Framed

"Yang Xiong! You son of a bitch, you broke the rules of martial arts!"

Amidst the roar, a young man angrily got up, but in the next instant, a sharp pain erupted from his body, causing him to collapse back to the ground.

"Ye Cang, calm down, calm down!"

As he spoke, a middle-aged man in black armor pushed him down and simultaneously plunged a syringe he was holding into the young man's body.

The intense pain flared up again, making the young man's face contort.

But soon, a cool sensation spread from where the needle had entered, traveling throughout his body in mere moments, and the sharp pain gradually subsided.

"You, you are..."

Looking at the figure pinning him down, Ye Cang's mind was filled with confusion, but his expression quickly changed, and he struggled to get up.

However, after struggling for a few moments, the other figure didn't budge, seemingly possessing immense strength that held him firmly in place.

"Ye Cang, don't move. You were hit in the head by a Blood-patterned Hound's attack. I've already injected you with a healing agent; you'll be fine in a bit."

Through hazy words, Ye Cang felt his head throbbing with intense pain.

Scenes flashed through his mind like a carousel, imprinting themselves into his memory.

"Year 2112, the Gray Mist outbreak..."

"The land was enveloped, flora and fauna mutated, and humans began to evolve..."

"Year 2118, King-level Evolvers appeared one after another, establishing King Cities to shelter the remaining humans."

"This is..."

"Year 2168, Huaxia Nation, the Fourth King City, Vermilion Bird King City, the seventh affiliated defense city, Crimson Cloud City, the Wilderness Zone..."

"Warriors..."

As a flood of memories surged, Ye Cang's heart gradually filled with shock.

"I didn't die, and I've even transmigrated to a world similar to Blue Star."

"But it seems to be in a post-apocalyptic future."

He felt a sense of uncertainty.

But the continuous influx of memories couldn't be faked.

However, even though he was still Ye Cang, his identity was completely different.

The Ye Cang of this world was merely an ordinary member of the Rock Mountain Squad. After graduating high school without getting into university, he could only join a squad that hunted ferocious beasts, living on the edge of life and death, with no guarantee of survival.

In his previous world, he was the complete opposite.

It was a world similar to Blue Star, but he was the last successor of the ancient martial arts lineage, the inheritor of the Blood Shadow Flow Killing Sword Art, and the one who had cultivated it to its peak.

It was a specialized sword art for killing, pursuing a one-hit kill, arguably the pinnacle of sword-based cold weapon techniques.

He had practiced this sword art for seventeen years, and at the young age of twenty-three, he stood at the pinnacle of the sword dao in Huaxia Nation, defeating numerous so-called renowned sword masters and earning the title of Sword Dao Grandmaster.

Later, in search of a method to break through his limits, he challenged Yang Xiong, another Gun Dao Grandmaster from Huaxia Nation. The two engaged in a fierce battle, and in the end, he successfully defeated Yang Xiong.

It could be said that he had reached the zenith of the ancient martial arts path in Huaxia Nation.

But after the battle, on the car ride home, he fell asleep from exhaustion.

But he had been betrayed!

When he woke up, he had been brought to a secluded alley.

As he was wondering what was happening, the muzzle of a dark gun was pressed against his forehead.

Bang!

The saying holds true!

Within seven steps, a gun is fast and accurate!

Ye Cang felt a deep sense of emotion. Even though he had reached the so-called pinnacle of the sword dao, he met his end swiftly and cleanly against "American quick draw."

However, in his last lingering gaze, he recognized the person who had done it: Yang Xiong, the Gun Dao Grandmaster he had defeated that day.

"As expected of a Gun Dao Grandmaster, damn it, I was careless!"

"Yang Xiong, you damnable wretch, if I don't skin you alive when I get back, my name isn't Ye."

At this moment, his hatred for Yang Xiong reached its peak.

But soon, his gaze fell upon the unfamiliar world before him, and his enraged emotions gradually calmed down.

Compared to revenge, Ye Cang felt that he should now focus on how to survive in this world.

Beside him.

Seeing that he had calmed down, the man holding him released his grip and asked in a low voice.

"Ye Cang, are you feeling any better?"

Hearing the voice, Ye Cang looked at the burly man in front of him.

This person was Lin Yan, the captain of the Rock Mountain Squad. According to his memories, he was a Warrior.

They are the most transcendent group among humanity currently.

They clear the Gray Mist, resist ferocious beasts, and protect ordinary people.

They hold a lofty status in society!

"Captain, the ferocious beast materials have been processed!"

At this moment, someone beside him approached, looking down at Ye Cang.

"How is it, can you still move?"

He asked with some concern.

The five members of the team had already formed combat synergy. If Ye Cang were to get into trouble alone, the team's earnings would be greatly reduced for a period of time.

"I'm fine!"

Ye Cang shook his head slightly and slowly stood up.

At this moment, he felt all the pain in his body disappear.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly at how amazing this healing potion was, managing to heal his body in just a few minutes.

"Good, since you're fine, let's pack up and prepare to return. We'll come back after we've recovered!"

After glancing at Ye Cang, Lin Yan looked at the other three. Their faces were also full of exhaustion.

After packing their things, everyone prepared to set off. Ye Cang picked up the weapon from the ground.

Just like his habits, Ye Cang in this world also used a long sword, about four feet long, but the material far surpassed the long swords he used in his previous life.

Looking at the people who were already moving, Ye Cang looked around and found that he could only see about twenty meters clearly.

Further in the distance was a hazy gray mist, which looked eerie and terrifying.

"Is this the place covered by the Gray Mist?"

Ye Cang's heart stirred.

Then, he turned his gaze to the monster that the original body had killed before dying.

It was a hound-like monster about 1.5 meters tall!

Its body was smooth and hairless, but strange blood-red patterns coiled around its body.

A Blood-patterned Hound!

It was the most common mutated ferocious beast affected by the Gray Mist.

Its strength was that of a high-level ferocious beast, but its combat power was enough to rival a Quasi-Warrior.

However, the combat power of this body was only at the intermediate Martial Disciple level.

Although he had pierced the Blood-patterned Hound's head with a sword at a critical moment, the Blood-patterned Hound's claw had also taken his life.

In this world.

After the Gray Mist erupted, over decades, the strength of evolved individuals had also been clearly divided into levels.

The weakest were Martial Disciples, divided into beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels.

But even a beginner Martial Disciple had an average punching power of 300 kilograms, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Above them were the Warrior realm, who could absorb the mysterious cosmic energy to cultivate and were very powerful.

In the team he was in, only Lin Yan was a Warrior.

Ye Cang glanced at the Blood-patterned Hound and sighed inwardly at the impermanence of life.

Just as he was about to leave, a stream of cyan energy floated out from the corpse of the Blood-patterned Hound and instantly rushed into his body.

"What is that!"

Ye Cang was immediately startled. If he was unlucky again right after transmigrating, it would truly be the worst.

But the next moment, a light blue screen appeared before his eyes.

[Ye Cang]

[Spirit: 1.8(+)]

[Strength: 5.5(+)]

[Combat Skills: Blood Shadow Flow Killing Sword Art (Mastered 1/100), Stinger Sword Technique (Basic 23/30)]

[Life Energy: 1]

"This is..."

"A system?"

Ye Cang looked surprised.

Although he had practiced swordsmanship diligently before, he had also read many novels in his spare time.

He naturally knew what this was.

Unconsciously, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

"The cheat has arrived!"