I transmigrated, and my father was dead from the start, killed with a single slash by Tian Boguang.
Report it to the authorities? The county office wouldn't take the case. Want revenge? I couldn't beat him.
Everyone thought I'd chickened out.
I really had.
I hid in a pocket dimension, farming and raising ducks. Five years outside, a hundred and fifty years inside.
My lifespan was frozen, the spiritual spring could replicate every technique, and my martial arts grew on their own.
The day I came out of seclusion, I crippled Tian Boguang's dantian, severed the tendons in his hands and feet, and tossed him into a beggars' den.
Dongfang Bubai came looking for me. A girl beside me hefted a purple-gold hammer and swung it:
“Eighty!”
Dongfang Bubai was unconscious for three days.
When Murong Longcheng made his move, she finished him off with another blow.
“Eighty, ”
A Grandmaster, gone on the spot.
Later, I took my people to Japan.
Not one of the ones who deserved to die was spared.
The people of the martial world say I'm a Grandmaster.
I say I'm just a farmer.
Intellectual like a toddler
Mark it.
That Liu Qu doesn't deserve this treatment, it's better to let the one who wants to help with revenge come.
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When I read the introduction, I thought I was really stubborn, but then I saw the pig's feet and I immediately went to waste.
I was really impressed by what I saw at the beginning and it got worse as it went on. I had doubts about how it was written.
The protagonist is like a fool