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Feeling refreshed and full of boundless strength, little Will gently moved his body, emitting a series of crackling sounds. His attributes appeared in his mind: Name: Will Decland Age: Thirteen Strength: 4.1 Agility: 4.3 Constitution: 5.2 Spirit: 4.5 Supernatural Power: Dou Qi Seed (incomplete metamorphosis), Magic Power (First-level Wizard Apprentice, thirty-six basic runes inscribed, primordial magic power unavailable) Bloodline: Human Primordial Bloodline Cultivation Methods:…-
3.5 M • Ongoing
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It's not scary to lose; as long as you know where you lost, you can try to win it back next time. The three consecutive battles gave Little Will an immense amount of experience. These weren't sparring matches like at the Rose Knight's Guild, but true life-and-death battles with real swords and spears. Oh, this life-and-death struggle was aimed at the demon youth; I was still relatively safe. However, the pain of blades and spears striking my body was unavoidable, and Little Will also deeply…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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An hour passed quickly. When Little Weir appeared in the arena fully armed, wearing sturdy knight armor, with a magic runic longsword at his hip and a small shield on his left arm, the longsword in the hand of the devil-masked youth on the opposite side also changed its style, surprisingly becoming a thick greatsword. A blunt sword?! A heavy blunt sword, an edgeless blunt sword—what exactly does this guy mean? This thing, somewhat similar to a wooden sword but much clunkier, is his weapon for…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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"Clang!" With a crisp sound, Little Weil's arm trembled slightly, and the longsword in his hand almost flew out. What the hell was going on? Seeing the Devil Masked Youth's second sword thrusting again, Little Weil quickly moved sideways, and his longsword swept out again. This time, it wasn't aimed at the youth's sword, but directly at his body. The Devil Masked Youth retracted and thrust his longsword again, narrowly hitting the tip of Little Weil's sword just before Little Weil's sword could reach…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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With a backer, he was extremely stable! Before the skeletons and zombies retreated, Little Vere swiftly set up a dense layer of “witchcraft bombs,” all of them trigger-activated, with one trapping the enemy and the next attacking. “Go ahead and try to break through; I’m going to rest anyway.” The demon-masked youth looked at the layer of flickering, eerie light in the square, his lips twitching slightly. This little fellow was truly cautious. He had originally planned to teach him a lesson, to…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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"I refuse!" Little Will rejected without even thinking. As long as it was something the enemy wanted, he would oppose it, for no other reason than the fact that the other party was a devil. 35xs "Do you want this soul battlefield to continue indefinitely?" the devil-masked youth said indifferently. "I don't care, anyway, this is your home ground. Every moment it continues, it consumes a portion of your soul power. When your soul power is completely depleted, the soul battlefield will automatically…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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The hellhounds' ambush was both a success and a failure; they successfully breached the front line, killing an elven archer and an elven mage in a very short time, before the quick-thinking Little Weir directly slammed down two giant treants to block them. The Demon-masked Youth didn't miss this opportunity, immediately launching a continuous, overwhelming wave of attacks. The thirty paths were instantly filled with skeletons and zombies. It wasn't that he didn't want to deploy more powerful forces; it…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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What did he see? A well-trained skeleton army, with a squad of ten sword-and-shield skeletons lined up in front, followed by two vertical lines of over twenty skeletons each, holding swords, spears, and shields. The formation wasn't perfectly neat, but it was unmistakably an army, and not far away, a dozen skeleton archers were even “lurking.” In front of the bell tower was a small plaza, with wide roads on its other three sides. The plaza was two hundred meters long and fifty meters wide, and…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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The clock tower was already in sight, and Little Weir charged up the street in one go. The interior layout had barely changed; there was still nearly half of the dried fish left, and only one and a half barrels of sweet fresh water. The juvenile Night Lynx was not here, so it seemed it hadn't moved in after he left; it must still return to its old den during the day. Since he had decided to make this his stronghold, he naturally had to prepare it well. After roughly restoring the previous…
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Chapter 136: The Demonic Youth Who Slightly Dislikes Demons After completing a set of Intermediate Muscle and Bone Forging techniques, Little Weir felt a strange sensation throughout his body. He hadn't eaten anything, only drank a bowl of thousand-year-old aged wine, yet his body recovered so well. Was this the so-called home advantage? No, perhaps he was currently using a projection of his own body, which was the benefit of body synchronization. Since his body was constantly nourished and infused with…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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