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
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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.