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Chapter 91: Legend Of ’Sword God’(Part-2)

Chapter 91: Legend Of ’Sword God’(Part-2)

Sword God wasted no time as he sprinted toward the village chief’s residence, consumed by rage and hatred, his thoughts fixed on nothing else.

The thugs noticed and attempted to stop him, but all they received was swift and decisive decapitation.

Despite Sword God’s lack of knowledge about swords or battle, he fought with the expertise of a seasoned warrior as he went berserk, facing dozens of thugs armed with swords, axes, and various weapons.

But no matter how many come, they all end up being spilt in countless chunks of flesh by him.

He was like a killing machine; the more he massacred, the better he became as if he improved after every swing.

The countless villagers watched in horror as, one by one, all the thugs were slaughtered, leaving only the village chief and his family.

The village chief had a wife and two sons who were all known as despicable people, doing as they pleased whenever they wanted. The young Sword God showed no mercy, whether they were women or young men, leading them all to their destined end.

He killed the village chief’s family in front of the chief, who witnessed their deaths first, before meeting his horrifying end in agony. He didn’t stop there; he killed other villagers who had good relationships and supported the chief when he mistreated his parents or ingratiated themselves with him. Sword God’s rampage claimed thousands of lives, killing half of the villagers, reminiscent of a merciless shura.

But the killing didn’t calm the young Sword God’s mind. He looked toward the mountain behind their village, where the so-called god resided—the supposed reason for all of this tragedy.

He didn’t consider whether he could defy a god or even contemplate his own death; nothing could stop him from carrying out his mission, regardless of the consequences.

Young Sword God calmly walked towards the sacred mountain where the god resided, a place revered and forbidden for anyone to tread upon and desecrate.

But he didn’t give a sh*t about that; he swiftly entered the mountain and ventured deep inside.

The remaining villagers were horrified to see him going there. They started to panic, fearing that the god would surely destroy their village in anger. In their terror, the surviving people began to run and flee the village quickly, leaving behind only Sword God’s injured friend, who didn’t run.

The Young Sword God came across a majestic temple constructed from various precious materials. Suddenly, a twelve-foot giant emerged from within the temple, casting a disdainful look at the sword god.

He wasted no time, showed no fear, and didn’t care if it was a god that couldn’t die or was immortal standing before him; all that mattered was that he was going to make him pay the price.

But just as he was about to attack a powerful, mysterious, unknown force descended upon him, immobilizing him for a moment. But through sheer willpower, he forced himself to move forward and continue towards the so-called god.

The so-called god was surprised that this insignificant human was able to move within his powerful aura, but it also filled him with anger to be defied by what he considered an ant.

He flickered his fingers and shot energy beams that moved at incredible speed, but Sword God instinctively somehow deflected them with an old blade, further enraging the god.

He attacked even more fiercely, beyond Sword God’s mortal body limits, sending him flying dozens of meters and shattering countless bones in his body.

His body was seriously injured, and he was fortunate to still be alive. In this dire situation, he laughed and showed more emotion than hate, gazing at the so-called god with a murderous aura.

A massive change was happening within Sword God’s body, and the world seemed to sense it. The sky darkened, and powerful gods across the world sensed a disturbance, feeling that something significant was about to occur but unable to discern its nature.

It was the first time young Sword God came into contact with a mysterious life force. Despite multiple broken bones and internal injuries, he felt the essence of life and instantly understood it by opening his first prana circuit on his own.

And surprisingly, It wasn’t some mutated life force or anything special; it was a normal life force without anything special.

He felt the flow of mysterious life energy within his body, slowly healing his wounds and strengthening him. Instantaneously, the seemingly unbeatable god appeared to weaken.

Young Sword God immediately understood that gods are not omnipotent; they are simply stronger beings, and he can fight them.

He quickly stood up and moved many times faster than before, slashing with his old blade infused with his newfound power. The god was shocked to see this, but with a single finger, he stopped the sword.

But Young Sword God wasn’t disappointed; instead, he became even fiercer. Each time he attacked, he grew stronger and more proficient with swords, opening more prana circuits.

The usual calm expression on the so-called god disappeared as he realized the puny human was becoming stronger at an astonishing rate. He lost all enjoyment and tried to end the fight quickly, sensing that Young Sword God was already capable enough to challenge him.

He continued to grow stronger and stronger, his blade movements becoming trickier, fiercer, and faster. In a short time, he had become a master swordsman. With each increasing number of prana circuits, he grew so powerful that the twelve-foot god couldn’t quickly defeat him.

Sixth prana circuit, seventh prana circuit... ninth prana circuit.

Boom!

A sense of ominous foreboding filled the air as the twelve-foot god experienced unprecedented terror. Young Sword God finally broke through his first limit and embarked on the path of transcendence.

In just one day, within an hour, a mortal farmer who had never trained or used a sword opened nine prana circuits one after another in a single battle. Breaking the final barrier, he became a limit-breaker—a feat unprecedented and incomprehensible that changed the world.

His swordsmanship also changed, infused with a unique power stronger and more mysterious than life force itself, seeming to defy the natural order of the world.

The sky felt it, the old mighty gods felt it, and every sword in the world trembled, sensing that an anomaly had been born.

The world around him felt different, and the god that was mighty just moments ago had now become weak and vulnerable, able to be killed.

The twelve-foot god was horrified, unable to believe that he was now terrified by a mere human who, moments ago, was weaker than an ant. He couldn’t comprehend what he was feeling and seeing—what kind of human he had underestimated.

He wanted to run, but an intense and mysterious power enveloped him, rendering him immovable. The power dynamics had shifted drastically, reducing him to the status of an ant before this human.

With a swift swing of a young sword god’s old blade unfolded in what felt like slow motion before the god’s eyes, who could only watch as the blade descended upon his neck.

Bang!

The simple swing contained unimaginable power and profound mysteries, cutting not only through the god but also the entire mountain.

The injured friend stood alone in the village, witnessing a shocking scene as the small mountain split and collapsed before his eyes, horrifying him. Villagers who had fled to a distance also witnessed this alarming sight, growing pale and fleeing with all their might.

They trembled in fear and panicked, believing that the angry god was coming for them.

A few moments later, a figure appeared in the village, holding a large, severed head, shocking the sole resident present.

Witnessing his friend, a young sword god covered in blood, come out of the collapsed mountain with a head brought him great shock.

The young sword god, unable to find his sister, returned and presented the so-called god’s decapitated head before his parents’ tomb, fulfilling his revenge.

Later that day, he forged a sword using the old blade that had shattered after the final swing, mixing ordinary iron with the blood of the god. He then departed the village, embarking on his quest to hunt down gods across the world.

The injured friend desired to follow, but the sword god denied him. However, he later became a renowned expert after training and gaining an understanding of the sword aura left behind by the sword god.

From that day onward, the Sword God travelled the world, challenging countless beings claiming to be gods or their descendants. He fought relentlessly, hunting his targets and growing stronger until his every move shook the world.

With his human body, he hunted true gods and severed countless others. His strength grew to such an extent that he single-handedly ushered in an era where gods trembled.

Countless attempts were made on his life by other gods, but none could withstand even a single strike from his sword. He alone slew and hunted more than a third of the gods in the entire world of Rion.

The mighty gods grew fearful, while weak humans rose in the wake of the Sword God’s momentum.

He alone instilled such deep PTSD in the gods that even thousands of years later, that fear remained etched in their blood and continued to be passed down through generations.

That future generations, swordsmen held an advantage over gods, whose strength was significantly suppressed when facing any swordsman.

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