Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"I want to go back!" Zhang Ling stood up suddenly and ran in one direction. He wanted to go back, back to his world, back to his comrades.

"Don't waste your energy. You can't go back." The system's voice was a little mocking. "This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Without strength, you are nothing."

Zhang Ling stopped walking, he understood that what the system said was true. In this strange world, he had no relatives, no money, and he didn't even know the way back home.

"How can I become stronger?" Zhang Ling took a deep breath. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to make himself stronger, strong enough to survive in this world, strong enough to find the way back.

"It's simple. Complete the mission and get the reward." The system's voice sounded again, "Your first mission is to survive."

"Survive?" Zhang Ling smiled bitterly. It was not easy to survive in this desolate desert.

"Ding! Task released: Find water source." The system's voice interrupted Zhang Ling's thoughts.

Looking for water? Zhang Ling looked around. The sky was filled with yellow sand. Where was the water?

"System, are you kidding me?" Zhang Ling couldn't help but complain.

"Host, please do not question the authority of the system." The system's voice was cold, "Complete the task, and you can survive."

Zhang Ling sighed helplessly. He knew that complaining was useless now. He could only think of a way to find water first.

He walked hard in the desert under the scorching sun, dragging his exhausted body. The wind and sand made it hard for him to open his eyes, his mouth was dry, and his throat felt like it was on fire.

Just when he was about to despair, he saw a hint of green in the distance.

"Oasis!" Zhang Ling was delighted and quickly ran towards the oasis.

As we got closer, the oasis became clearer and clearer, with tall date palm trees, lush bushes and clear springs forming a vibrant picture.

Zhang Ling couldn't wait to run to the spring, scooped up the cool spring water and drank it in big gulps.

“Gudong gudong…”

The sweet spring water moistened his throat and made him feel alive again.

"Ding! Mission completed, reward: basic swordsmanship." The system's voice sounded.

Zhang Ling was stunned. Basic swordsmanship? What is this?

"Basic swordsmanship, as the name suggests, is the most basic swordsmanship." The system explained, "In this world, the sword is the main weapon. Only by learning swordsmanship can you better protect yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of information flooded into Zhang Ling's mind, which was about the moves and techniques of basic swordsmanship.

Zhang Ling closed his eyes and carefully felt the information in his mind.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in them.

He picked up a branch, imitated the basic sword techniques in his mind, and began to practice.

"Shuashuashua..."

The branches left afterimages in the air. Although the movements were still a little clumsy, they already had some of the charm of swordsmanship.

"Yes, this boy is teachable." The system's voice carried a hint of appreciation.

Zhang Ling ignored the system's praise and continued to practice swordsmanship. He knew that in this strange world, only by constantly becoming stronger could he survive.

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

He looked up and saw a group of people on camels walking towards the oasis.

These people were dressed strangely, had ferocious faces, and held all kinds of weapons in their hands. It was obvious at first glance that they were not good people.

Zhang Ling's heart tightened, he knew that trouble was coming.

He clenched the branch in his hand and looked at the approaching group warily.

The leader was a burly man with a full beard. He rode on a tall camel, holding a scimitar in his hand and scanning the oasis with fierce eyes.

"Boss, there's an oasis here!" a thin man shouted excitedly, pointing at the oasis.

"Haha, God is helping me!" The bearded man laughed, "Brothers, we can enjoy ourselves today!"

"Boss, there seems to be someone there!" another man pointed at Zhang Ling and said.

The bearded man followed his men's gaze and saw Zhang Ling standing by the spring.

"Boy, which tribe are you from?" the bearded man asked loudly.

Zhang Ling did not answer. He held the branch tightly in his hand. He knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.

Zhang Ling did not speak, but silently clenched the branch in his hand. He picked up this branch at random from the edge of the oasis. It was not thick and even a little bent, but at this moment, it was his only weapon.

Seeing that Zhang Ling did not answer, the bearded man's face darkened and he asked again: "Boy, I'm asking you a question! Which tribe are you from? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!"

Zhang Ling took a deep breath. He knew that today's battle was unavoidable. He raised his head, stared coldly at the bearded man, and said, "I am not from any tribe."

"Not from any tribe?" The bearded man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "So, you are a tramp? Haha, a tramp dares to act wild in my territory? Brothers, come on, arrest him!"

At the order given by the bearded man, the people behind him immediately jumped off the camels, waving their weapons and rushing towards Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling did not dare to delay. He waved the branch in his hand and went forward.

"Shuashuashua..."

The branches left afterimages in the air. Although Zhang Ling's swordsmanship was still unfamiliar, he relied on the basic sword techniques in his mind to barely block the attacks of several people.

"This kid is quite capable!" a thin man said in surprise.

"Hmph, just a trifle!" The bearded man snorted coldly, "Let's fight together and end this quickly!"

The crowd surrounded him again, and Zhang Ling's pressure suddenly doubled.

He struggled to hold off the attacks, but his physical strength was limited after all, and gradually he became overwhelmed.

"boom!"

A sturdy man punched Zhang Ling in the chest. Zhang Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and the branch in his hand fell out of his hand.

"Boy, prepare to die!" The sturdy man grinned, raised the big knife in his hand and chopped down at Zhang Ling.

At the critical moment, Zhang Ling's body suddenly turned to the side instinctively, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

The big knife hit the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Zhang Ling took the opportunity to roll to the side, picked up the branches on the ground, and stood up again.

"Damn, this kid is quite tenacious!" The sturdy man rushed up again, cursing.

Zhang Ling knew that he had reached his limit. If he didn't think of a solution, he would probably die here.

He took a deep breath, endured the pain in his body, and waved the branch in his hand again.

"Fight!"

Zhang Ling roared and used a basic sword technique called "Sweeping the Enemy Army".

The branch drew an arc in the air and swept towards everyone with a fierce momentum.

"what!"

"Ouch!"

Several people who were unable to dodge were hit by the branches, screamed, and fell to the ground.

"What?" The bearded man's face changed drastically when he saw this.

He didn't expect that this seemingly frail boy could have such powerful strength.

"Let's go together and kill him!" roared the bearded man.

The crowd rushed forward again and surrounded Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling knew that he had no way out.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, mobilized all the internal energy in his body, and poured it into the branch in his hand.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the branches suddenly exploded, turning into countless fragments and flying in all directions.

"what!"

"what!"

......

Screams rang out one after another, and those who besieged Zhang Ling were hit one after another and fell to the ground.

The bearded man was also hit by several pieces of debris. He screamed and retreated repeatedly.

Zhang Ling opened his eyes and looked at the people lying on the ground, but there was no joy in his heart.

He knew that this was only temporary. If the bearded man had other subordinates, he would probably still not be able to escape death.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force surging from his body, which made him feel stronger than ever before.

He looked down and saw that his body was emitting a faint golden light.

"This is......"

Before Zhang Ling had time to think about it, he heard a voice sounding in his mind.

"Congratulations host, you have activated your golden body!"

Golden body? What is this?

Before Zhang Ling had time to ask, he saw the bearded man stood up again, his eyes full of anger and fear.

"Kid, who are you?" the bearded man roared.

Zhang Ling did not answer. He slowly stood up, feeling the surging power in his body, with a sneer on his lips.

"The person who killed you."

In the wind and sand, the heavy footsteps of the camel were getting closer and closer. Zhang Ling could even smell the strange smell of sweat and livestock in the air. He clenched the branch in his hand, and sweat oozed from his palm. The branch was so thin that it was more of a placebo than a weapon.

The bearded man's camel stopped in front of Zhang Ling. He looked down at Zhang Ling like a beast sizing up its prey. "Boy, let me ask you again, which tribe are you from?" He asked in a muffled voice, his tone full of impatience.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. "I'm not from any tribe."

The bearded man narrowed his eyes, a fierce light flashing in his eyes. "Not from any tribe? Then he is a tramp? A tramp dares to occupy our oasis?"

Zhang Ling knew that it was useless to reason with these people. "The oasis belongs to everyone. Whoever gets there first gets it."

"Haha!" The bearded man laughed up to the sky, his laughter full of mockery, "Boy, you are so arrogant! Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know and I don't want to know." Zhang Ling replied coldly.

The bearded man's face darkened, and the men behind him began to clamor.

"Boss, stop talking nonsense to him and just chop him up!"

"Yes! Let him know how powerful we are!"

The bearded man raised the scimitar in his hand, pointed at Zhang Ling and said, "Boy, I'll give you one last chance. Submit to me and I can spare your life!"

Zhang Ling knew that this battle today was inevitable. He tightly grasped the branch in his hand and took a defensive posture.

"Then come on!"

At the order given by the bearded man, his men behind him rushed forward.

Although Zhang Ling had never learned real swordsmanship, the basic swordsmanship also allowed him to master some basic moves. He nimbly dodged the attacks and stabbed the enemy with the branch in his hand from time to time.

"what!"

A thin man was hit in the eye by a branch. He screamed and fell to the ground, covering his eyes.

Seeing this, the others were a little afraid and did not dare to approach Zhang Ling easily.