"Yang Xiong! You son of a bitch, you have no honor!"
Amid the furious roar, a young man sprang to his feet. But the next instant, a violent pain shot through his body, and he collapsed back onto the ground.
"Ye Cang, stay calm. Stay calm!"
As he spoke, a middle-aged man in black armor pinned him back down and jabbed a syringe straight into the young man's body.
The pain erupted again, making the young man's face twitch.
But soon, a cool sensation spread from the spot where the needle had gone in. In just a few seconds, it coursed through his whole body, and the intense pain gradually faded with it.
"You—you are..."
Staring at the figure holding him down, Ye Cang was filled with confusion. But his expression soon changed, and he hurriedly struggled to get up.
Yet after several seconds of struggling, the other man's figure hadn't budged. His hand seemed to weigh a thousand jun, holding Ye Cang firmly in place.
"Ye Cang, don't move. The Blood-patterned Hound's attack injured your head. I've already injected you with a healing agent. You'll be fine after a little rest."
Through the hazy sound of the man's voice, Ye Cang felt his head throb with intense pain.
Scene after scene flashed through his mind like a lantern spinning, etching themselves into his memory.
"2112. The gray fog erupted..."
"The lands it covered saw plants and animals mutate, and humanity began to evolve..."
"2118. King-level Evolvers began to emerge one after another, establishing King Cities to shelter the surviving humans."
"This is..."
"2168. Huaxia Nation, the fourth King City, Vermilion Bird King City. The seventh satellite city, Crimson Cloud City. The Wilderness Zone..."
"Warriors..."
A flood of memories came surging in, and Ye Cang grew increasingly shocked.
I actually survived, and even crossed over to a world similar to Blue Star.
But this place seems to be in the midst of a future apocalypse.
He wasn't entirely sure.
But the memories pouring into his mind couldn't be false.
Though he was still Ye Cang, his identity was completely different.
In this world, Ye Cang was just an ordinary member of the Rock Mountain Squad. After graduating from high school, he hadn't gotten into college, so he'd had no choice but to join a squad that hunted vicious beasts. He'd spent his days teetering on the brink of death, never knowing if he'd live to see the next.
In his previous world, however, things had been the complete opposite.
It had also been a world like Blue Star's, but he was the last inheritor of an ancient martial arts lineage, the final successor of the Blood Shadow Flow Killing Sword Art—and the one who had mastered it to its peak.
This was a sword art designed specifically for killing. It pursued a single, fatal strike and could be called the pinnacle of swordsmanship with bladed weapons.
He had practiced this sword art for seventeen years. At just twenty-three, he had reached the peak of swordsmanship in Huaxia Nation, defeating countless so-called master swordsmen and earning the title of Sword Dao Grandmaster.
Later, in search of a way to break through his limits, he had challenged Yang Xiong, another Gun Dao Grandmaster from Huaxia Nation. They had fought fiercely, and in the end, he had defeated Yang Xiong.
He could be said to have reached the pinnacle of ancient martial arts in Huaxia Nation.
But after the fight, he had fallen asleep from exhaustion in the car taking him home.
He'd been betrayed!
When he woke, he had already been taken to a remote alley.
As he was still wondering what was going on, the dark muzzle of a gun had already been pressed against his forehead.
Bang!
The old saying hadn't lied!
Within seven steps, a gun was both faster and surer!
Ye Cang felt deeply moved. Even though he had reached the so-called peak of swordsmanship, he'd still gone down quick and clean in the face of "American quick-draw."
But with the last of his vision, he had recognized the man: the Gun Dao Grandmaster Yang Xiong, whom he had defeated in that day's fight.
"Figures a Gun Dao Grandmaster would do this. Damn it, I let my guard down!"
"Yang Xiong, you bastard! When I get back, if I don't rip your skin off while you're still alive, then I don't deserve the name Ye!"
At that moment, his hatred for Yang Xiong had reached its peak.
But soon, as his gaze caught the unfamiliar world around him, his fury gradually calmed.
Compared to seeking revenge, Ye Cang felt he should focus on figuring out how to survive in this world.
Nearby.
Seeing that Ye Cang had settled down, the man holding him released his grip and asked in a low voice,
"Ye Cang, are you feeling any better?"
Hearing him, Ye Cang looked at the burly man before him.
This man was Lin Yan, captain of the Rock Mountain Squad. From what he remembered, he was a Warrior.
Warriors were the most exalted group among humanity at present.
They opened up the gray fog, resisted vicious beasts, and sheltered ordinary people.
They held lofty positions in society!
"Captain, we've finished processing the beast materials!"
Just then, someone came over from the side and looked down at Ye Cang.
"How are you? Can you still move?"
He asked with some concern.
The squad's five members had developed a close rhythm in battle. If Ye Cang was out of commission, the squad's earnings would drop significantly for a while.
"I'm fine!"
Ye Cang gave a slight shake of his head and slowly stood up.
By now, the pain throughout his body had completely disappeared.
He couldn't help marveling at how effective the healing agent was. It had healed his body in just a few minutes.
"Good. Since you're fine, pack up. We're heading back. We'll come out again once we've recovered!"
After glancing at Ye Cang, Lin Yan looked at the other three. Their faces were all weary, too.
After packing up, the group prepared to set out. Ye Cang picked up the weapon on the ground.
Just like him, the Ye Cang of this world used a long sword, about four feet long, but made from material far superior to the one he'd used in his previous life.
Watching the group already on the move, Ye Cang looked around and found he could only make out the scenery within a little over twenty meters.
Farther away, the world was shrouded in gray fog, which looked dark and terrifying.
"So this is the land covered by the gray fog?"
Ye Cang's thoughts stirred.
Then he turned his gaze toward the monster his predecessor had slain before dying.
It was a hound-like monster about one and a half meters tall!
Its whole body was smooth and hairless, but strange blood-red markings wound around it.
A Blood-patterned Hound!
It was the most common mutated vicious beast caused by the gray fog.
It was a high-level vicious beast, but its combat strength was on par with a Quasi-Warrior.
This body's combat strength, meanwhile, was only at the intermediate Martial Disciple level.
Although he'd managed to stab the Blood-patterned Hound through the head with a sword at a critical moment, the hound's claw had taken his life all the same.
In this world,
over the decades since the gray fog erupted, Evolvers' strength had been divided into clear levels.
The weakest were Martial Disciples, divided into three levels: beginner, intermediate, and advanced.
Yet even a beginner Martial Disciple could punch with an average force of 300 kilograms, far beyond that of an ordinary person.
Above them were Warriors, who could absorb the mysterious energy of the universe to cultivate and were extremely powerful.
Lin Yan was the only Warrior in his squad.
Looking at the Blood-patterned Hound, Ye Cang sighed at how unpredictable life was.
He was just about to leave when a stream of green energy suddenly drifted out of the Blood-patterned Hound's corpse and shot straight into his body.
"What the hell was that?!"
Ye Cang's heart lurched. If he'd just crossed over only to get played again, then he'd be the unluckiest man alive.
But the next instant, a pale-blue screen appeared before his eyes.
[Ye Cang] [Spirit: 1.8(+)] [Strength: 5.5(+)] [Combat Skills: Blood Shadow Flow Killing Sword Art (Perfection 1/100), Stinger Sword Technique (Basic 23/30)] [Life Energy: 1]
"This is..."
"A system?"
Ye Cang looked astonished.
Though he had once devoted himself to practicing swordsmanship, he'd also read plenty of novels in his spare time.
He naturally knew what this was.
Without realizing it, a glimmer of delight appeared in his eyes.
"My cheat has arrived!"
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