Echoes from the Lord's Playground Chapter 1

"Witch paint!"

The muscular man held the heavy sword tightly in both hands, barely supporting his body. His messy golden hair and blood on his face made him look like a dying lion. "Is it worth it to sacrifice an arm and my future for two untouchables?"

He knew very well that all of his internal organs were damaged and that there was no way to recover from such injuries. The only difference was whether he would die sooner or later.

The reason why the word "untouchable" was used was simply to make the young man on the opposite side named Nolan Logan reveal his flaws due to his emotional excitement, and fight with the other party to death before he died.

Three meters in front of the sturdy man, a young man with black hair and black eyes and a broken arm looked pale, as if he had lost too much blood.

Because his left arm was smashed into a pulp, Nolan Logan's movements were obviously much slower, but he remained alert. However, he was unforgiving and arrogant, and said, "A million dollars cannot buy my happiness!"

"What's more, the couple you called 'untouchables' were the benefactors who gave me a mouthful of hot porridge when I wandered to this place, starving and cold, and had nowhere to go."

"I originally planned to concentrate on my training, and when I became the strongest in the world and won the title of [Sword Master], I would return home in glory and let them live a life of luxury for the rest of their lives."

"It's just that I didn't expect..."

At this point, the young man frowned and glanced at the burly man: "They were smashed into pulp by you just because of the ridiculous reason of 'not kneeling in time'."

When the sturdy man heard this, an incredible expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Although revenge for a benefactor, risking one's own future and even life, does have some of the flavor of ancient chivalry, but...

Nolan Logan is not much stronger than himself!

Just because I gave you a meal, you come and fight with me?

"Hello!"

Nolan Logan's sharp eyes were fixed on the sturdy man, and he kept a relatively safe distance from him. He tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and without caring whether there were any bacteria or viruses, he roughly wrapped it around the broken arm and forcibly stopped the bleeding: "A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water - you haven't heard of this saying, right?"

"This is the cultural difference and the world generation gap."

Hearing this, the strong man was upset.

"A hero..."

The blond man wavered for a moment at the idea of   dying together with the young man.

"No! This little devil must be killed! Even if it means death, he must pay the price!"

The sturdy man, whose thoughts were in a mess, suddenly looked stern and reaffirmed his murderous intent.

He was about to take action when he felt an alarm bell ringing in his heart. He only had time to pull the heavy sword out of the mud when he saw a flash of black light before his eyes.

Whoosh!

The sword blade attacks, and the cold front rages!

The sturdy man only felt a chill in his throat, and his whole body became light, and then he fell into an eternal sleep.

"Huh...Finally got rid of this guy!"

Looking at the headless body of the sturdy man, Nolan Logan kicked the head with its eyes open away, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed to the ground with a thud, in an ungraceful manner.

"Hiss! It hurts! So this is what it feels like to break an arm! Interesting..."

Nolan Logan's handsome face looked like a consumptive patient who had been holding a medicine jar all year round due to excessive blood loss. Even breathing was difficult for him, and people were worried that he might die suddenly at any time.

"I can't sleep! This place is not safe!"

The boy gnashed his teeth until they made a clacking sound. He rolled on the ground like a carp that had come ashore. After struggling for a while, he was covered in mud and blood before he barely stood up. "It's almost daytime. If I pass out here, I'll most likely be killed by those monsters."

"There is more fun to be had when you are alive!"

After looking around and making some observations, Nolan Logan took heavy steps and slowly moved towards the passenger room in the southwest.

One step, three steps, five steps...

Closer and closer!

While seriously injured, Nolan Logan took the most difficult fifty steps in his life.

Finally, he came to the wing room and pushed the big bed with his one arm and body to block the door.

After re-bandaging his wound, Nolan Logan lost consciousness almost as soon as his head touched the jade pillow.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the sky is full of stars.

The next day, Nolan Logan, who had been lying in bed for almost a whole day, finally woke up from a state that was either a coma or a deep sleep.

The hard and brittle blood scabs on the body feel very uncomfortable to touch.

The strong smell of blood lingering between the nostrils is even more nauseating.

"The wound must be cleaned as soon as possible to avoid infection!"

Nolan Logan subconsciously wanted to stretch out his left hand, but he grabbed nothing - after the battle just now, he had lost his left arm, but... personal habits would take some time to correct.

He used his remaining right hand to take out the cowhide water bag he was carrying, gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, and washed the blood from the broken arm with a frown. Only then did Nolan Logan relax a little.

Although he had no appetite, he still took off the homemade dry food sewn into the lining of his shirt, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it bit by bit.

The dried meat mixed with salt and sugar is not very delicious because it has been soaked in blood and sweat, but it is the most convenient nutritional supplement at the moment. It can quickly replenish the electrolytes, protein and calories that one needs.

"Now, it is the post-war review phase."

Glancing at his empty left arm, Nolan Logan raised his eyebrows: "I have become a one-armed warrior..."

"The downside is that I lost an arm, and because of the incomplete limb and the loss of Qi and blood, my martial arts training speed will be much slower in the future."

"If you encounter a strong enemy next time, there is no need to confront him head-on."

"Using crossbows, poisoning, setting traps, throwing lime on faces, all are possible. I was a little stubborn before."

"However, it is not too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost! Once it is safe, I can find a way to increase my training speed and make up for my shortcomings! In fact, in this world where swordsmanship is profound, even regenerating a broken arm may not be impossible!"

However...

The strong feeling of weakness and uncertain future brought by losing an arm did not make Nolan Logan depressed. Instead, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The good thing is that I avenged my younger brother Ethan and his wife."

does it worth?

value!

People who practice martial arts aim to have an idea answered!

If you are always timid and hesitant and try to only do things in a compromise way, it would be better not to practice sword in the first place!

When I first came to this world where swordsmanship is supreme, it was the coldest time of the year. I was unfamiliar with the place and couldn't speak the language. If it weren't for the newlyweds Mr. and Mrs. Ethan who kindly took me in, I would probably have frozen to death on the first day of my time travel.

Although I lost an arm, I don't regret it!

One should live with a clear conscience!

Nolan Logan, whose thoughts were boiling, suddenly felt a burning sensation in his heart.

next moment...

A stream of hot air flowed along the heart and suddenly spread to every part of the body.

Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

A sound like beating a drum came from the chest, and a mysterious force evolved out of thin air from the dantian below the lower abdomen, infiltrating and nourishing every cell in the body.

"This... Is this... the legendary [True Sword Skill] realm?"

Nolan Logan's eyes widened, and he clenched his right fist. The feeling of weakness was swept away, and replaced by seemingly inexhaustible energy: "It's absolutely right!"

"Real supernatural power! Hahahahaha!"

The one-armed boy with black hair and black eyes laughed wildly, turned his right hand over and spread out his palm.

His mind moved slightly, and a ball of inky black flame emerged from his fingertips, flickering.

"This is just the beginning. This is the first step in a long journey! Nolan Logan, you must not become complacent!"

"Weakness is never an obstacle to survival, but arrogance is! If one day I think that I am 'strong enough and don't need to improve myself', then I will be on the way to death!"

Just as the boy was silently warning himself not to get too cocky because of his newly acquired mysterious power, he suddenly discovered...

The extraordinary power that has just been nurtured is being consumed at the speed of light and gathered at one point!

"Um?"

There was no time to stop them before they solidified into a pitch-black symbol of an inverted 8 on the back of the right hand, representing "infinity".

After confirming again and again that the [True Seed of Sword Skills] he had just produced had not completely disappeared and was slowly recovering, Nolan Logan focused his attention on the mysterious symbol.

boom!

After a moment of distraction, a strange look appeared on Wu Zi's lacquer face.

"It turns out I have a golden finger."

"My talent will only be awakened when I truly embark on the path of transcendence..."

"【Great Divine Power·Destiny】!"

After understanding the function of this talent, four large golden words emerged in Nolan Logan's mind.

"Lord God, activate!"

Hehehehe! Set sail!