a weak person who recognizes yourself and fight like a weak person, or to strengthen yourself like a steel knife through repeated setbacks and fight like a strong person."

"Choose it."

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

"Crossing impossible mountains, growing in blood and tears. Isn't the way up the road more exciting than standing on the top?"

Gradually, Maki smiled.

He grabbed a handful of gravel and dust, propped up his body one by one, 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 "big mountains" full of challenges, plus a little inspiration.

On that peak, there is a beacon that leads her straight forward, and the figure of her back that she wants to chase after.

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

But it does not require mana, nor does it require cumbersome spells.

Dedicated wholeheartedly, the joy of blending with the weapon in hand, swinging the weapon.

click..!

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

Confused, giving up, desperate, crying.

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

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

Now that I have the chance to do it all over again, what is there to be afraid of?

"just don't

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

I really hope that the wantonness and madness in the eyes of Xiang Wenenuo, she raised the corner of her mouth greatly, and shouted: "Let the horse come here! You can kill me as many times as you want, but I only need to kill you once... Will suffice!"

The girl threw herself into the battle again.

If you give up here, you will deny everything before, she is not reconciled!

Even if she fails, she still admits to the "victory" she wants to achieve.

That can turn the defeat that has been repeated infinitely until now into a meaningful defeat, and use it to write off a victory!

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

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

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

In the near-eternal void, the boy who brandished a long knife at the stake day and night.

Cheng Rang smiled wryly and leaned back on the chair, leaning on his arm.

"Heh... Maybe I'm the worst sword god in history... Maybe I am."

......

In order to win that victory.

Repeatedly in the battle of life and death, beating himself, making the blade sharper and harder little by little.

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

Get over this mountain and let everyone know your story.

In the inhuman training, become stronger with the weapon in hand.

Zen garden Maki.

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

Incantation tool Mingxin-advanced first-level magic tool!

Feeling the heart that seemed to be beating with the blood pumping in her hands, Maki closed her eyes, felt the "land of no self" that she had entered for the first time in battle, and took a deep breath.

"Is this...my trump card?"

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

Maki opened her eyes, and the majestic sword force converged, she grinned.

"How about developing it as my own domain? Maybe it can scare many people, and this domain can also fight against other enemies, isn't it?"

Cheng Rang spread his hands.

"Hey, follow you~"

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.

Stretching out her body vigorously, stretching her waist comfortably, Maki rubbed her stomach and shouted, "I'm starving! Eat!"

It seems that there has been no such behavior of "eating" for a very long time, and now Maki only feels that she can eat a cow.

"Would you like to have something to eat together, my treat?"

"No!" Maki immediately refused, "I don't want to see your face anymore...for now!"

Cheng Rang let out a wry smile.

"Sure enough, 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 hands vigorously, then straightened her expression, stood up straight and bowed deeply to Cheng Rang.

"Master...thank you."

"Ha...you don't have to be so serious all of a sudden, as long as you don't call me an idiot." Cheng Rang felt warm, "After this, you just need to remember that you are a disciple of the Sword God, so don't tell me Shall I be ashamed again?"

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

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

Before the two separated, Cheng Rang called Maki again.

"correct."

"?"

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

"Of course I won't say it! Otherwise, how can I explain the fact that I suddenly became stronger?"

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

"..."

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

"But 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 high school, which can be called a "temple" style building, can't see any difference from other places. At most, it is different from the words on the street signs.

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

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

The sound of laughing and talking came from the classroom not far away, and then figures of Hu Zhang and others walked out of it.

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

"Oh! Brother Cheng! Do you want to have lunch together? Today we are going to go to the lawn of the playground." Knotweed said as he raised the backpack in his hand, which was probably full of 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: "As an 'adult', I won't disturb your time to communicate with your new classmates, after all~"

Cheng Rang pointed to the classroom, and following the sound of footsteps, Isabella poked her head out from the door.

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

"Hey~" Amidst the elongated booing of Polygonum cuspidatum, the four laughed and left.

"—Today's bento is made by Fukuro!"