Chapter 273: The Grey Fog Disperses
What is a legend?
In Muria's eyes, people like his father Ansol can be called legends!
Taking a casual stroll, spotting a Power-Ability Dragon that could be a future rival and choosing to outright beat it up and drag it home. Or when bored, risking the Abyss to refine their martial arts, killing a few demon lords, and bringing their corpses home as tree fertilizer.
Or like Ron, the human sword sage who taught him swordsmanship. Although he was born humble and of a lowly bloodline, he refused to be mediocre. He sought self-improvement unceasingly, challenging and surpassing his limits time after time.
Even when advancing to the realm of legends, possessing the power to establish a kingdom, he remained true to himself, unmoved by external matters. He honed and tempered himself amidst life and death, continuously challenged various formidable beings.
"The legend just now should be among the bottom feeders in their human race." Hearing Muria's words, Fiona sneered.