Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

However, their weapons were more crude and their tactics more primitive.

Zhang Ling began to think about how to use his knowledge and experience to make a name for himself in this world.

One day, Black Bear led a group of people down the mountain to rob, and Zhang Ling was left in the mountain village to guard it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ling sneaked into Black Bear's room. He knew that there were some important things hidden in Black Bear's room.

Sure enough, he found a box under Black Bear's bed. When he opened the box, he found it was full of gold, silver, jewelry and some ancient books.

Zhang Ling picked up an ancient book and flipped through it, and found that it was actually a book recording the history of the world.

He read voraciously and gradually gained an understanding of the world.

This world is called Tianyuan Continent, a world ruled by warriors and magicians.

There are many countries and forces on the Tianyuan Continent, and they are constantly fighting with each other.

The area where Black Wind Village is located is a desolate place called Black Wind Ridge, where bandits are rampant and the people are living in misery.

After reading this ancient book, Zhang Ling already had a preliminary plan in mind.

He knew that if he wanted to return to his own world, he must first gain a foothold in this world and gain enough strength.

And Black Wind Village is a good starting point.

He decided to first take control of the Black Wind Village, and then use it as a basis to gradually expand his power.

Just then, he heard a noisy sound coming from outside.

"Oh no! The boss and the others are back!" A bandit ran in hurriedly and shouted.

Zhang Ling quickly put the ancient book back into the box and hid it under the bed.

A moment later, Black Bear came in with a group of people. They were all covered in dirt and had injuries on their bodies.

"Damn it! I'm screwed this time!" Black Bear roared, "I didn't expect that guy to be such a master!"

"Boss, what should we do?" asked a bandit.

"What else can I do? I'll heal my wounds first, and then go and seek revenge on that kid!" Black Bear said gritting his teeth.

Zhang Ling hid under the bed, listening to their conversation and sneering in his heart.

It seems like this is an opportunity.

He decided to take advantage of the time when Black Bear was recovering from his injuries to launch an attack and seize control of Black Wind Village.

In the next few days, Zhang Ling secretly contacted some bandits who were dissatisfied with Black Bear and promised them benefits.

Finally, on a dark and windy night, Zhang Ling launched the attack.

He led his men to raid Black Bear's room and killed Black Bear and his cronies.

Then, he stood on the high platform and announced to all the bandits: "From today on, I am the new leader of Black Wind Village!"

Zhang Ling felt like he was thrown into the spin dryer of a washing machine and spun wildly, his internal organs were churning. The dizziness subsided a little, and he struggled to open his eyes and found himself lying in a desolate desert, with the scorching sun burning his skin.

"Where the hell is this?" Zhang Ling cursed and struggled to sit up.

The smoke and tremors of Cang Yun Ridge seemed like a nightmare. At this moment, he was intact, and even the scratches left by the previous battle were gone.

Looking around, there was nothing but endless yellow sand and a dilapidated stone tablet standing alone not far away. There were strange words engraved on the stone tablet, like some twisted hieroglyphs, and Zhang Ling didn't recognize any of them.

"Welcome to...a different world!" The voice sounded again, with a teasing tone, as if mocking his ignorance and confusion.

Zhang Ling stood up suddenly and looked around cautiously, but he didn't see anyone. "Who is it? You're sneaking around, get out here!"

There was no response to the voice, only the wind whistled past, stirring up a cloud of dust that made Zhang Ling unable to open his eyes.

"Playing tricks!" Zhang Ling spat, wiped the sand off his face, and staggered towards the stone tablet.

He reached out and touched the strange words on the stone tablet, and a strange energy flowed into his body through his fingertips.

In an instant, those distorted symbols became clear in his eyes, forming a complete text:

"Welcome to the 'Skyfall Continent', lost one. Only the strong can survive, and only blood can wash away shame. Find your 'Key of Destiny' and start the road to revenge!"

"Tianyun Continent? Key to Destiny? Revenge?" Zhang Ling muttered to himself, a fire of rage burning in his chest.

The tragic scene of Cangyun Ridge appeared before his eyes again. The blood of his comrades and the hideous smile of the enemy were deeply engraved in his mind.

"Sakata..." Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and punched the stone tablet. The stone tablet did not move at all, but his hand was painful.

"I want revenge! I'm going to make those bastards pay the price!" Zhang Ling roared at the empty desert, his voice hoarse.

At this moment, a black vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, and an object wrapped in black light slowly fell from the vortex and hovered in front of Zhang Ling.

The object exuded an ancient and mysterious aura. It was shaped like a key, completely black, and carved with complex patterns, as if it contained endless power.

"Is this... the key to destiny?" Zhang Ling stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally held the key.

A powerful energy instantly surged into his body, and he felt his body was full of strength, as if it could tear everything apart.

At the same time, a large amount of information also flooded into his mind, about the history of Tianyun Continent, about various races and forces, about cultivation systems and combat techniques...

"So that's it..." Zhang Ling closed his eyes and digested this information.

Tianyun Continent is a world full of magic and fighting spirit. Humans, orcs, elves, dwarves and other races live together on this continent.

And he, Zhang Ling, has a new identity in this world. He is a descendant of an impoverished noble family whose clan was exterminated and who bears a deep blood feud.

"Revenge for genocide..." Zhang Ling opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "It seems that my road to revenge has just begun."

He looked up at the sky; the black vortex had disappeared, leaving only endless yellow sand and scorching sunshine.

"First, let's find a place to get some food and drink, and then think of a way to get some information." Zhang Ling thought to himself and walked into the depths of the desert.

After walking for a long time, he finally saw an oasis. In the center of the oasis stood a small city with low, dilapidated walls that looked shaky.

Zhang Ling walked to the city gate and found it open. The guards were lazily leaning against the wall and dozing off.

He walked straight into the city and found that the streets were deserted, the houses were dilapidated, and the air was filled with a smell of decay.

"This place... is too shabby, isn't it?" Zhang Ling frowned, feeling something was wrong.

He walked to the door of a pub that looked fairly clean, pushed it open and walked in.

The pub was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and sweat. A few ragged men were sitting around a table drinking and playing finger-guessing games.

"Boss, give me something to eat and drink!" Zhang Ling walked to the counter and shouted to a fat man with a stubble on his face.

The fat man sized him up and said lazily, "Boy, are you new here? You look well dressed, you don't look like a local."

"I'm from another place. I passed by here and wanted to rest for a while." Zhang Ling said casually.

"From outside?" The fat man sneered, "Then you better be careful, this damn place is not a good place."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Zhang Ling asked with interest.

The fat man approached him mysteriously and whispered, "It's been a bit uneasy around here lately. I heard a group of bandits appeared, specializing in robbing passing merchants and travelers. Don't let them target you."

"Robber?" Zhang Ling's heart moved, and a bold idea emerged in his mind.

Zhang Ling felt as if he was having a long nightmare. The feeling of weightlessness of falling was endless, and the whistling wind in his ears was like the wailing of evil spirits. He tried hard to grab something, but there was only nothingness.

Then he fell heavily to the ground.

It was not the expected crushing, but a strange elasticity, like falling into a huge trampoline. He struggled to open his eyes, the gray sky, the flying yellow sand, and the dry air with a strange smell of sulfur.

"Welcome to... another world!" The voice sounded again, with a hint of joking, "How about it, do you like the new home I prepared for you?"

Zhang Ling looked around cautiously. The desolate desert was endless, with no grass growing, only jagged rocks and twisted dead trees dotted in between, like the skeletons of some giant beast.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked in a hoarse voice, his throat hurt as if it was burned by fire.

"A...kind-hearted person who is always willing to help others." The voice chuckled, "You can also call me...system."

System? Zhang Ling's heart was moved. Could it be that he had also caught up with the trend of time travel? However, this beginning was too bleak.

"Why did you bring me here?" Zhang Ling asked, suppressing his anger.

"To help you achieve your...revenge." The system's voice was bewitching. "Do you want revenge? Do you want those who killed your brother and destroyed your home to pay the price?"

Zhang Ling clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh. The tragic scene of Cangyun Ridge, the desperate cries of his brothers, and the flames of hatred burned fiercely in his heart.

"I want to!" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word.

"Very good." The system's voice was full of joy. "Then let's get started. First, you need to adapt to your new body."

Zhang Ling looked down and found that his clothes had turned into tattered animal skins, and his skinny body was covered with scars.

"What the hell is this?" He pulled at the animal hide in disgust.

"This is your new identity, a slave of the desert tribe." The system said coldly, "If you want revenge, you must survive first."

Slave? Zhang Ling was furious. He was an anti-Japanese hero, but he had fallen to this state!

"Are you kidding me?" he roared at the sky.

"I never play tricks on people." The system's voice was calm. "This is a test you must go through. Only after overcoming numerous difficulties can you gain the power of revenge."

"What power?" Zhang Ling forced himself to calm down.

"In this world, there is a mysterious power called... spiritual power." The system explained, "People with spiritual power can control the elements, move mountains and fill the sea, and have the power to destroy the world."

Spiritual power? Zhang Ling was filled with curiosity. This sounded like a setting from some fantasy novel.

"How do I gain spiritual power?" he asked impatiently.

"Complete the tasks I issued, and you will gain spiritual power." The system said, "Your first task is... to survive for three days."

Survive for three days? Zhang Ling looked around. The desolate desert and the scorching sun were simply hellish!

"You're playing with me!" he roared.

"No, I'm giving you a chance." The system's voice was cold and ruthless. "If you can't even survive three days, what qualifications do you have to talk about revenge?"

Zhang Ling was silent. He knew that the system was right. If he wanted revenge, he had to survive first.

He stood up staggeringly and walked towards the depths of the desert. With the scorching sun overhead and yellow sand filling the sky, he felt as if he were in a huge furnace.