Chapter 009: Today, I, Gu Da, will teach you how to be a person

The long-handled weapon in hand is heavily propped against the ground

Zhao Li barely had time to react, dispersing the dreamlike illusion of this BOSS

Accompanied by a violent sound that tears through the air

Zhao Li perceived from the scroll in his hand that Ji Xin had not been harmed; it was merely akin to having a nightmare, without even the torment of the mind. After waking from the dream, the trauma caused by the nightmare would gradually fade away

He has witnessed the giant warriors of the indigenous tribes with his own eyes

The damage range of the axe blade, or rather the war spear, instantly expands forward

East ... ... spit

In the face of an opponent whose details are unknown, this is a prudent response

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed, as the armor plates clashed against each other, producing a chilling noise.

Zhao Li nodded and said, "Good, the child is teachable"

The content of that book appeared directly for more than three pages, which indeed seems effective; however, there are only three breaths at a time, and the duration is too short to manifest more.

The part of the war spear that resembles an axe blade seems like a waning moon, striking down heavily.

After a brief pause, he suddenly swung downwards in a sweeping arc.

In the next moment, the cold blade, with the overwhelming force capable of splitting mountains, was fiercely struck down from the hands of the four-meter-tall giant.

He let out a slight sigh, then turned his gaze towards the painting.

Ji Xin gritted her teeth and said, "I still want to give it a try..."

Ji Xin even noticed that his movements paused slightly

The bronze knife was shattered, with the handle connected to half of the blade, and it was thrust into the ground with a clang.

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Beside him, Zhao Li appeared calm and composed, yet felt a slight unease in his heart, uncertain whether this BOSS, who was known for being a new instructor, could handle the current situation with Ji Xin.

Zhao Li had a somewhat peculiar expression on his face

Thus, under the ancient instructor, even if Ji Xin were to be fierce, he could only withstand three strikes

Is the old instructor really that strong

Ji Xin gritted his teeth, his heart racing faster and faster. Just as he was on the verge of charging forward, the weapon in the hands of the 'Giant Spirit God', resembling a long-handled broad axe, was suddenly raised, shifting from a one-handed grip to a two-handed grip, one hand above and the other below, and then lifted up.

Ji Xin's heart was pounding wildly, and within, a constant roar urged her to move her body

That axe had heavily torn apart Ji Xin's body in the dream

Very strong

This is definitely a level of difficulty that you can handle

Even so, Zhao Li saw that his body was still trembling slightly.

Before Ji Xin, the blade light of the giant warrior that occupied his entire field of vision fell down, lingering and almost obscuring everything

That is an oppression and dominance of a level that can be described as crushing and ravaging

At the moment the axe blade struck the ground, the wrist twisted, and the edge was suddenly raised in a V-shaped trajectory, fierce and brutal, instantly inflicting a second injury on Ji Xin's body. Ji Xin was lifted upwards, having previously been able to kill Nangong Gang with a single blow, but now could only block three strikes before being forcefully overwhelmed, dissipating into pure white mist.

Oppressive

Ji Xin's body instinctively tensed up, his eyes fixed intently on the towering man in front of him. His muscles were tightly coiled, and his steps were silent as he subconsciously adjusted his posture in response to the movements of the imposing warrior.

He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the knife in his hand

The weapon in hand has been stained with the blood of countless challengers. Many have failed; will you be the next?

That was a terrifying speed that even Zhao Li could hardly react to. Due to the immense power, the axe blade emitted a sound akin to a howling rush through the air, causing a slight distortion in the atmosphere

However, there should be no problem...

His father was the martial king who personally led the army to campaign against the Xidi, and his uncle was a general appointed by the sovereign of the upper state.

The vigorous energy tore through, stirring the clouds and mist, towering and grand, complemented by the淡金色 armor on his body, truly evoking a sense of the 'Giant Spirit God'. This series of actions left Zhao Li, who was nearby, almost dumbfounded.

Ji Xin was unaware of Zhao Li's concerns. Holding a knife in his hand, he wore a face full of vigilance as he looked at the seemingly still moving body of the towering warrior. Just moments ago, when it was half-kneeling on the ground, the 'Giant Spirit God' was already significantly taller than him. Now, fully standing, the overwhelming sense of pressure emanating from that massive body nearly made his scalp tingle

He is a prince of the Kingdom of Tiangan, yet he is not a typical dandy in the conventional sense

Meanwhile, the menacing giant axe was retracted at an incredible speed, raised high.

The pure white spiral sword lay aside, slowly dissipating into starlight and ascending into the sky, vanishing from sight. The 'Giant Spirit God' gripped a massive axe and took a step forward. Ji Xin gritted his teeth, instinctively stepping back to create distance, with the bronze knife raised in front of him.

The tall warrior approached, neither hurried nor slow, yet the sense of oppression grew stronger.

Like a large cat, agile and light, it is also the footsteps of the tiger and the cheetah in the darkness

Approximately three breaths later, the clouds gathered and dispersed, and Ji Xin reappeared in this pure white space. As soon as he appeared, he directly half-knelt on the ground out of fear, one hand covering his heart, the other hand gripping the ground tightly, his eyes wide open, and his breathing heavy and rapid.

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However, that last blow was truly severe, and he could hardly exert any strength with his body

The Giant Spirit's actions came to a halt, gradually returning to a standing position

His entire body rolled backward, he was a human, not a data entity unaware of pain and fatigue. Such immense force shook his insides, causing his blood and energy to surge, making it almost impossible for him to exert strength for a moment. He felt dizzy and disoriented, clearly in a dream, yet experiencing immense suffering

Once again, I charged towards the towering and majestic 'Giant Spirit God' standing ahead.

The bronze knife in Ji Xin's hand was directly shattered.

It is said that due to the nature of memory, the dream space cannot distinguish between the game and reality. Generally, new characters are unable to withstand much when facing this newcomer who dissuades them. Therefore, the dream space brought Ji Xin into the player character and proportionally enhanced the ancient instructor.

Execution

Absolutely not

Those warriors, barefoot and wielding great axes or battle spears, possess immense strength, requiring chains forged from wrought iron and sixty valiant soldiers to bind their hands and feet. I have also witnessed generals traversing the battlefield, their oppressive presence and the scent of blood sufficient to make an ordinary person tremble.

In the realm of dreams, Ji Xin's fear was soothed and gradually faded away

Zhao Li fell silent for a moment, looked at Ji Xin, and spoke slowly

The giant spirit's palm, gripping the long handle, slid back.

In this situation, such slow and sluggish movements carry an air of indifferent nonchalance, akin to a heavy sword without an edge, a composure that only the victor is able to enjoy

However, none can be compared to the 'Giant Spirit God' before us

The menacing and brutal axe blade almost rose above shoulder height

Ji Xin's heart nearly stopped beating. No matter what, facing such a monster, over four meters tall, clad in armor, wielding such a brutal weapon, instinctive fear compelled him to instinctively retreat backward.