[Ding, simulation starting...]
[Ding, Talent refresh in progress...]
[Congratulations! You have refreshed the following talent:]
[Master of backflips(white grade): you are easily able to accomplish all kinds of backflips]
"Huh?", Lin Fang's face morphed into confusion, "where are my two other talents? Are you trying to scam me?"
[The number of talents refreshed isn't fixed, it fully depends on the host's luck]
Lin Fang rolled his eyes and chose the only talent refreshed, "Looks like you really want me to perform in a circus."
[Talent selected successfully. Simulation starting…]
[At 18 years old, you killed three men in the inn demonstrating your third rank martial artist strength]
[The very next day, as soon as you stepped out of your house you were met with a hail of arrows]
[You fought valiantly killing several men, you even used backflips to dodge the arrows, but you were outnumbered and your qi was depleted]
[A fast saber cut through your throat and you took your last breath unwillingly]
[due to your death, the simulation is ending]
Lin Fang's expression turned dark, "I want to spare them but they are courting death!".
He was fairly certain that the ambush was organized by the villagers, after all the young eagle village is known for having good archery techniques.
As for the saber that took his life he wasn't sure, after all almost every gangster in this village wields one.
[Ding, reward generation successful. You can choose one of the following rewards:]
[1-Cultivation realm at the age of 18]
[2-white talent master of backflips]
[3-life experience at the age of 18]
"Wait, so even the rewards are random. I didn't get the combat experience option this time", he exclaimed.
He unhesitantly chose life experience, because the other two options were completely useless.
Instantly, a bunch of memories appeared in his mind. They were the detailed memories of the simulated Lin Fang.
Lin Fang's eyes flashed with rage, the vivid experiences in his mind seemed as if they were truly his.
According to these memories, the village hunters which were the strongest individuals in the village, all of them unranked martial artists bordering on the third rank, teamed up with the leader of the Flame Skull Gang to ambush him.
He had even asked them mid-fight why they want to kill him, and they answered disdainfully, that a trash like him who was always suppressed, suddenly became a third rank martial artist at just 18 years old, if they didn't cut the grass from the roots now, then their whole village will risk annihilation.
Lin Fang stood up grabbing the bloodied club, "Well since you are seeking death, then I don't mind granting your wish".
Meanwhile, in the village head's house, a dozen men were sitting at a round table with gloomy faces.
"Are we sure he is a third rank martial artist? We never saw him at the unranked stage before", one of the burly men wondered aloud.
"He definitely is a third rank martial artist. No unranked martial artist could punch a hole through someone"
"He could have been hiding his strength before, bidding his time until he could have enough strength to take revenge."
"But the real question is who gave him a cultivation technique?"
A frail old man with a long white beard interjected, "I have just seen the bodies, there are scorch marks on their wounds. It can only be the technique of the Flame Skull Gang"
A collective gasp rang out from the burly men.
"Are you sure village head?"
"Did he join the Flame Skull gang? If he did then it would be better to just visit him to apologize"
The village head shook his head, "I already visited Len Jiang this evening, and he assured me that Lin Fang isn't a part of their gang."
Hearing his village hunters' sigh of relief, he continued, "He even offered to help us kill him once he heard that Lin Fang has his gang's cultivation technique"
"Great! With him on board, killing Lin Fang will be a piece of meat"
"The heavens favor our young eagle village!"
The village hunters' gloomy faces morphed into ecstasy as if injected with chicken blood, they couldn't wait to cut Lin Fang into a thousand pieces.
"Ungrateful! He can only blame himself. Our village raised him but he is biting the hand that fed him.", the old village head exclaimed in anger.
"So when are we ambushing him, village head?" asked a fierce man with a vertical scar on his face.
"We will meet with Len Jiang tomorrow morning at~"
BANG~~
The village head was interrupted when a big club suddenly crashed on his head, cracking his skull and giving him a swift end.
The village hunters stood up hurriedly, their faces filled with horror and panic as they saw the face that they didn't want to see the most.
Lin Fang, his long black hair cascading down his back, gazed at the dozen of fierce men coldly.
Till the very end, the village head never knew that the man who he taught was dancing in the middle of his palm, was the one who would claim his life.
"You said you raised me right? Then I have come here today to pay back the favor, I will help send all of you on your way to heaven.", declared Lin Fang in a cold voice.
Swoosh~~
Before they could even respond, Lin Fang leaped towards the closest man, ending his life with a swing of his club.
The other hunters tried their best to resist using the furniture as weapons, but it was futile. They were as weak as ants in front of Lin Fang.
A couple of minutes later, the room returned to silence. Lin Fang stood in the middle of the room, blood all over his clothes, giving his handsome appearance a devilish charm.
"There is a huge difference between being prepared and not being prepared for a fight", he remarked, "if they had their bows and were positioned right, they would be a huge threat for me, but unprepared they were slaughtered like chickens."
His gaze then turned towards a certain direction, becoming sharp, "You're next Len Jiang".