I was once the best loser in the world, and even wild dogs at the entrance of the village could steal my steamed buns.
Faced with everyone's curses, I gritted my teeth and chose the stupidest practice method: swinging the knife ten thousand times a day.
My arms swelled like carrots on the first day, and I split a waterfall on the hundredth day.
Everyone laughed at me for being stupid, but little did they know that I could see the practice progress bar.
Until that day when the demon sect massacred the city, I slashed out with my sword, and the progress bar suddenly skyrocketed: "The peak of martial arts can be expected today!"
It turns out that what I wield is not a sword, but a way to kill gods.
