Chapter 37

In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

In Anakin's eyes, the Sand People's attacks were as fierce as a sandstorm. The alloy clubs in their hands were powerful enough to crush the skull of a Bantha, and the plasma and toxins on the clubs could kill a Krayt dragon. However, these ruthless bandits who had emerged from the storms of blood and violence were utterly helpless against the man with the sword before them.

The lightsaber in his hand seemed to come alive, like a nimble snake weaving through the swinging clubs of the Sand People. Each leap made the agile bodies of the Sand People appear clumsy and full of vulnerabilities.

The sword light swiftly pierced through their weaknesses, easily taking the lives of one Sand Person after another.

Soon, the Sand People noticed their fallen comrades one by one. They screamed hoarsely, their shrill cries echoing for miles. Despite their ferocity, the Sand People were still made of flesh and blood, and they felt fear in the face of such fearless death. They quickly scattered in a panic.

Chen Ang pursued their fleeing figures and killed three more Sand People. He then saw a dozen Sand People mount their Banthas and flee in disarray, leaving only a third of their original number. The remaining Banthas, now without their masters, wandered aimlessly, mournfully circling their former owners.

"Master, the Sand People are very troublesome!" Anakin hurriedly climbed down from the silver disc, looking seriously at the dead Sand People on the ground. "They will remember those who kill their kind. If you are discovered in the desert, large Sand People tribes will launch and join in the attack. They will consider you their mortal enemy."

"Mortal enemy? Then let them consider me their nemesis!" Chen Ang patted his head without concern. "No matter what the Sand People choose, they are left with only two simple options: survival or death!"

"We don't need to make a choice; the weak are the ones who need to consider it."

Anakin looked up in surprise at Chen Ang.

"Anakin, as my disciple, the most important thing is to adhere to your principles, do what you think is right, and bear the consequences. I chose to be tolerant before because I couldn't bear the consequences of my actions, as I didn't have the power to protect you."

"Principles without power are empty promises. Power without principles is a double-edged sword. This is the spirit of a hero, who is free and independent but also adheres to a moral底线."

Chen Ang pointed to the bodies on the ground and asked, "Now tell me, what are your principles?"

Anakin looked at the blood around him, deep in thought for a long time. "The Sand People are bandits of the desert, and many families have been destroyed because of them. When they attacked you, I wanted to kill them and felt it was right to do so. But I can't bring myself to kill those who can't defend themselves. Perhaps what I can adhere to is caution."

"Well said, Anakin! You must always remember today's words. When you face the temptation of darkness, remember to treat killing with caution. The spirit of a hero is free and independent, but taking responsibility for your actions and adhering to your principles should always remain unchanged."

Chen Ang waved his hand to summon the silver disc and stepped onto it. "Alright, now those Sand People probably think they've shaken us off. According to Tatooine's rules, we should go and claim the spoils of war!"

The red electronic eye flickered slightly, and several blue dots appeared on the map at a hidden location. The silver disc vibrated slightly and shot forward.

Anakin lowered his head in silence for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Master, are you a hero?"

Chen Ang gazed into the distance of the vast desert, not answering for a long time. The only sound on the silver disc was the rustling of their clothes in the wind. Anakin thought he had said something wrong and was about to apologize to Chen Ang when Chen Ang suddenly spoke.

"I am, a part of me embodies the spirit of a hero."

"What about the other part?" Anakin asked curiously.

"The other part, perhaps, is the spirit of a sage! Free and independent, seeking the truth, adhering to oneself, and grasping the essence. A hero is a person, a sage is a path..."

"Like a Jedi Knight?" Anakin held the lightsaber and recited, "No passion; serenity. No ignorance; knowledge. No passion; serenity. No death; only the Force."

He suddenly put down the lightsaber and looked at Chen Ang with bright eyes. "Master, I want to be a sage-hero. I like its creed; it feels free and independent."

"Ha ha! That's different! You should still be a good Jedi Knight!" Chen Ang laughed. "I am still a seeker, having only glimpsed a small part of the path. When I truly understand, I will come back and tell you, and ask about your choice."

As they spoke, a huge canyon was already visible in the distance, like an ugly crack cutting through the rocky plateau. The silver disc quickly descended into the canyon, and in the distance, a faint silver shadow shimmered in the sunlight.

"What is that?" Anakin shaded his eyes and squinted at the silver dot. As the silver disc approached, the silver dot grew larger, and soon a vague shape could be seen.

"It's a spaceship! A large spaceship!" Anakin exclaimed, pointing at the flat silver shape in the distance. Chen Ang adjusted the direction and quickly flew towards the spaceship from a more concealed angle.

As they got closer, Chen Ang realized it was an abandoned spaceship, likely the result of an accident. The large impact scar on the right side confirmed this. The blue dots on the radar were flashing at the location of the spaceship. From the sky, several Sand People's tents could be seen outside the spaceship, and some Sand People were moving in and out of it.

It seemed that the unfortunate spaceship had been taken over by the Sand People.

With such a large prize in front of him, Chen Ang would not miss it. The silver disc flashed and slid to the bottom of the spaceship. Several Sand People were resting there, and upon seeing Chen Ang, they hastily picked up their weapons. Chen Ang could even see the blood from the previous battle on their weapons.

The leader of the Sand People growled and spoke in the common language of Tatooine, "Stranger, leave here! Or die!" Dozens of Sand People gathered behind him, staring at Chen Ang with intense hatred.

Some Sand People who had not experienced the previous battle began to stir.

Chen Ang drew his lightsaber, and with a soft hiss, the bright white blade emerged. "Sand People, leave my spoils of war, or die!"

Before he finished speaking, several Sand People could no longer hold back and roared as they charged forward. The remaining Sand People hesitated for a moment and then followed. This time, there were more Sand People, and the leader, wielding an alloy club at least twice as heavy as the others, swung it with a whistling sound.

The fierce and menacing club head, glowing with a dark blue light, struck with immense force at Chen Ang's head. Behind him, several alloy clubs with protruding blades were thrown from the hands of the Sand People, slicing towards Chen Ang.

Chen Ang's lightsaber spun in his hand, and he reversed his grip on the hilt. His body suddenly darted forward, transforming into a streak of light as he charged into the midst of the Sand People. His body twisted into a strange shape, curling into a small ball to avoid the first wave of attacks.

His body then sprang open like a spring, and the lightsaber,贴着身体，划出一道诡异的弧线，刃光贴在沙人身上，每一次闪烁，都会倒下一个沙人强盗。

陈昂的脚步忽然交错出一个复杂的变化，他身子一翻，就从正面来到了沙人首领的身后，随即光刃刺出，轻易地没入了他的脊椎，接着光刃翻转一圈，让波动的高能粒子束完全摧毁了他的神经系统。

扑通一声。

沙人首领的尸体轰然倒下。

陈昂浮起他的尸体，挡在身前，顿时感觉到了手上尸体的震动，数十颗散弹将沙人首领打成一滩烂泥，而陈昂却早已绕到他们身后，手中的光刃轻轻一抹。

还没等他们反应过来，便有两人的头颅重重的垂了下去，露出开瓢一半的后脑，身体晃了两下，重重的扑倒在地上。

陈昂的反应简直过分的欺负沙人，他手里光刃翻飞，冷静的计算着沙人的要害，用最小的幅度，一一灭杀他们，每一次光芒闪动，总会伴随着身体倒下的声音。

很快，沙人部落就支撑不住了。

几名衣裳破旧的沙人，不要命似的冲了上来，死死地缠住陈昂，剩下的沙人一哄而散，只来得及背上一些食物，就狼狈的离开了这里。

The lightsaber,贴着身体，划出一道诡异的弧线，刃光贴在沙人身上，每一次闪烁，都会倒下一个沙人强盗。

Chen Ang's movements were so swift and precise that the Sand People could hardly react. His lightsaber sliced through their bodies with a deadly accuracy, and each flash of light was followed by the sound of a body falling.

Soon, the Sand People's tribe could no longer hold their ground.

Several ragged Sand People charged at Chen Ang with reckless abandon, clinging to him tightly. The remaining Sand People scattered in a panic, grabbing whatever food they could before fleeing in disarray.

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The lightsaber, gliding along his body, traced a bizarre arc, the blade cutting into the Sand People. Each flash of light brought down another Sand Person bandit.

Chen Ang's steps suddenly shifted into a complex pattern. He flipped his body and appeared behind the Sand People's leader, then thrust his lightsaber, easily piercing the leader's spine. The lightsaber spun, and the high-energy particle beam completely destroyed the leader's nervous system.

Thud.

The Sand People's leader's body crashed to the ground.

Chen Ang lifted the leader's corpse and used it as a shield. He felt the vibrations as dozens of shotgun pellets turned the leader into a pile of mush. Chen Ang had already circled behind them, and with a light swipe of his lightsaber, two more heads fell heavily, revealing half-cracked skulls. Their bodies swayed and then collapsed to the ground.

Chen Ang's reaction was almost too quick for the Sand People. His lightsaber flicked and danced, and he calmly targeted their vital points, using the smallest movements to eliminate them one by one. Each flash of light was accompanied by the sound of a body falling.

Soon, the Sand People's tribe could no longer hold their ground.

Several ragged Sand People charged at Chen Ang with reckless abandon, clinging to him tightly. The remaining Sand People scattered in a panic, grabbing whatever food they could before fleeing in disarray.