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Birth of the Demonic Sword

"So, that's how my life ends, what a waste of time it was...". These were the last thoughts of a young man, shot by accident in a fight between local gangs. Little did he know that he would soon wake up in another world, a world of cultivation! This is the story of the whoreson of a wealthy family, of a transmigrator that had no purpose in his previous life, of a demon that will make power his reason to keep on living. Noah Balvan, after he transmigrated, will have to fight against his social status and the many difficulties of the world he was reborn in to obtain the power to stand free in the sky above anyone! Follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/EoCNovels Instagram: eocnovels Discord link: https://discord.gg/CNh28NP Cover artist: https://digitalrowye.com/ Fandom: https://botds.fandom.com/wiki/Birth_of_the_Demonic_Sword_Wiki

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230. Wrong

A rank 4 body was extremely strong, inhuman even.

However, falling for a few hundred meters and landing while holding a person was too much even for those that had it.

Phoebe felt as if her legs were going to break.

Yet, they held on and she also managed to save Manuel who was still in her arms.

"Get off, I need to sit."

Phoebe said, waiting for Manuel to realize that he had been saved.

"Thank you so much! You saved my life, please take this."

Manuel took out a potion from his space-ring and handed it to Phoebe who accepted it without saying a word.

She then sat on the ground stretched her legs to speed up their recovery.

The injury wasn't bad but it still required a few days of rest to completely heal.

'What are they doing here? I thought that this danger zone wouldn't attract anyone. Wait, isn't that Manuel?'

Noah thought, looking at them.

He had retracted his wings out of habit, in case the two cultivators were hostile and tried to attack him.