Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 474 Regret
That man, in his youth, didn't know how to regret.

"Only defeated dogs bark helplessly, and only outdated old people are always preaching morality. It's good for old men in the countryside to retire early."

Upon arriving in the big city, Wu happily enjoyed life.

During this period, he was not completely depraved; at least he had self-control over the harmful aspects of alcohol and sex.

His talent, strength, and ruthless style quickly made him famous.

He was having a blast, an absolute blast, an unrestrained blast.

Killing, making money, enjoying life, spending money, cultivating. He happily spent a lot of money on bloodline materials, always striving to become stronger and more ruthless.

Those who possess power should be able to do whatever they want.

"You'll regret this." But sometimes, in his nightmares, he would see his master, who was like a father to him, and hear those last words he spoke.

At this point, his frustration would lead him to mock his own cowardice, and then he would become even more immersed in his desires.

He went to kill, to embrace beauties, to enjoy delicious food, to pursue power, and to mock those monks who followed the precepts but were not strong enough. He never stopped pursuing power.

After all, in his view, power is everything, and those who possess power should act for themselves.

"Have you heard? There's trouble in Soma territory. It seems there's a rebellion there, and some people are resisting taxes."

"I heard that the leaders are a group of monks, super powerful, even the local lord can't handle them, especially an old, highly skilled martial monk, who is quite formidable." In a tavern, Rean overheard some "interesting talk" that seemed to be related to him.

At that time, Wu, who already had a full head of hair, became interested, put down his beer, and even went over to inquire.

"Ha, I never expected to hear this from my hometown. Maybe I should go back and laugh at those bald idiots."

He went back, intending to go see the spectacle and laugh at his foolish fellow disciples who stubbornly adhered to the precepts.

He set off quickly, perhaps thinking that he would lend a helping hand if necessary.

What I saw then were rows of bald heads hanging on bamboo poles.

They no longer possessed the composure of high monks; their unseeing, glaring eyes were truly frightening.

Perhaps they received some extra treatment before they died.

The cruel nobleman may not know much else, but he certainly has a lot of techniques for torturing people.

"Hahaha, so stupid, so stupid."

Wu mocked these fools, mocked these so-called good people who had spent their lives doing good deeds and helping others, only to be betrayed by others.

Meanwhile, the ordinary people watching the commotion, perhaps also villagers from the tax-resistant village, were laughing and joking happily, then mocking those who overreacted. Wu slapped them across the face.

"If I can laugh, then you have no right to laugh?" He vented his anger irrationally and then took revenge on those who betrayed him.

Incidentally, he also sought out the lord who was forcibly collecting taxes and broke into his mansion.

He was interested in what kind of powerful individuals could kill his master. So he continued his killing spree, but he didn't find enough powerful individuals.

"There's no reason for that! At least they could have escaped! These useless trash!"

It's hard to say about the other disciples, but how could his master, the martial monk who was once so powerful that he was almost invincible in his eyes, die at the hands of a group of weaklings?

He found a novice who had escaped from the monastery, a rookie who had started growing his hair out, and got some information that was hard to describe.

"Ever since you left, the part of my master's body that you injured has never healed. Coupled with his age and the need for long-term recuperation, he still coughs up blood in the middle of the night."

"what."

Wu fell silent. Had he really been that ruthless?

I don't think so. My own attack was only average; it shouldn't have been fatal.
"I heard from my third senior brother that our master treated you like a son, and your departure broke his heart."

Wu opened his mouth, the mocking and vicious words reaching his lips, but in the end, he said nothing.

"weak."

Ultimately, it's hard to say who he was referring to. He continued his indiscriminate killing, simply venting his hatred and nameless rage, and because he went too far, he ended up on the wanted list.

"I'll just go somewhere else; I have the strength to survive anyway."

So he moved to another place to continue his life, and as he got older, he became a little tired.

Perhaps it's time to find a more stable place and live a more ordinary life.
"Find a daughter, have a baby."

Then, he experienced a second and third wave of regret. This time, he faced his own remorse for the first time and began a long and painful period of alcoholism.
"Li Ensu!"

Once again, Rean, who was peering into memories, was kicked out of the dream.

But Rean was actually quite innocent. As his synchronization rate with Wu continued to rise, he became more and more able to integrate the other's profound skills and combat abilities. Inevitably, the memory records attached to those souls also flowed into Rean's mind.

Don't say he won't regret it. He doesn't regret it often, but each time, it wakes him up from a nightmare.

"Too many painful memories, just thinking about them is unbearable. Does prolonged depression lead to bipolar disorder and then to neurosis?"

Satisfaction rate -1%

Character determines destiny. Even without considering those memories, Wu's style of doing things was destined to bring countless disasters.

He might be fine, but what's most frustrating about the people around him is that he himself knows he probably caused all this trouble.

However, he couldn't stop fighting, women, and alcohol, which allowed him to temporarily forget everything.

But upon waking, all that remained was an even greater emptiness.

He only knows how to kill, only knows how to plunder, and only attracts more hatred and enemies.
"What an excellent example of what not to do."

Looking at the satisfaction level constantly decreasing on the Heroic Spirit Encyclopedia, Rean roughly knew that even in his dazed state of being possessed, the other party was already furious.

But this time, Rean didn't feel anything; he even felt a little sorry for her.

"He can only have anger directed at others, at the world, and at himself."

Rean shook his head. He did not appreciate this kind of life, yet he had borne the "fruit" shaped by such tragedy.

"The breathing hole hopes to carry the power of destruction." At that moment, when Rean looked at others, he could vaguely see the energy flowing within their bodies.

In reality, ordinary people who are not martial monks also possess qi, but it is so thin that it is not worth worrying about.

However, some things are universal.

For example, the flow of Qi depends on the heart, and the body's cavities are constantly losing Qi, especially the five senses.

If you touch those important locations, a little bit of air can have a very good effect.

But these traditional martial monks can also do it, naturally targeting vital points in actual combat.

"If we can't access those vital points, then we'll create them artificially."

Rean thrust his thumb into the monster's temple, twisting it slightly, causing the incoming air to swirl along the channel.

"boom!"

Then, the gas, having nowhere else to go, simply blew it up completely.

It seems like they've failed? But Rean's face lit up with joy.

This is not due to the power of the heroic spirit, but rather to his own complete driving techniques.

He never expected that he would succeed so easily.

Rean did not try to imitate the actions of the Heroic Spirits; for him at his current level, that would be far too difficult.

However, he began to integrate the sonic fist and the Four Symbols system he had learned from his own monk system, forming his own unique fighting style.

(End of this chapter)