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Murim: Struggle of the Weak

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, one orphaned boy must fight to survive. Abandoned and alone, he wanders the gritty streets, barely scraping by on the scraps of a broken society. But when a mysterious figure plucks him from the gutter and throws him into an abyss-like prison, he realizes his life is about to change forever. Trapped in this dark, forbidding place, he discovers the secrets of cultivation - a powerful system of strength and skill that can elevate him from a lowly beggar to a powerful warrior. But with rival factions vying for dominance and treacherous enemies lurking around every corner, the journey to the top will be fraught with danger. Fueled by the burning desire to rise above his humble beginnings, he sets out on a path of relentless training and unyielding determination. Even if he doesn't possess the innate talent of a genius, he will practice a thousand times harder. Even if his potential is limited, he will crawl his way to the top or die trying. Welcome to the World of Murim, where survival is the ultimate goal and the strong rule. Follow the epic journey of one orphaned boy as he fights to claim his place in a brutal, unforgiving world.

Adamo_Amet · Fantasi Timur
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149 Chs

Chapter no.96 Battle in Unison: A Tapestry of Martial Essence.

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The cacophony of the labyrinth seemed to fade into the background as Nayara steadied herself, her remaining hand gripping the bolo whip with a determination that belied her weakened state. The whip was an extension of herself, its braided leather imbued with her martial essence. It served as her lifeline in the face of the monstrous adversary before her.

In response to the minotaur's imminent charge, Nayara's crystal mirror lanterns flared brightly, their ethereal glow washing over her. The crystal mirrors began to shift and morph, their gleaming surfaces reflecting not only the monstrous figure of the minotaur but also Nayara herself. The lanterns spun around her in a rhythmic dance, their rotations casting a 360° view of the battlefield onto their polished surfaces. This served as Nayara's eyes, her omnidirectional perception compensating for her physical exhaustion.