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Amidst the bustling crowd, two people, one young and one young, slowly walked over, while the older man continuously teased the surrounding girls. His handsome face and unique temperament made the young ladies' faces turn red, and they stopped to look back.

"I say, Little Feng'er, how many times have I emphasized this? Call me Third Brother outside, don't call me Third Uncle." Helplessly looking at the depressed boy, the man continued, "I'm teaching you how to live in this world, so just follow me. I guarantee it."

They were Xiao Tian Feng and third uncle, Xiao Chang Feng, who were out training. On the third day after Tianfeng chose his weapon, his grandfather, Xiao Ling, came to find him and told him that the true Heaven Ranked experiential learning would be carried out three years later, and the three years from now would be his free time.

After hearing the news, Third Uncle Xiao Zhangfeng brought him out on a tour without hesitation, saying that it was to increase his knowledge. This was the first day they had left the Xiao family.

"Oh? Someone was fighting. "Hehe, interesting. Come, let's go take a look." Just as he finished speaking, a hubbub in the distance entered his mind. He glanced at the unconvinced Tianfeng beside him, and with a mischievous smile, he rushed over.

The originally bustling street was now even more crowded because of the onlookers. Xiao Changfeng moved his body slightly and brought Tianfeng forward without any obstruction. That kind of explosive fight immediately became clear in everyone's eyes.

"Big Beard, you took the wrong medicine. I'm already apologizing to you, why aren't you letting me off?" Once again, they collided head on. A slightly thin and weak man explosively retreated. His face was gloomy as he glared at the burly man from Mazar.

Originally, he accidentally touched the big man Maza and was about to apologize, but he didn't expect the other party to not even give him a chance to speak and directly draw his blade to confront him. Even people would get angry, not to mention the mercenaries who had been in the realm of riots for a long time.

"Hehe, boy, you want to be so easy after provoking me?" He even thought that his opponent's strength was inferior to his, and was afraid of him. He looked at the crowd who were discussing animatedly at the side and laughed complacently: "I am in a good mood today, hand over your right hand."

Hand over your right hand? Wasn't this the same as completely destroying himself in this chaotic place? If I give in, can I really stay here? Everyone wanted their lives, right? That depends on if you have the ability.

The thin man's face turned completely black. "You are courting death. Do you really think that I am afraid of you?" With these words, his thin and weak body slightly trembled, and the aura of a mysterious master burst out. He then rushed towards the big man.

Looking at the thin and weak looking man, Maza felt his heart jump. He could not help but feel regret. He had originally thought that he was just a soft persimmon who would allow him to establish his power. He had not expected that the other party would actually hide his true strength. Taking a deep breath, Mazar quickly put away the contempt in his heart.

"Bang …" Once again, they collided with full force. Both of them retreated several meters, looking at each other with vigilance. When the steadier man heard the shouts of the surrounding audience, his rough face flushed red. The advantage in the fight that he had just been in vanished without a trace under the crazy attacks of his opponents. This was like giving him a resounding slap in front of everyone. For an arrogant man like him, this was intolerable.

Looking at the large man who had completely lost his mind, the thin man gritted his teeth and stabbed forward with his sword.

The two's strengths were about the same. Regardless of who fought against the other, they simply did not have the ability to protect themselves. And right now, the thin and frail looking man's best response was to gather all of his profound strength against the opponent. That would at least result in a lose-lose situation for both of them. If they tried to avoid it, there would be only death waiting for them. For a mercenary who had experienced hundreds of battles, that was a mistake that he absolutely could not make.

"Pfft …" "Pfft …"

Two deep cutting sounds rang out one after another as a thin and weak head was thrown into the air with a pillar of blood. The thin mercenary's headless body collapsed, while the Mazar fellow angrily stared at the sword that had pierced through his chest. With a howl of unwillingness, his body fell to the ground.

The surrounding audience did not show much of a reaction. Instead, they scattered in all directions, looking like they wanted to continue. Their mouths kept talking about the tragic battle just now. It seemed like they had another topic to discuss today.

Obviously, this kind of thing was quite common in this field. In this regard, rather than saying that they were ruthless, it could be said that they were already numb to it.

The crowd dispersed, and the two cold corpses and two swords reflecting the cold sunset gradually appeared on the lively street, telling everyone what had just happened.

Two people, one big and one small, stood beside the two cold corpses.

Looking at the small and delicate body of Tian Feng, which was trembling in fear, a surprised look flashed in Xiao Chang Feng's eyes. However, he immediately smiled in satisfaction: "Hehe, not bad. It looks like you didn't faint."

"Power first!" The so-called rules are all for the weak. " Just as Tian Feng was stunned, he heard Xiao Chang Feng mutter to himself, "Is the one who scolded wrong or was the one who was scolded wrong? Was it a mistake to hit someone, or was it a mistake to be beaten up? Was it a mistake to kill someone, or was it a mistake to be killed? There was no right or wrong, only strength and weakness. Whoever is strong is reasonable. "

"Could it be that there really are no rules on this continent?" Then what about the laws of the empire? "What about some of the rules in big families?" The blankness gradually disappeared from Tian Feng's face. With some difficulty, he raised his head and looked at his Third Uncle who had a cold expression and asked blankly.

"Hehe, law? Rules? "What the f * ck!" Sneering coldly, Third Uncle almost growled out, "Those are all for the weak." When you possess a power that can shock others, everything you do will be part of the rules! "

A strong gust of wind blew past, filling the air with yellow sand. Looking at his somewhat arrogant Third Uncle standing in the middle of the road, Tian Feng's heart shuddered fiercely. Strength! Perhaps without the Heavenly Wolf Gang, he would have to live a precarious life in this domain.

It was the first time that Little Tian Feng realized the cruelty of reality, and it was also the first time that he yearned for power.

It seemed that following Third Uncle out was the right decision.

Taking a deep breath, Tian Feng gripped his hands tightly. His pale face gradually became determined. I must become strong and establish my own rules. Killing is not allowed in my own country. I definitely will!

Even though he was living in the area of riots, Tianfeng was still that carefree child who didn't like to kill. He yearned for a happy and carefree life, whether it was his previous life or the current him. However, at this moment, he had a desire to become stronger.

Long Feng, who was standing next to his nephew, had a panoramic view of the changes in his eyes. After which, he pursed his lips in satisfaction.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's stay in the city for the night." After he finished speaking, Xiao ZhangFeng took the lead to leave. Tian Feng was a little absent-minded as he followed behind him. The two figures, one big and one small, gradually lengthened under the setting sun …