Black Region Great Plains

The Black Corner Region, a notorious dark territory on the Dou Qi Continent. Originally, it was just a region with peculiar geology. Situated at the junction of several major imperial powers, it was once a place where wars would erupt from time to time. However, at some point, fugitive powerhouses from across the continent found their way here, settling in this chaotic land.

Thus, these fugitive powerhouses, under assumed names, established their own factions and created the most savage rules. Every moment, blood was shed and lives were lost here.

There is another legend about the Black Corner Region. It is said that this place was once lush with greenery, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Then, one day, a seven-colored fireball shot up into the sky. The fireball's radiance rivaled the sun. Under its illumination, the forest was instantly incinerated, and the terrifying heat from the fireball turned the ground into scorched blackness, resembling a mirror. From then on, for ten thousand years, nothing grew in this land. The name "Black Corner Region" is said to have originated from this event.

"Should I go in?"

A boy in water-blue robes, riding a yellow-maned horse, gazed at the endless black plain before him.

The black plain looked as if it had been dyed with ink. It also resembled a ferocious beast, its bloody maw agape, ready to swallow any intruder who dared to enter the Black Corner Region.

After traveling non-stop, Hun Han finally arrived at the renowned Black Region Great Plain. However, as he was about to enter, Hun Han felt a pang of worry. This was understandable, as he was still just a child, with a cultivation of only a two-star Fighter.

Indeed, after condensing his Fighting Qi vortex, Hun Han's cultivation was not that of a one-star Fighter, but a two-star Fighter. The reason for this was a certain Pill. With the Pill's help, Hun Han managed to condense a Fighting Qi vortex in his dantian, and his cultivation directly broke through to the two-star realm.

"Since I've come this far, there's no way I'm turning back. Fine, Black Corner Region, I have the vision of God. I don't believe you can become my burial ground!"

Hun Han squeezed his legs, tightly gripping the reins and whipping the horse's hindquarters. The startled yellow-maned horse kicked up a cloud of black dust, darting like an arrow into the boundless Black Region Great Plain.

"This place is really quite oppressive!"

Weaving through the Black Region Great Plain, Hun Han sat atop his yellow-maned horse, consulting a map. The map was crude, lacking precise routes into the Black Region Great Plain.

"It seems I'll have to enter a small town to buy a local map!" Hun Han thought to himself.

The world that met his eyes was nothing but darkness. Staying in a place like this for too long could weigh heavily on one's mood.

"Eh, someone up ahead!"

In front of Hun Han, a group of people could be vaguely seen.

"It's a merchant caravan! Haha, that's great. With a caravan leading the way, I'm sure I can safely traverse the Black Region Great Plain and successfully enter the Black Corner Region!"

Hun Han's heart leaped with joy. He whipped his horse a few times, and soon arrived before the merchant caravan.

The caravan had quite a few people, over thirty in total. Upon seeing Hun Han approach, they all gripped their sword hilts, staring intently at him.

Hun Han said amicably, "Everyone, may I travel with you? I'll leave once we've crossed the Black Region Great Plain."

Upon hearing this, the merchant caravan did not lower their guard.

A middle-aged man emerged from the caravan, scrutinizing Hun Han with a glint in his eyes. "Just you alone?"

Hun Han nodded. "Yes."

The middle-aged man looked behind Hun Han, seeing no one following him. As Hun Han was only a six-year-old child, he asked again, "Child, where are you from, and what's your name?"

Hun Han replied, "My name is Han Hun. I ran away from home. I'm from... hmm, the Gamma Empire!"

The middle-aged man looked surprised. "The Gamma Empire?"

Hun Han nodded. "What, is there a problem?"

"No problem, of course not! Hahaha, child, you ran away from home, you must have brought quite a bit of money with you, right?" The middle-aged man smiled sinisterly, his gaze chilling.

"Uh!"

Hun Han's heart tightened. He scanned the others, noticing the wolf-like avarice in their eyes.

"Black Bandits!"

Hun Han blinked slightly, finally noticing their attire. They were all dressed in black. In the Black Region Great Plain, there was a term that struck fear into the hearts of countless merchants: Black Bandits.

Black Bandits, as the name suggested, were bandits of the Black Region Great Plain. In other words, they were robbers.

Upon closer inspection, Hun Han noticed specks of red on the carriages. The red was fresh, and as a faint breeze blew, he could even smell a hint of blood.

These bandits had likely just robbed another merchant caravan. These carriages and goods must have belonged to that caravan.

Hun Han inwardly gasped. Could he be this unlucky? To run into bandits wherever he went!

"That's right, you've got some sharp eyes."

The middle-aged man drew his long sword, pointing it directly at Hun Han, and grinned. "Little brat, you haven't even finished growing up and you're running around in our Black Region Great Plain. Now, I'm going to teach you a rule of the Black Corner Region: don't enter the Black Region Great Plain without an adult. Hurry up, hand over everything you have – money, weapons, or anything else. If I'm in a good mood, I might just leave you with one arm as a lesson for today!"

Hun Han inwardly gasped. They were indeed Black Bandits.

At this moment, Hun Han realized he had made a serious mistake. In the Black Corner Region, one should never let anyone see through their background or origin. There were no good people here.

"Third Brother, stop wasting your breath! He has a Storage Ring on him. All his treasures must be inside. Kill him and take his Storage Ring!" someone ordered.

"Alright!" the Black Bandit responded. He stepped forward, sword in hand, and without further ado, swung it viciously towards Hun Han's neck, his attack swift and ruthless.

Black Tier Intermediate Movement Technique: Netherworld Ghost Shadow

As expected, the Black Bandit's sword passed through where Hun Han's neck had been. However, it met no resistance.

The next second, a figure materialized beside the Black Bandit. A fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, landed on his body.

Overlord Fist

Terrifying power erupted instantly. Faintly, ten hidden forces exploded simultaneously. The immense impact sent the Black Bandit crashing to the ground, motionless.

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