Boom!
As dazzling lightning streaked across the sky of Atlanta, the entire city with a population of tens of millions was illuminated in a gloomy blue. Heavy rain began to pour down, and fine lines of rain instantly enveloped the entire city. As for the rumbling thunder, it sounded one after another, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks. It was so deafening that even the deaf could hear.
In a narrow and dark alley in the south of the City of Atlanta, a pale-faced young man was standing next to a puddle of water. He looked down at the unfamiliar face reflected in the water.
Li Mochen: Citizen of the United States of America. 16 years old. Also known as Andre Lee Wildenstein. Mixed blood. Third-level Magical Swordsman, student of Atlanta Linden College. His father, Li Chunchu (deceased), and his mother, Elena Wildenstein (deceased), ranked 19th in the Wildenstein family's succession line. Fifteen minutes ago, he suddenly died of unknown causes.
Tao Ran: Born in the Original Dome Realm. Entered the Divine Firmament Sect at the age of 10. Guided Qi into his body half a month later. Foundation Establishment at the age of 13. Connate at the age of 16. Golden Core at the age of 22. Nascent Soul at the age of 37. Mahayana at the age of 64. Conferred the title of "Divine Firmament Boundless Purple Void Immortal King" by the Langya Dynasty. His achievements were praised by all the immortals in the world as unprecedented.
In the 47th year of the Langya Dynasty, the Demonic Calamity broke out in the Original Dome Realm. Dragons and snakes rose from the land, and the Divine Firmament Sect was shaken. As the Divine Firmament Sect Master, he led all the immortal sects in an expedition for 24 years and killed all the demons. During the decisive battle, he broke through the wall of the sky and entered the boundless Taixu alone. He risked his life to chase after the Ninth Heaven Lust Demon, Dugu Tianyi.
Unfortunately, the ending was not very good. Although he killed the demon in the end, he fell into a situation where he almost perished together with the demon.
As the memory fragments in his mind were gradually sorted out by "Tao Ran", he could not help but rub his temples in annoyance. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar world in front of him.
It was a narrow alley with tall square buildings on both sides. Bright light shone through the windows. There were also colorful neon lights shining at the back doors of a few shops not far away. Even though it was shrouded in the stormy night, he could still see everything clearly.
According to the memory of the original owner of this body, this was the back street of the Atlanta Storm Stadium. He was here today to participate in a competition — the Integrated Cold Weapon Combat Competition organized by the NHSAA (National High School Athletic Association).
"What a strange world. What a thick essence of of of energy?"
After a while, the expression in Tao Ran's eyes became unusually rich. Apart from shock, there was even more vexation, regret, disappointment, uneasiness, and even hesitation.
Especially when he stretched out his finger and tried to condense his magic power at the tip of his finger. However, he was immediately engulfed by the feeling of weakness in his spirit and the sharp pain of being torn into pieces.
After borrowing a body to revive, his soul was heavily injured and his true essence was gone. In a short period of time, he might not be able to return …
Such a thought appeared clearly in Tao Ran's mind, causing his emotions to be in a mess.
The Nine Heaven Desire Demon Dugu Tianyi was already dead, but the five gods and demons under him were still alive and could still cause chaos in the world. There were still spies in the sect who were in charge of the core area of the mountain. There was also the current emperor of the Langya Dynasty who feared their Divine Cloud Sect and wanted to wipe them out. Apart from that, the Heaven Path Sect in the south was pretty much unscathed during the demon calamity. After this calamity, they would definitely covet the many spirit veins in the central plains.
This sect that was passed down for six thousand and three hundred years and handed over to him by his master was actually facing internal and external problems. It was riddled with holes and was in danger of being wiped out.
Torrential rain poured down, drenching Tao Ran from the inside out. At this moment, it was the beginning of winter and the wind was biting cold. However, the wet and cold feeling from the surface of his body was unable to extinguish the heat in his chest. He couldn't even slightly cool it down.
This was a heart demon!
From the moment these complicated thoughts started to appear in his mind ocean, Tao Ran had already noticed this point. His soul was heavily injured and he merged with Li Mochen's remnant soul, causing a huge flaw to appear in his almost perfect and flawless mental state cultivation.
At this moment, if his soul was seen as a city, then all the city walls were already in a state of collapse, allowing any demonic thoughts to enter and exit the city freely.
However, understanding was one thing, whether or not he could suppress this heart demon was another.
Tao Ran clenched his teeth, his hands tightly clasped into his palms. A red line had already appeared at the center of his brows, spreading like a spider web. Very quickly, it covered his entire face.
At this moment, someone patted his shoulder heavily. "Andre, you damned b * stard, why did you come all the way here? Even if you want to calm down, you don't need to run over and get drenched in the rain, right? Do you know that I am going crazy looking for you? "
Tao Ran's expression froze, and the light in his eyes gradually returned to normal. The blood-red lines on his face also quickly faded.
When he turned around, he saw a young black man of about fifteen or sixteen years of age, with light black skin and natural curly hair, standing behind him, panting.
In an instant, memories of this person appeared in Tao Ran's mind.
This was his good friend William Jacques, who lived in the same block as the original owner of this body. Not only was he the same age as him, but he also went to the same school. In addition to their similar bloodlines, after Li Mochen transferred to Linden Academy, the two of them quickly became inseparable friends.
However, Tao Ran did not know why, but a trace of displeasure floated in his heart, and it directly showed in his eyes.
“OK，OK！ Mo Chen, Ammo! I know you don't like me to call you André. "
William Jacques raised his hands, looking like he was surrendering, "Can you go back with me now? Your match will start in at most five minutes. If you forfeit because you are absent this time, our Miss Louise will probably explode in anger. "
"Louise? Louise Linden? "
Tao Ran felt that the name was somewhat familiar, and he could not help but murmur. At the same time, an image quickly flashed in his mind.
It was a girl with light golden hair that cascaded down like a waterfall. Her facial features were almost impeccable, and she was as exquisite and beautiful as a Barbie doll.
— Louise Linden, the only direct heir of the Linden family in Atlanta. Currently sixteen years old, a student of Linden Academy, and the president of the school's student council and the president of the Cold Weapon Mixed Martial Arts Club.
"Which other Louise could it be?"
William rolled his eyes, and then dragged his "good friend" inside. "You don't know, Ammo, but Elena and John Richardson suddenly said that they wanted to transfer schools right before the start of the match, and directly forfeited. Our club had a total of nineteen individual matches today, and we lost fifteen. If this goes on, we won't be able to gather enough points to participate in the group qualifiers in the first half of next year. How could our Eldest Miss endure this? Linden Academy's ranking in the whole of America will fall to the bottom of the valley. "
Tao Ran followed him in a daze, and at that moment, his mind was already filled with a large amount of information.
NHSAA, short for National High School Athletic Association (National High School Athletic Association), was an association formed by tens of thousands of high schools in the whole of America. Its main activities were the various sports leagues that were held every year.
Among them, the most popular were the Mixed Old Steel (MOS, Cold Weapon Mixed) and Mixed Martial Arts (MMA, Mixed Hand-to-Hand Combat).
— — In this world where magic was flourishing, and all kinds of ability users were popular. These two combat sports could be said to be the number one sport in the whole world, and the related competitions also had the largest audience.
And the National High School Athletic Association's Mixed Cold Weapon Competition and Mixed Hand-to-Hand Combat Competition were large-scale combat competitions in the whole of America, second only to the NCAA (National Collegiate Athletic Association).
For the many private schools in America that were proud of having and nurturing more magic professionals, the ranking and achievements in these two competitions was undoubtedly a matter of life and death — — it concerned their reputation, source of students, and the funding of the government.
And Louise Linden was not only the Miss of the Linden family, but also the future owner of Linden Academy.
She had condescended to give up the four elite academies where the children of the rich and powerful gathered, and entered Linden Academy to study. She shouldered the responsibility of reversing the decline of Linden Academy in cold weapon mixed combat in recent years, and obtaining a reasonable ranking for the academy.
"This time, your opponent is Ichabod from Cardigan Academy. I've asked around, this person is already a level four magic swordsman, and his swordsmanship is superb. Last year, when he was in tenth grade, he made it to the top 64 in the individual competition in Atlanta. Although that was due to luck, now that it's been a year, I'm sure his strength is now much stronger. So, I'm not too optimistic about the outcome of this battle. "
As William Jacques spoke, he smiled bitterly. "But even if you lose, you can't forfeit. In the club, no one expects you to win, but if you dare to forfeit, I bet you won't have a chance of getting the scholarship you want. Our Miss Louise is just fretting about not having a place to vent. Hey, hey, Ammo, at least give some reaction, why are you like a block of wood? Are you too nervous? OH，shit！”
At this moment, a female broadcast sounded in the corridor they were walking in, "P12 channel five, Ichabod Wood VS Andre Lee Wildenstein, starting at 20: 15 —"
William did not waste any more words, and pulled Tao Ran forward madly. The latter was still in a trance, overwhelmed by the information from the depths of the original owner's memory. But Tao Ran thought that this was fine, at least it was better than letting his imagination run wild and directly going berserk.
When he came back to his senses, he was already wearing a full set of armor-like protective gear, holding an unopened one-handed sword, pushed onto the arena by William Jacques.
And opposite him was an abnormally burly fellow, also wearing a set of protective gear, his face also hidden behind a helmet. His gaze was fierce, and there was a hint of a sneer. "Hey! "Boy, are you scared silly by my name, Ichabod?" If that's the case, then you still have one last chance, I'll allow you to surrender, this will save you some suffering. "
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