As soon as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, the Vajra power burst out with all his strength. Wuming's body suddenly surged to three and a half meters high. The warrior suit covering his body was instantly shattered. Only the soft armor made by the dwarf also burst into pieces with Wuming's body and was not broken. Otherwise, Wuming would have run naked on the spot before he started.

The third level of Vajra Power was formed instantly, and the rocket legs were activated with all their might as well.

Wuming stood there and left a afterimage, and his body was extremely close to Dodoriya who woke up from shock.

The wide-back hunting knife was quickly pulled out from the only left hand that had not become thicker and bigger, and a sharp light ray of light slashed the head of the sword Saint Dodoria.

Dodoria never thought that such a huge body could be so fast, and she did not expect that the nameless sword was far more terrifying than what Domotoki described.

Yan Liu had just raised his head and the nameless wide-back hunting knife slashed hard on Yan Liu's sword body. With a "clang", Yan Liu's sword was easily cut off by the hunting knife, and the hunting knife slashed Dodoria's helmet, head, and even the entire body.

Everything changed so fast that Zhao Wuji had no time to stop. Dodoria, who had just become a sword saint for a few days, simply died under the nameless hunting knife.

Almost everyone was stunned. No one could have thought that a sword saint would be split in half in a shorter time than in the blink of an eye, and even the mages who practiced sacred magic could not be rescued.

"That sword saint is too young and underestimated the enemy. He was cut to death without all his strength. Otherwise, even if he was defeated and killed, he would not be nearly enough to be in the blink of an eye." An old man made a simple comment.

"That's right, if a person who has been on the sword saint for many years, even if he loses, he will be a little embarrassed at most. He will not die." Another old man said thoughtfully: "This young man is actually a martial saint, which makes people unthinkable. But where did he learn his ancient martial arts?"

Several old men looked at each other, and understood the guess in each other's eyes, and smiled together.

Wuming withdrew his Vajra power, his body returned to its original size, and quietly retracted the wide-back hunting knife back into the scabbard.

"Your Majesty! Wuming killed the Sword Saint in the martial arts competition, and asked Your Majesty to punish him for murder!" At this time, Wuming jumped out and looked up and knew that it was the one who was the one who was bento.

"What's wrong with killing a sword saint who is not good at martial arts competition? Don't compare with him if you're afraid of death. What did you do before? He deserves to die! He underestimates the enemy, makes mistakes, and rely on magic weapons. Any one of them is enough for him to die once."

When Domoto Gang heard someone ridicule, he turned back with a hideous face to look for the bastard who was speechless. When he saw clearly that an old man in the mansion was talking, he was immediately like a ball of anger, and could only ask Zhao Wuji to speak with his eyes. The worst of these old men living in the deepest part of the mansion was also about to break through to the Sword Saint and the Fighting Saint to a higher level. If he wanted to be assassinated or became bored with life, offending them would be the easiest way to achieve his wish.

Zhao Wuji glared at Domben Gang, who understood what Zhao Wuji meant this time. (You have brains and illnesses? You have to offend them yourself to offend them.)

But when it comes to talking about it, how could these old guys join forces to protect Wuming? Zhao Wuji looked at Wuming in confusion and said, "The competition is naturally unpredictable. This competition caused the death of the sword saint Dodoria. I feel extremely sad. Fortunately, God gave me a new hero to the Kingdom of Divine Dragon!"

When Domoto Gang heard this, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. This time, he had invested a lot of money in order to kill Wuming. The general Dodoria just broke through to become a sword saint and was ruined. He could not hear Zhao Wuji's words clearly.

"I officially enthrone you now..." Zhao Wuji, who was in high spirits, suddenly saw several old men wink at him, and his voice paused for a moment and said, "No! I feel that the enthronement of you is not enough. Let me think carefully after returning to the palace."

Zhao Feiyan, full of joy, couldn't help but look at Zhao Wuji angrily and left the venue first.

Wuming was temporarily taken back to the mansion by the guards again.

"When can I leave the palace?"

"Report to the master, there is no instruction from above yet. Please wait a few days." The guards did not dare to neglect Wuming, who slaughtered the Sword Saint with one knife.

The news that the Sword Saint was chopped off with one knife soon spread throughout the palace and even the entire imperial capital. The people in the mansion who rarely care about other things also knew about this matter. And the one who knew that the Sword Saint was Wuming, who was determined to be a waste body by several masters that day.

The always-pure mansion became lively for the first time. Many people came to the neighborhood of the old men and looked inside. Those who really dared to get close to the other courtyard were the sword god, the fighting god, a great magician and a dragon knight who were responsible for teaching others.

"Boy, tell me if you have learned the ancient martial arts of writing books and mountains?"

"Let me talk about it quickly, which ancient martial arts book can make your body so huge and full of power?"

Several old men surrounded Wuming, asking each other, almost wanting to eat Wuming.

Wuming picked up a book with a thick cover printed on it and asked calmly: "Do you think I can understand these ancient words that even you can't understand?"

The old man looked at Wuming in confusion: "Theoretically, you cannot understand the ancient texts, but what you use is not Dou Qi, but the authentic ancient martial arts. Unless someone teaches you..."

I can't tell the secret of knowing the ancient characters, I don't belong to their circle. Wuming shook his head gently: "I don't remember. I don't remember what happened two years ago. I only have memories of the last two years."

"Losing memory? In this way, is it because I had learned ancient martial arts before I lost my memory?" The old man tried hard to find a flaw in Wuming's face, but this cold face could not provide him with any information.

"You really only have two years of memory?"

“A lot of people can testify.”

In the next few days, the old people asked countless times, and Wuming's answer was always simple and flawless. The imperial physicians in the palace had no better way to deal with the disease of amnesia. The old people gradually lost interest in Wuming and became obsessed with the pile of books again.

Soon, Wuming received an imperial edict that he could enter and exit the palace freely, and Zhao Wuji also officially enthroned Wuming as Zhao Feiyan's personal bodyguard.

"What? Will you be promoted to the princess's personal bodyguard so soon?" Dombengang slapped the table one by one and took out a document from the official folder and handed it to his subordinates: "Go, give the official document of the military headquarters being promoted to the commander of the thousand-man... Forget it! Let me send it to the emperor myself." Dombengang quickly walked out of the military headquarters and hurriedly walked again to the palace not far from the military headquarters.

After receiving the news that he could enter and exit the palace, Wuming came to the place where he bought the gambling tickets that day as quickly as possible. After deducting five percent of the gambling house, Wuming finally got a gold ticket with 45,600 gold coins.

The trader who paid the gold tickets turned green, and he knew very well that there would be a little girl who would come here to receive a gold ticket of more than 10,000 gold coins in the future.

"Thank you." Wuming did not leave even a copper coin tip and turned around and left the gambling house.

"You can't let him take so much money! If you can kill him..." The trader at the gambling bank muttered to himself as he looked at Wuming's departure.

Those who work in their business will more or less know some local gangsters. The trader of the gambling house quickly asked for a leave from the above and hurriedly followed Wuming behind. On the way, he was lucky to meet two gangsters who were strolling on the street every day.

"Sir, sir!" The trader hurriedly ran up two steps and blocked Wuming's face and said, "Sorry, you just got less formalities. Please go back with me to complete the procedures. I'm so sorry to delay your precious time."

Wuming nodded and followed the trader into an alley where no one passed.

There was a burst of rapid footsteps behind, and two young men with sticks in front of the alley were walking in front of the alley.

Robbery? Care for money and killing? Wuming knew what happened to him, so he gently raised his right hand and looked at it.

Screams of screams came from the alley, and people passing by nearby quickly accelerated their pace and left. They all knew that this was a territory where some gangsters blocked the road and robbed them, and no one dared to take care of it.

Not long after, the sound of ghosts and gods crying in the alley gradually weakened, and a few people passing by looked at the alley with sympathy, begging these hooligans to take a lighter action.

While these passers-by were praying in their hearts, they were surprised to find Wuming walking out of the alley alone and walking away.

A man with a particularly curious and somewhat courageous heart walked into the alley carefully and was surprised to see the hooligans around who often robbed outsiders. At this time, he was already lying on the ground and moaning constantly.

Wuming had just stepped into the gate of the palace. The guard who had led Wuming to walk around the palace came forward and saluted Wuming and said, "General, His Majesty the Emperor has approved the military headquarters to calculate the position of commander you should get after military industry. Now I will take you to the military headquarters to report!"

Wuming took the weapons and equipment he brought with him and followed the guards to the military headquarters.

"Report! The new commander Wuming came to report!" Wuming stood in front of Domoto Gangyi and gave a standard military salute.

"Very good, very good." Domoto Gang stood up and patted Wuming's shoulder intimately: "Young man! He is worthy of being the hero who killed the Sword Saint! He should have given you a few more days of rest and assigned tasks. But the country is in a troublesome situation, so he has to let you down. This is the military mission you want to perform. See if there are any requirements, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

Wuming took over the military mission book and watched it carefully: Mission! Lead the troops of our headquarters to quickly clear out the bandit strongholds pretended by the Blue Turban Army in Changbai Mountain.

"How is it? What else is needed? Just tell me. I will definitely support you!"

"Report to the sir, I want to see my team now!"

Domoto Gang smiled and pointed to the team moving out the window and said, "Look, that's the troops you are going to lead."

Thousands of people stood there loosely outside the window. The oldest one in the grade was already a little hunched, the youngest one was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and less than five hundred people were really old. Moreover, these five hundred people didn't look like soldiers, but they looked like beggars or gangsters on the street who were gathered. The weapons in each person's hand were just sharpened with wooden sticks and wrapped in some iron sheets. No one was wearing leather armor and other armor.

"Is this the troops prepared by the Lord?" said the nameless man and looked at Takaichi Domoto with a cold light.

"The country is in a dilemma now, so please don't be too picky." Domoto Gang sneered at the corner of his mouth: "When there are good soldiers in the future, I will supplement you as soon as possible."

"Thank you sir." Wuming said calmly and turned around and left the room.

"This Wuming is so hateful! I won't get angry like this! I'm really unwilling to give up!" Domoto Gang crumbled a few pieces of porcelain hard, and gradually calmed down and said, "Go, I think you will die with such a team? Even if you lose, I will send you to the military court when you come back!"
Chapter completed!