The distant rustling of footsteps approached, and Meng Yu took a deep breath as he surveyed his surroundings once more.
This factory was the battleground he had prepared for the final fight, and now the time was nearly upon him.
Over a month of battling, life-and-death struggles, had matured him greatly, and his swordsmanship had advanced by leaps and bounds.
As for the spoils.
After accounting for previous losses, he had twelve intact sets of soft armor, six sets of metal armor, various types of breastplates including neck protectors and so on, thirty-one first-grade weapons such as swords, knives, spears, and even shields, seven storage rings filled with all sorts of alchemical elixirs, cultivation items, as well as insights into martial training from various individuals.
To kill and to set fires was the way to the gold belt, it was as simple as that.
The sound of rustling came from afar, and the early warning formations that had been set up suddenly lit up.
