The Four Swords - Chapter 100: Punch

This is a therapeutic romance novel that mixes psychology and science fiction.

[WSA 2024 Entry][3-5 daily chapers update]“BOOM!”Tron's body smashed through seven mountains, shattering them to dust as shockwaves destroyed everything in a twenty mile radius!But by a stroke of luck, he managed to survive.[DING!][Host's has received an attack from a Crimson Void Dragon God][Host's muscles will begin to adapt to the same level of power.][DING!][Congratulations Host, You now possess the strength of a God-level Magus!]* * *In a world where magic reign supreme, Tron Mahoraga was rendered crippled, his Magical Cortex destroyed, used as an experiment for an Arch Magus.However...[Ding! Congratulations! Ultimate Evil Matrix System Activated!][ERROR!!! Arcane Cortex not detected!!!][Multiversal Law Of Survival Activated][Randomly increasing one of host's ability... ][Ding! Supreme Muscle Adaptation acquired: Host's Cells can adapt 10,000× times faster than regular human]

I was reincarnated into the world of Academy City.Since things turned out this way, I decided to aim for a decent job and live a happy life.As long as I catch the villains who will become the Great Villain, there shouldn’t be any problems.“Greetings. I am Ahn Woo-jin, a second-year student and the 45th Disciplinary Committee Leader this year.”And so, I became the Disciplinary Committee Leader, leading the top-ranked enforcement squad.

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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