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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.95 The Awakening of Martial Essence

[ POV Change ]

The monstrous Minotaur cornered Nayara, a horrifying grin etched on its grotesque face. Its breath, rancid and hot, washed over her, fueling her determination. But her heart was heavy with the sight of her husband's lifeless body, lying nearby. His strength was drained, and his spirit shattered after a brutal assault.

At that moment, Nayara drew upon her mastery of the Meteor's Dance Bolo Whip Style. Her hands danced as she whipped out her bolo, the leather weapon singing through the air.

Nayara, with a swift and calculated movement, executed the Asteroid Bind. The bolo whip, like a relentless predator, coiled around the Minotaur's colossal leg. She gritted her teeth, summoning every ounce of her strength, and yanked the whip back. The Minotaur, off-balance and disoriented, stumbled and missed its intended assault.