This is a game of finding joy amidst suffering discovered after 4,000 blades.
All attacks in the Land of Blades are not random strikes, but appear as if someone is genuinely using techniques to strike.
Zhou Leng quietly gazed at the weapons ahead, allowing them to fall upon him, his expression calm.
Gradually, the number of weapons increased, and before long, his entire body became a mutilated mess, and his eyes turned blind.
Yet even so, Zhou Leng could still sense the incoming swords with his mind.
As if a blind person had acquired immense sensory abilities.
Before long, with a crunching sound, the bone-only Zhou Leng fell to the ground.
Bones scattered everywhere.
The will still existed.
Arm bone crushed, leg bone broken, skull cracked...
The unbearable pain tormented Zhou Leng.
But Zhou Leng's heart remained as calm as a still well.
The sound of weapons resounded across the battlefield.
9000... 9500... 9900...
One weapon following another.
