No Bottlenecks! the Counterattack of the Warriors in Troubled Times

Name: No Bottlenecks! the Counterattack of the Warriors in Troubled Times
Author: Crossing The Moon Boat

by Crossing The Moon Boat

ongoing Xuanhuan Eastern Fantasy Male Lead

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52Kwords33chapters

Latest:

Ch. 33 — Dyefang Protector Fights Villains

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About This Novel

Buried in the charcoal ashes of Black Wind Ridge are countless innocent souls like stone roots. His father worked as a corvee forever, and his mother was blind and helpless. From the time he could remember, he learned to burn charcoal, dodge taxes, and was afraid of gangs - the Blackstone Gang's "Mountain God Offering" increased and increased, and Uncle Liu was beaten to death because he couldn't pay the money. There was no end to these days. Until that day, he found that his strength to chop wood with an ax became stronger day by day. No matter how long he walked, the soreness in his legs disappeared faster than others. It turns out that he has the [Qi Pulse: Accumulate small achievements, but the merit is not lost], there is no threshold for learning martial arts, and there is no bottleneck in practicing martial arts. Wherever the sweat drips, it is the time when the kung fu improves. But in troubled times there is no room for publicity. Shi Gen kept this secret while working as an apprentice in Ma Laoshuan's blacksmith shop, secretly learning the three hard skills of "chopping, breaking, and drilling"; while hiding his sharp edge, he temporarily avoided the oppression of the Black Stone Gang. He knows that only when you have a strong fist can you protect others, and only when you have strong strength can you dare to reason. From the charcoal shed to the county seat, from a poor boy who was being chased for debt to a martial artist who could take three punches, Shi Gen paved the way forward with sweat: if you swing a hundred more hammers today, you will have more confidence tomorrow; if you stand for an hour more tonight, you will have less fear tomorrow. He didn't ask for sainthood, he just wanted his mother to be able to warm herself to the fire, and he just wanted the charcoal workers in Heifeng Ridge to raise their heads and take a breather. This is a story in which there are no shortcuts, only a young man who uses the stupidest "diligence" to carve out a counterattack path in the most ruthless world.