Chapter 2301: Little Zhizhi (1)

“The wind is bleak, the water is cold; once the hero is gone, he will never return… return… return…” In the

bumpy carriage, the handsome boy was holding a rice straw in the corner of his mouth and swinging his

legs leisurely as he wiped the heavy sword in his hand.

“Little Zhizhi, what do you mean by that?” The dwarf, who was driving the carriage, poked out his head

and looked at some leisurely teenager.

The teenager looked at the heavy sword in his hand and replied with a smile, “I also don’t know. This is a

sentence that one of my friends once said. Maybe being brave enough to sacrice one’s life.”

“You humans are so interesting; sacricing one’s life can be expressed in such a way.” The dwarf wrinkled

his nose. For the straightforward dwarves, the human sentences were similar to those of the Heavenly

Book.

“Who knows. Maybe there will be one day I have to sacrice my life and die.” The teenager thoughtlessly

smiled.

“Little Zhizhi! You won’t die. Master said that you are the most talented swordsman he has ever seen.

Even among the dwarves, only a few can match your talent.” The dwarf opened his mouth seriously, for

he also carried a small heavy sword by his side. In the Storm Continent, where mechanical puppets were

widely used, few dwarves insisted on using heavy swords as weapons; more often, carrying such swords

was just a habit. Although their swordsmanship was still the same, it was somewhat lacking when

compared with their peak period.

“That’s you dwarves being lazy. Just how domineering is it to wield a sword, yet you have to put yourself in

a machine like that. Although the mechanical puppet is powerful, it is an external force after all. It is better

to practice your own skills, something you will never lose.” The teenager pursed his lips. He traveled

thousands of miles from the Radiance Continent to Storm Continent to further learn swordsmanship from

dwarves who were good at swords, but unexpectedly, swordsmanship on this side of the Storm Continent

had been gradually replaced by alchemy products such as mechanical puppets. Fortunately, he was

brought to Storm Continent by a dwarf who was a master swordsman that insisted on practicing

swordsmanship. In the tribe of this master, the dwarves still adhered to the oldest swordsmanship

training; he had not made his trip in vain.

This man who traveled across the ocean to come to Storm Continent none other than Tang Nazhi, a

member of Phantom.

At rst, the members of Phantom were scattered everywhere to train themselves, and Tang Nazhi was the

only one who stayed in the Barren Land. Every time he saw the familiar plants and trees of The Rising Sun

City, he recalled the scene when they were all still present and missed his companions who had been

scattered to the other continents.

It wasn’t until a group of dwarves visited The Rising Sun City that Tang Nazhi also gave birth to the idea to

hone his own skills, and thus he left the Barren Land to Du Lang and Uncle Jiu, and followed the dwarves

to the Storm Continent.

Tang Nazhi’s character, among the members of Phantom, was the most frank and straightforward, which

was very similar to the character of the dwarves. After coming to the Storm Continent, Tang Nazhi had

seen a lot of patterns in how the dwarves got along with each other and suddenly felt that, compared with

the dwarves, he was still too tactful.

“Don’t you humans have a saying that each person has their own aspirations? We dwarves are too small,

and it’s easy to lose in the face of a big opponent; that’s why we rely on mechanical puppets, but our

swordsmanship is also good.” The dwarf proudly stuck out his chest as his sense of honor exploded at

this moment.

“I know that much. By the way, do you know what Mumu Fan is in such a hurry about, to summon me to

the capital city?” Tang Nazhi asked.

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