Martial Hero Rebirth

The body could barely stand, of the eight external meridians only two remained.

Lin Yi had never received such wounds before. I've never been in such a hopeless situation.

If it weren't for the will to never give up and always stand his ground, he would probably have fallen by now..

Kaifeng was so close - its towers were visible on the horizon.

But the path was blocked by the Dragon King.

When the Shaolin masters came, he knew and understood everything, but he involuntarily felt hope.

A hope that was not destined to come true. The damned creatures watched with pleasure his death.

And the supreme experts of the Five Mountain Swords were thousands of kilometers away. Even if they knew what was being prepared, they would never have managed to get here.

Only one person could save him - and that was himself..

So many friends and comrades, such a crowd of people praising him... but no one gave him a helping hand. No one can help when you really need it.

The more despair Lin Yi felt, the calmer he became.

The mind coolly examined its chances.

He could have used the ending of the story. Combine three techniques into one and deliver a blow of unimaginable power, possibly injuring the Dragon King himself.

But to kill? Never.

It will cost him his last two meridians. This will be his death.

So there was only one way left.

He lost, that's obvious. The difference in strength is too great; this cannot be overcome by any knowledge and experience. One more blow and it's over.

The purple light flashed again ahead. The Dragon King smiled faintly - he saw the despair of his opponent. I saw that as soon as he charged the attack, the Sword God would no longer survive.

Despite all his composure, the Dragon King hated this upstart. How many people have they lost because of him? How many talents have completed their journey, and how many have yet to shine before this man put an end to their stories?

He longed to see the death of the Sword God. He wanted to tear him into a thousand pieces so that none of his relatives would know!

The palm is almost formed.

Lin Yi turned around and rushed away.

The purple mist filled his limbs with all the strength he could muster, a powerful wave of heat rushed into his legs and allowed him to rush forward so that the air went in a wave.

Linbo's Move Set increased his speed sevenfold! He flew hundreds of meters in one jump, leaving his purple palm far behind his back.!

But instead of Kaifeng he ran south.

The Dragon King even froze for a second, not immediately understanding where the boy was running. There was nothing in the south. Nobody could help him.

The cowardly mouse simply rushed in the only direction in which he saw no enemies.

“Run, little rat, run! Let's see how far you can go!” The Dragon King grinned, only excited by the chase. “But know: if I decide to kill someone, then this person will not survive even at the end of the world!”

In one step he crossed tens of meters and set off in pursuit, clasping his hands behind his back - just like on a regular walk..

He mocked the enemy, wanted the Sword God to feel the same despair as his countless enemies.

In an instant they disappeared.

And only the monks, whose friendly faces had hardly changed, began to show lumps. They wanted to see the death of the one who stood in their way so many times.

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“Three days have passed and there is still no news about elder brother,” Linghu Feng sighed with his head bowed. “We don’t even know if he’s still alive...”

He looked like a street beggar - he didn’t even change his clothes after the fight. I just wandered the streets from morning to night, hoping to hear something.

The same applied to the rest of the Five Mountain Swords disciples..

For three days in a row they gathered in the gazebo and saw in each other’s empty eyes that they could not hear any news..

No one ate, no one even had the strength to drink.

“The elder brother will find a chance to break away from the Dragon King. Believe in him!” said Chu Yaoyin, who had been kneeling in the gazebo for three days without stopping praying.

“Yaoyin, at least eat a little,” said Ye Dong, who brought another bowl of hot food. “You believe in Brother Lin, he knows how to stand up for himself. Don't worry so much, don't hurt yourself.”

“I won’t eat until I find out what’s wrong with him,” Yaoyin muttered quietly and continued to silently pray, only moving her lips.

But even in prayer, the last second stood before her eyes, while he was still visible - that desperate escape and the purple silhouette that dived after.

Ye Dong disappointedly put the plate on the table and sat down next to him, sighing softly.

No one knew what he was thinking, only rare sighs expressed his thoughts.

“You should really eat,” said Linghu Feng. “If you sing, the rest will also decide.”

“I can't. Let's wait at least seven days. If he never returns, then I will personally run to the territory of the Alliance and report to the Masters about what happened. We must not give up. Teachers need us. Brothers and sisters need us. Even... even if Senior Brother Lin died, we must fulfill his dream and make the Five Mountain Sword Sect the greatest in the fist world! We must become supreme experts to take revenge on the Dragon King!”

Linghu Feng nodded quietly with an icy expression on his face. There was even more bloodlust in his gaze than in hers..

Yaoyin added, filtering through her teeth.:

“And then... Shaolin.”

Linghu Feng nodded heavily.

“Yes. We need to get rid of this vicious cult in the center of the righteous lands.”

In anger, he drew his sword. The chair opposite fell apart in half, cut so precisely that the cut on the two halves turned out to be smooth like the surface of a mirror..

“But for this we must become stronger,” he said angrily. “Eat. And we will eat with you. This is an order.”

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Four more days later, a carriage passed through a small town..

The coachman glanced through the window from time to time, thinking about who this young man could be who appeared before him that morning and threw away all the money he had with him..

He asked only one thing: to go, go and not stop..

The money was enough to persuade the most incorruptible commoner, so the coachman agreed.

Besides, such a young man, pale from wounds and lost blood, couldn’t annoy someone truly dangerous, right??

Suddenly there was a cough behind.

Looking back, the coachman saw a young man smiling wryly at his bloody palms..

For seven days and seven nights, Lin Yi ran away from the Dragon King.

He had already run thousands of kilometers, but he still couldn’t break away..

No matter how much strength he put into his legs, no matter how much he tried to throw him off the scent, the Dragon King caught up with him like an evil spirit.

He tried to walk by the river, found clothes and disguised himself as a commoner, but the Dragon King still managed to find him.

Two meridians were enough for him for seven days. But there's simply no more strength left.

The internal wounds were too serious, and he couldn’t even concentrate and restore them, he only covered them with inner strength.

He needed to eat something, drink something warmer than water from dirty puddles, but the shadow of the enemy hung over him.

The carriage continued to move forward, no different from everyone else..

The only difference was the passenger - the famous Sword God, who is now putting all his energy into restoring his inner strength.

There was a tea shop ahead on the road..

Many in this expensive establishment were experts in the world of pugilism.

But one still stood out.

A man with a little gray in his hair, a cool face, and wearing purple clothes. However, that’s not what made him stand out..

It was quite hot in the establishment, but the people he passed by began to shiver from the cold.

Therefore, they tried not to even look in his direction while he sat silently and quietly sipped tea.

Only when the passing carriage almost reached the tea shop did he get up from the table, go out onto the road, and fold his hands in front of his chest.

“We are almost at the end of the world! But, as I said, you can’t hide even there, Sword God!”

“Sword God?!” people around screamed.

Who could believe that sitting in an ordinary carriage was the greatest genius of the righteous world, the Deadly Heavenly Sword God, Lin Yi?!

There were rumors that seven days ago he was chased by the Purple Dragon King, the devil of evil cults.

People's jaws suddenly dropped when they saw the clothes of the man standing on the road.

There was a sigh and a young man dressed as a commoner came out of the cart, with a long sword in his hand..

“Han Lenxuan, you are the supreme expert. Why waste a whole week and chase me for several thousand miles, huh? Why put so much effort into pathetic me??”

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