MTL - I Made Scientific Magic - Chapter 388 It doesn't matter, I will personally take action to wipe out the enemies of the Holy See

On a normal boring day, a message appears, inviting him to a Tutorial.

Luo Xing travels through the world of pirates and obtains a system of increasing defense power. When he receives different degrees of damage, he will increase the defense points of the corresponding level.

Luo Xing started from Wano Kingdom’s Hundred Beasts Group, step by step towards becoming the strongest.

“Come on, Yamato, hit me, you’re welcome!”

“General Akainu, did you not eat enough in the morning? Why is the magma so warm?”

“White Beard, your Zhenzhen Fruit should be even stronger, right?”

Luo Xing continued to challenge the strong, and what broke the strong was that Luo Xing became stronger and more fleshy, and in the end they couldn’t even break Luo Xing’s skin.

Teacher Kai shouted loudly: “Among the people who have fought against me in terms of defense, no one is more fleshy than you. I, Kaido of Beasts, would like to call you the strongest creature!”…

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The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.

After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child.

But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!?

It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke.

“Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!”

Plum blossoms eventually fall.

But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again.

“But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!”

The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.