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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.

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Chapter no.79 Witch of the Night

[ POV Change ]

As I sprinted towards the colossal worm, my white roaring Kyrin's Martial Skeleton kicked in, and the world around me seemed to slow down. I felt a surge of Spiritual Qi course through my veins, empowering me with incredible strength and agility. With each step, I closed the distance between us at an astonishing pace, my saber gleaming menacingly in the fading sunlight.

The worm, sensing my approach, swung one of its massive, armored segments at me. I executed the Seven Star Saber Arts: Foutte Nebula, swirling and evading the blow with elegance, before launching a powerful counterstrike. As the segment sailed past me, I spotted a gap in its armor and utilized the Seven Star Saber Art: Crescent Moon technique, gracefully slicing through the air and into the exposed flesh. The creature let out an ear-splitting screech, its pain and anger reverberating through the air.