Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

"Aren't you hungry after eating so little?" A young man with black eyes and short hair sat over to Mo Feng while he was having lunch.

His name is Ruan Qingtian. After Mo Feng displayed his amazing strength, Ruan Qingtian was conquered by Mo Feng. At least he felt that he would never be able to use such terrifying sword skills in his lifetime.

But Mo Feng still said nothing.

He doesn't trust anyone.

You can imagine that a person with a dull life sees the whole world in gray. These days, he has been trying to find the meaning of life.

If revenge is all that is left in a person's life, then what happens next? What happens after revenge? What is left? Mo Feng fell into deep confusion... If there is anything else in this world that is worth believing in, perhaps it is only Fu Xuan who brought him a new life.

But Mo Feng also knew very well that Fu Xuan also had her own purpose.

This world has never been pure. There is no absolute good or evil, good or bad.

A great scientist who devotes his life to society may have very corrupt morals in private.

A gangster boss who has killed countless people and committed all kinds of crimes may be willing to sacrifice his heart in the face of national crisis.

How could a person who was the head of Luofu Taibusi help him out of kindness? He was just a pawn being used, but for some reason, Mo Feng didn't mind it.

Because he is trying to find the value of his life.

If this is the case, if I am valuable to her, then my life is meaningful.

Even if... it's just exploitation. Even if... it's just wishful thinking. Even if... it's just self-hypnosis.

A morbid mentality arose in the devastated Mo Feng's heart.

Mo Feng never thought about living for himself. Perhaps in his mind, he was no longer worthy of living.

To survive, one needs something to lean on, something to rely on. Just like the creeper on the wall, if one loses the support of the wall, one loses himself.

Because Mo Feng didn't say anything, the scene was a little awkward, but Ruan Qingtian was an optimist. After a few days of getting along with him, he certainly understood Mo Feng's character. He was a ruthless man who didn't talk much, so he didn't mind it too much.

"We are all comrades-in-arms, so let's chat. When the time comes, we will have to entrust our lives to each other, right? Improving our feelings will be more conducive to survival on the battlefield." Ruan Qingtian said.

This makes sense. Facing large tracts of abundant evil creatures, fighting alone would be seeking death.

It would be quite difficult for a normal person to deal with just one Abundance Monster. If faced with an Army of Abundance known for its numerical vitality, individual strength would seem insignificant.

"Let's talk about why you want to join the Cloud Cavalry." Ruan Qingtian said with a smile, "First of all, I have a lovely sister who is about the same age as you, but our family is very poor, so in order to make her life better, I chose to join the army. What about you?"

Mo Feng was silent for a while.

"To protect." Mo Feng said it briefly. This was the answer he came up with after a long period of thinking.

"Eh? What are you guarding? Luofu?"

"Yes."

"So official, don't you have any personal reasons? I heard that you were recommended by the Grand Master, can you tell me a little about your relationship with her?"

"We've met twice, that's all." Mo Feng finished eating the black bread.

"Eh? Really?"

"It's okay if you don't believe me, because I don't want to believe you either." Mo Feng said and left with the broken sword. Ever since he was targeted by the instructor, he began to let himself go and practiced the swordsmanship in his mind desperately.

He called this sword skill the Three Styles of Zhu Xian.

This was the name he automatically gave to this sword skill in his mind.

But he couldn't recall any of the past experiences on how he had learned the three styles of Zhu Xian.

He would burst a dozen training dummies every day, and his sword skills became sharper and more aggressive with his day-to-day training.

He won every training match easily. He simply used his sword with killing intent, and most people were no match for him. Even if these people were much taller than him, he could kill the game with at most two sword strikes.

But as expected, Mo Feng's score was zero.

Pierre was quite dissatisfied with Mo Feng's solitary and ignorant character, but he had said that he would not interfere, so he would not interfere. He wanted to disgust Mo Feng by giving him a grade, but this heartless and ignorant young man did not seem to care about it at all. Pierre even deliberately targeted Mo Feng's food, but Mo Feng still seemed to enjoy it.

Of course Pierre knew that Mo Feng and Fu Xuan had an unclear relationship, but after finding out clearly, he determined that Fu Xuan had probably only met Mo Feng once (after all, it was difficult to verify that Fu Xuan had been to Wanmin Hall), and their relationship was not close.

In addition, he has already released malicious intent towards Mo Feng, but the power behind Mo Feng still ignores him. It can be seen that Mo Feng is just a toy that Taibu-sama plays on a whim.

Maybe he is really gifted, but he is destined to be a political victim because he does not abide by the rules he sets and does not serve the powerful.

The last day of the recruit training has finally arrived. These new recruits are either practicing swordsmanship or physical fitness every day.

Finally, it’s time to test the results.

Actual combat training.

It is an enhanced version of the training match. Here, you can fight as hard as you can without caring about your opponent's condition. As long as you don't kill him, it's okay even if you get seriously injured.

Only in this way can we best simulate the appearance of a battlefield.

Mo Feng's opponent began to howl like a ghost, wondering how he could meet such a killing god. Everyone knew that Mo Feng was fully skilled in practicing his strange swordsmanship. The so-called Yunqi swordsmanship was like a child playing house in front of him. He was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself well and would cripple himself with a single sword strike.

"I'll be his opponent." Pierre went to the battlefield in person, "You will practice against an eliminated person later."

"Thank you, instructor." The person who drew lots to be Mo Feng's opponent felt like he had saved his life.

Pierre had been unhappy with Mo Feng for a long time, and on this last day, he was going to crush the little brat's pride. To get involved in a gang, you need background and power.

He had no awareness of bullying the weak.

"It's not too late to quit now." Pierre mocked. He knew that Mo Feng would not quit due to his arrogant character. He was really afraid that he would be cunning and say quit, which would be really boring.

"If I beat the instructor, will I get full marks?" Mo Feng raised his sword silently.

"You're dreaming. If you win, you'll get more than full marks. I'd give you a thousand points." The sword used by Pierre was also a regular sword, not the broken sword in Mo Feng's hand.

"Come on." Mo Feng said.

He wanted to test his current level. Pierre should be a qualified opponent, as no one in the team could last more than three seconds under him.

This level of situation made Mo Feng completely unconfident in facing the rich evil creature.

"You don't know your own limits." Pierre began to show off his sword skills. This was not some fancy trick, but the regular Yunqi swordsmanship. He had been keeping it to himself before and teaching his soldiers some fancy tricks. Mo Feng, who was knowledgeable, saw through the instructor's little tricks at once.

Why would such a scum stay in the Yunqi Army?

Isn't this so irresponsible as to let all the members of the Kamikaze Team 8 die?

Mo Feng blocked Pierre's heavy sword with one sword. Even if Pierre attacked with all his strength, he could still barely catch it because of Mo Feng's force dissipation. After a month of intensive training, Mo Feng's strength is now far beyond the normal strength of a 10-year-old child. Although there is still a gap between him and an adult, he is almost the same as a teenager.

Mo Feng's strange three-style Zhu Xian was used again, and his body was so fast that Pierre could hardly catch him.

In these training matches, Mo Feng never had the chance to officially display the Three Styles of Zhu Xian, which made Pierre have the illusion that those players were too useless, rather than Mo Feng being too powerful.

As it turned out, Mo Feng, when fully unleashed his full power, was so fast that even he, the instructor, found it difficult to catch up with him.

This is of course directly related to the fact that this instructor has not been on the battlefield for a long time, and his war nerves have degenerated.

Every sword strike was deadly. Even the regular Yunqi sword technique could not be defended against the three styles of Zhu Xian.

Although the force is not great, it is aimed at the vital points. Once it hits, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Thank you for your help." Then Mo Feng attacked with all his strength. He flashed behind Pierre and pierced Pierre's back with a sword. He had avoided Pierre's vital points, but this time, Pierre would probably lose one of his kidneys.

"You!" Pierre stood up and prepared to fight back, furious.

But after Mo Feng drew out his sword, he struck again.

Now the other kidney is gone.

"Ah——" Pierre almost went into shock from the pain, "I surrender... Don't... Don't..."

Mo Feng left the broken sword on Pierre's body. If he pulled it out, the gushing blood would probably kill Pierre. Someone at the scene quickly contacted Dan Dingsi, and soon professionals came to carry Pierre away.