Ten Thousand Bones Cave

  Skeletons are arranged in a vast bone sea, with a glance showing eerie and strange sights. On the top of the giant cliff, there are also thousands of white bones hanging, making this Wan Gu Cave a notorious place.

  Actually, the Thousand Bones Cave itself is not dangerous at all, but once blood spreads out, the vultures in the high sky will attack it. In ancient times, there was a ritual called "Tianzang" (Sky Burial), where people were placed alive in such places to be pecked and eaten by vultures and other large birds.

  "My god, it's too strong! Is this guy really a new player like us?" A surprised voice came from the hidden rocks, and when they looked closely, they saw Ye Dongchen and his five teammates hiding carefully 500 meters outside of Wangu Cave.

  They were about to move forward, but Ye Dongchen stopped them. He always felt that taking another step would lead to being discovered and bringing disaster upon themselves. Just as they were marveling at the terror of the Forgotten Dust, one after another, the traveling hunters who came next all fell under his butcher's knife.

  At this moment, their gaze towards Wang Chen was an undisguised fervent stare. In the era of war and chaos, the strong would forever be revered by others, even if it was just within the game.

  Ye Dongchen gazed at his figure, staring at the butcher knife in his hand and his unwavering gaze, deeply moved. A desire to become stronger and a thought that had been brewing in his heart began to sprout, he wanted to become stronger, to be like him, standing alone and unshakeable.

  The butcher knife, about one meter long, lightly fell to the ground with a chill, its tip stained with dust and dirt. He stood still, standing upright among the surrounding corpses, his body under the scorching sun twisting like flames.

  Wang Chen's gaze remained fixed on the not-too-distant horizon, where it seemed someone was waiting for him.

  "So strong, with the same eyes as that night... This is the real him...." Snow fell and she could never forget that snowy night, the first glance of Forget Dust still made her unable to forget.

  Those were a pair of eyes like the god of death, looking at anything without any emotional factors, and it seemed that only his own world was left in his eyes.

  Gulu

  Ye Dongchen's companions swallowed hard, then said with some alarm: "Have you noticed that the atmosphere is not right? It seems to be shrouded in a dark haze over there, and suddenly this strong wind is blowing. Clearly, the scorching sun was just shining brightly."

  The sudden change made them feel a different atmosphere from afar, the strong gust of wind and the sudden dark clouds covering the sky, this feeling was as if it was the eve of doomsday...

  "Don't speak, just watch. We can just watch this battle from a distance." Ye Dongchen had an indescribable feeling, his whole body trembling with the impending battle, and his intuition told him that quietly watching this battle would make him grow.

  "Look, someone's coming, it's the leader of that group." The sound sent made the remaining people even more tense.

  "Has he arrived?" The Wandering Dust, amidst the raging wind, slowly opened his eyes. What entered his vision was the turbulent dust and sand, and within his line of sight appeared a black-clad man in a tight-fitting sword robe...

  The BOSS of the Hunter's Guild, Dark Swordsman. A legendary swordsman who fell into darkness and traded his soul for immense power...

  Eyes open, an unprecedented solemn expression floated on Wang Chen's face. This would be the strongest player opponent he had encountered since entering the game. In his previous life, Wang Chen had already left at this time, so he didn't know what kind of development would follow next.

  There are rumors about the Dark Knights, but Forgetting Dust is just a rumor. Those who offer their souls to the devil will become emotionless and inhumane killing machines, but this Dark Knight can control his anger and even shed tears for his fallen comrades...

  Not bad, those two clear tear marks are clearly visible.

  "What are these tears worth, when I've watched my own comrades die at my hands and done nothing?" Forgotten Dust knew, yes, he had known from the start that this cold-blooded dark swordsman had witnessed the deaths of all his companions and simply chose to stand by and watch.

  "Ten years, twenty years... It's been twenty years since that thing happened, and the youngest one by my side has already had fifteen years of time." The Dark Swordsman's muttering caused Wàng Chén to furrow his brow.

  "Ten or twenty years, even if it's a stone heart, shouldn't it be moved? Aren't they your companions?" The Dark Swordsman's calmness exceeded Wucheng's imagination, but this world was not lacking in such apathetic people, he just felt a little regretful.

  Human nature is actually so cold and indifferent.

  "Do you know why I watched them being killed by you with my eyes wide open? I thought it would be easy to save them, and even easier to kill you." The Dark Swordsman still spoke in a cold tone, but Forgetting Dust didn't take his words lightly. He knew that the opponent was telling the truth, and if he had acted earlier, he would have definitely fallen into a bitter struggle.

  "So, what's your reason?"

  "Watching helplessly as companions are killed, is this what a party leader should do?" The calm dialogue hid the struggle between human nature. Wudu hated people like that the most, but he couldn't change anything because it was all caused by this cruel world.

  "Why? Is that even necessary? Twenty years is long enough, I'm tired of living with these idiots. It's time to leave this place, kill you and be done with it. They've earned me enough wealth and equipment over the years, I've gotten what I wanted." The dark swordsman revealed a hideous smile, twenty years of emotions now worthless.

  "Are you still human?" The cold and indifferent words stirred up the anger in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of his companions. He thought about the group of corpses in front of him that were gradually fading away with a white glow, and yet he showed... pity.

  "A human? Hahaha... How can I be a human? In this world, humans are fundamentally unable to survive."

  "So you're willing to let your soul fall and become a walking corpse?"

  "Shut up, do you think I don't know your plan? Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? The only thing that surprised me in this whole chase is that you actually arrived at the Mausoleum of Ten Thousand Bones one step ahead of me. You little brat, you're probably not an ordinary newcomer either?"

  "But there's no need to pursue that, whoever you are and whatever your identity is, today you will die here." The Dark Swordsman's words were self-contradictory, but Wàng Chén knew that the real battle had just begun.

  Because, the Dark Knight has drawn his sword!!

  Selling one's soul to the devil, gaining immense power, the terror of a dark knight. Forgotten Dust had personally experienced it before, that dark knight was one of the most terrifying enemies he had ever encountered.

  "I don't know how far this guy's dark skills have reached." In this battle, Wudu was unable to predict the outcome, he drew out his slaughter knife and made preparations for battle, throwing himself wholeheartedly into the fight.

  The dark swordsman laughed: "Your initial plan seemed to be to kill all of my teammates and then duel me one-on-one, thinking that would give you an advantage, right?"

  "What's the big deal?" Wàng Chén's eyes never left his figure in sight, but even so, a shocking scene still occurred. The Dark Swordsman transformed into a black extreme shadow and appeared right in front of him before he could react.

  And with the hilt of the black sword tip at his own neck, gurgling, swallowing a mouthful of water seemed to touch the black blade.

  Fast, at least in the current stage of Wàng Chén (Forget Dust) it is impossible to reach this speed, and this guy gives himself an unbeatable terrible idea.

  A sneer with a hint of cold ridicule towards the forgetful dust, as if mocking his overconfidence: "Do you understand? The gap between us. Don't worry, I'm not an unfeeling person, I will avenge my companions. You should have three lives, huh? After tormenting you to the point of being worse than dead, I'll let you go to hell to accompany them."

  "On the road to the Yellow Spring, don't be lonely, brothers. I will soon make those who killed you accompany you in burial!!"

  The black sword spun, sending out waves of dark energy. Forgotten Dust dared not be careless, holding up his knife to block the sword's fierce edge. The knife and sword clashed, sparks flying everywhere as the sound of metal ringing echoed back and forth within the valley.

  "Thousand Blade Slaughter!!"

  "Blazing Slash!!" A slash of flames that explodes at the speed of friction with the air, cutting through the air with a tearing sound, heading straight for the opponent. At the same time, Forget Dust's left fist condensed an inconspicuous white flame.

  In a flash of lightning, a moment's pause can be fatal. The dark swordsman will inevitably dodge the sword that has been forgotten in the dust and overlook the power of his fist.

  "Fivefold Fist!!"

  At the same time mastering both weapon and fist attacks, it's almost unheard of among newcomers. The Dark Swordsman also clearly discovered that Wang Chen had a talent for this.

  "If I use my sword to block his attack, I will expose a gap in my defense and be hit by his fist." The Dark Swordsman saw through Wang Chen's attacking pattern in an instant, and while he was amazed at his talent, there was more of a cold smile.

  Wang Chen's feint was a knife, but his real attack was a fist. However, he overlooked one thing that brought him a fatal blow.

  The Dark Swordsman indeed blocked his knife, and Wàng Chén launched the Fivefold Fist's might without hesitation. This strike caused half of the Dark Swordsman's waist to explode. With one successful hit, before a hint of joy could appear on Wàng Chén's face, he encountered the most lethal blow.

  "Hmph...Hmph..." The sudden burst of laughter made Wang Chen sense that something was off, but by the time he came to his senses and wanted to retreat, it was already too late.

  "This is terrible!!!"

  "The first life is taken." The black sword flashed, its sharp edge gleaming with a terrifying strike that hit Wang Chen's chest, instantly splashing blood everywhere!!

  Since entering the game, in the course of historical events, Wang Chen encountered his strongest enemy.

  The powerful swordsman who fell into darkness!!!

  A fight to the death!

  (Got a trip in the morning, and the third shift was extended to 4 pm! Begging for flowers, VIPs, seals, PKs, and all kinds of support. Kneeling down to everyone here)