Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World - Chapter 160

I was not a perfect person, not an easy teammate to get along with, and I could not even be considered a good person at all.However, no one in this world could deny that I was the greatest basketball player, not even God!

Adopted into the Ye Clan, Ye Guan is clueless about who he is and where he comes from. One day, an opportunity comes where he is acquainted with a not-so-little Little Pagoda and was bestowed a sword. Under the guidance of a Great Sword Immortal, Ye Guan is ready to take on the world. But so was his father and grandfather…In a universe with multiple realms, Ye Guan started from a very insignificant clan, in an insignificant state. With his almost god-like sword, follow Ye Guan on his journey as he makes a name for himself and finds out who he truly is. With a refreshingly straightforward personality, you can expect the unexpected when it comes to Ye Guan… For example, he makes it a point to kill his opponents before they can make any dramatic pre-war declarations.

“Ye Guan, today will be your death anniver—” Squelch! And the guy was killed…

MC: Why bother sh*t talking before a fight?

In this fast-paced novel, there’s gonna be a lot of ‘wait what?’ moments, xxx moments and blah blah blah.

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- Description from Novelupdates

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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