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Unfortunate Hero's Retirement Life

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, stories or events, are fictitious! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ At the most unfortunate day which also the luckiest day for Xing Heero, his village was attacked by a specter. He lost family, his childhood sweetheart, he lost everything. However, on the same day, the strongest man called Saint picked him up as his disciple. After years of training under the strongest man, Saint. To fulfill his Grandfather's dream to be a Great Hero, Heero started his career as a Hero. Heero was determined to kill specter and would not let any child experienced the same experience as him. However, maybe he had used all his luck to get the strongest man as his Master. Somehow, all of his achievement was stolen by the other heroes. The unfortunate event kept happening to Heero which led all of his achievement being robbed by the other Heroes. In the last of his unfortunate event, he tried to kill God Specter, but it only ended him up sealed in Eternal Ice. The last moment before Heero lost consciousness, he vowed he would retire as Hero. "Father! Mother! I will be obedient! I will stop to be Hero and continue our family line, please release me from this Eternal Ice!"

HotIce · Fantasy
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366 Chs

Old Man Wu's Contribution

The first thing that came to the guests' minds was the Xing Auction House up to mischief. It was either the sword was fake or the reinforced steel that the owner of the street vendor was fake.

However, Heero had anticipated this and it was not a big issue.

"You might think we are cheating, but we are not! If you don't believe us, you can choose one or two people to come up to the stage. You can check whether the reinforced steel is fake or not!"

"I will be doing it!" Wu Shitian voiced his thoughts and approached the reinforced steel that was cut by the owner of the street vendor.

He placed his hand, touching the reinforced and closed his eyes.

'This is real reinforced steel, don't tell me it's the sword?'

Wu Shitian looked at the sword in his hand, flabbergasted.

Still not believing such a consciousness in the sword, the old man swung the sword at the first reinforced steel.

Clang!