Cocoon Breaking

He was tall and powerfully built, his muscles like slabs of iron embedded all over his body, striking fear into anyone who looked at him.

The youth considered himself well-trained, with no shortage of muscle, but compared to the fierce man who had burst from the cocoon, they were not even in the same league.

His black hair cascaded down over his shoulders. His features were hard and resolute, as though carved by knives and hewn with axes—unyielding, bold, fierce, and domineering. Perhaps he was not especially handsome, but he possessed the proud, towering spirit of a valiant man.

His thick right hand gripped a snow-bright saber, exquisitely shaped like a work of art. It seemed fused with his entire body, bizarre yet brimming with a sacred air.

Of course, what embarrassed the father and son most was that the instant this man appeared, a bone-cutting sensation lingered in their hearts. Their chests felt heavy, as if something terrifying were about to happen.

"Dad, th-this... this thing inside the cocoon seems to be a person, not a monster. Look at the saber in his hand—he must be an incredibly skilled master. If I could take him as my teacher, it would definitely be far better than learning those fancy but useless moves from Limp Liu."

Seeing that the fierce man still stood in place with his eyes tightly shut and his saber in hand, the youth swallowed and spoke excitedly.

A strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart. The man before him might become the benefactor who changed the fate of his entire life. He had to gamble on this opportunity.

He had truly had enough of the fishing village's poverty, of its life as bland as still water. He had never been one to resign himself to mediocrity. Whenever