Chapter 10

Jicheng had no interest in arguing with these people. He closed his eyes and tried to feel the two skills bestowed by the God of Fire and Civilization. As soon as he thought about it, he felt a large amount of text appear in his mind, detailing everything from breathing techniques to methods of exerting force, even including ways to break through physical limits and condense extraordinary spiritual light! Not only that, he even felt incredibly familiar with these two skills, as if he had practiced them for decades and could perform them with his eyes closed!

"This isn't just any skill; this is clearly a true martial art. The God of Fire and Civilization, Kasus, is really too generous, just giving us this?" Jicheng suppressed his excitement. The most important thing now was to survive this trial; otherwise, everything would be for nothing! Feeling the surging power in his body, Jicheng laughed heartily. As the saying goes, those who obstruct my path must either yield or die! Jicheng was determined to claim the power bestowed by the Lord of Fire and Civilization! "Then let's go!" Twisting his wrists, he watched the large group of people charge over, and a surge of courage welled up inside him. In his twenty-odd years of life, he had never felt his blood boil like this. "Bro, count me in!" The fat man, his body trembling with fat, stood beside Jicheng. "Count me in too!" The others nearby also stepped forward. "Let's go, let's go, in this infinite world, there's no fight without bloodshed. We may not be rich second generations or official second generations, but we'll make sure our descendants become divine second generations!" With that, Jicheng led the group of roaring individuals charging forward...

"Truly reckless and foolish, wasting the knight skills bestowed by our Lord," in the sky, completely out of sight of the crowd, four figures resembling gods and demons stood there. There was an old man, a young man, a strong man, and one clad in black armor. The one who spoke was the towering strong man! "Hartkas, don't be too harsh on them. It's already quite good that they can stand up and resist. After all, their world has been at peace for a long time, as our Lord said, and this generation has never even seen blood," a handsome man in elaborate armor, holding a knight's spear, smiled and defended them. "You can't expect them to run away like the cowards behind them, can you?"

"Hmph, Kolas, others are reckless and foolish, but those behind didn't even think of the most basic common sense. Did our Lord expend divine power to teleport them to the projection instance just to watch them run away? What fools!" Hartkas snorted coldly, mentally adding those few to his blacklist. "I don't know what our Lord is thinking, finding so many useless people from other worlds. I could kill them a dozen times just by breathing!" A black knight in pitch-black full-body armor, his face completely covered, buzzed.

"Cough, cough, cough, everyone, stop talking. We are all tenth-level legendary knights with our own legendary professions. Why argue over these young ones? Don't forget the task our Lord and the Dean gave us," the oldest knight, who was coughing continuously, said. "Karl, are you okay? They say the inheritance of the Lightflow Knight is a great burden on the body, but I didn't expect it to have such a significant impact on your lifespan," Kolas, with his handsome face full of concern, said. "You're the same age as us, but look at you now, like my grandfather!" "That's not the way to look at it. The Lightflow Knight is one of the few legendary professions in the entire continent that can touch the essence of time at the legendary level. How could such a profession not have side effects?" The black knight buzzed. "Enough, enough, let's not argue. Cough, cough, cough, the task is important, the task is important." Karl, the old knight, was trying to smooth things over.

While Jicheng and the others were fighting desperately, and the four legendary knights were completing some task for their god Kossuth, a group of players arrived at an ordinary monastery thousands of miles away.

Many players were sitting on the stone floor of the monastery's main hall, listening to a fat man with a face full of scars, who looked more like a butcher than a martial monk, proudly recounting the glorious history of the monastery. "Our Alphonse Monastery was founded 137 years ago by my great-grandmaster, Alphonse Taylor. At that time, my great-grandmaster was already known as the only martial monk on the continent who could rival the gods. Now, his realm has reached an incomprehensible level. I'm telling you, coming here is the luck of a lifetime!"

The fat man was speaking with great enthusiasm, but the players below were somewhat distracted. Indeed, they had just come out of the chaos and great end magic array, said to be personally created by Alphonse Taylor, and their minds and bodies had been severely traumatized. It was a miracle they hadn't collapsed!

"Amitabha, Buddha, what did I do to be assigned to this place by the infinite game?" Little monk Henglu, sitting below, looked dazed, filled with regret. Why did he have to click on that game? Now, he was a monk in reality and a martial monk in the game. Damn, was he destined to be a monk? "Hey, you foreign monk, don't daydream! Listen to me carefully!" The fat man roared, and instantly, the entire hall was like a gale, making the players look very disheveled. "I'm just a seventh-level martial monk, but if I want to, I can teach you how to be reborn in a minute! Who wants to try?"

The fat man was very satisfied with the players' expressions. He waved his monk's robe, and dozens of streams of light shot out from the sleeves, instantly entering the players' minds. The system then issued a notification in their ears, "Players, please note, you have received the martial knowledge condensed by the founder of the martial monks, Alphonse Taylor!" "Players, please note, you have received the second-level martial skill, Bull Demon Great Strength Fist." "Bull Demon Great Strength Fist? Why does this name sound so familiar? And this doesn't seem to be a secret technique of the martial monks, does it?" Little monk Henglu thought about the three moves of the Bull Demon Great Strength Fist: 'Bull Demon Horn Thrust,' 'Bull Demon Hoof Stomp,' and 'Bull Demon Skin Stretch.' The more he thought about it, the more familiar it seemed, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Don't underestimate this second-level martial skill. It was obtained by my great-grandmaster, Alphonse Taylor, during a chance encounter while he was traveling in the outer world. He visited a terrestrial divine kingdom called the Great Zen Temple and exchanged techniques with the experts there. This is the strongest foundational martial skill in that divine kingdom, and my great-grandmaster paid a high price to obtain it. You must practice diligently, understand?"

"Bull Demon Great Strength Fist? Great Zen Temple? Damn, this fat guy's great-grandmaster actually stepped into the world of 'Sunny God.' Was he trying to get himself killed? What if he encountered a powerful man who could take him down with a single move?" Little monk Henglu suddenly realized the origin of the martial skill! Clearly, he wasn't the only one. "Did the great-grandmaster see the ruins of the Great Zen Temple?" A male voice behind Henglu asked. "What are you talking about?" The fat man was clearly startled by the man's words. "The Great Zen Temple, according to the great-grandmaster, had at least a dozen legendary-level fighters, four or five demigods, and even one or two whose depths he couldn't fathom. It's practically a pantheon! What force could destroy such an existence? Are you kidding me?"

"It might be different now, but it wasn't always like this." The players exchanged glances, thinking to themselves. The beginning of the 'Sunny God' world started with the destruction of the Great Zen Temple!

"Alright, all of you, stand up and train hard. Work hard for the monastery. Just now, each of you owes the monastery 30 divine coins. If you don't work hard and earn money, you'll end up being sold to the black mines. Do you really think our Alphonse Monastery is a charity, giving you martial skills for free?" The fat man looked at the players, his eyes gleaming with the shine of divine coins! "You can't be serious, this is forced buying and selling. Did we walk into a den of thieves?" The players immediately let out cries of distress.

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