Chapter 38: Inheritor

At the same time, two huge holographic projections appeared in the distance, displaying relevant information.
Zheng Shui. Inheritor. Fourth order.
Song Zijin, a person with supernatural spirit. Fourth order.
"Inheritor?"
Chu Xuan knew this name for the first time, and couldn't help but whispered.
At this time, a young man sat beside Chu Xuan and said, "Brother, you haven't heard of inheritors. It's normal. After all, their existence is even rarer than those with high-level abilities."
Hearing this, Chu Xuan suddenly became curious and said, "Oh. How do you say?"
"Haha, it's not something worth keeping secret anyway, I'll just talk about it roughly." The young man seemed to be a talkative person. Said with a smile.
"After the end of the world, some humans will awaken to various abilities. They are the abilities in our mouth. Their strength can be continuously enhanced through independent training."
Chu Xuan nodded, because he also knew all this.
The young man's voice changed. Then he said: "But there are still some people, unlike the supernatural beings, there is an unfamiliar memory in their minds inexplicably."
"Like the inheritance in various novels?" Chu Xuan asked casually.
"Yes." The young man nodded. Said. "These people can rely on the method in their memory to practice. Thus they can gain powerful strength."
"So that's the case." Chu Xuan nodded somewhat clearly. Seeing the appearance of Zheng Shui holding a long sword, he thought it should be the inheritance of sword repair.
What am I? Inheritor? Or a zombie? Chu Xuan couldn't help thinking in his heart.
He shook his head, and threw the messy thoughts behind him. Chu Xuan looked at the two facing each other on the platform and asked, "That's right. Why do these two have a life and death duel? Where can Tier 4 strength live well?"
"Hey, it is said that these two people are fighting for a woman." The young man said with a smile.
Then he shook his head and sighed with a sigh: "Hey, since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by Beauty Pass, and ancient people sincerely don't deceive me."
Chu Xuan shook his head and retorted: "Although this is the case, it's just that their approach is improper."
"Perhaps what you said makes sense." The young man sighed, "But in these last days, it is really hard to take care of children's love, so it is better to join the army and make contributions."
During the conversation, the two on the platform had already met.
Zheng Shui, dressed in white, took the initiative and rushed towards Song Zijin with a long sword in his hand, leaving behind a vague afterimage.
Seeing this, Song Zijin snorted and waved the long whip in his hand.
With a crisp sound, the long whip slammed into the air.
Zheng Shui's figure also appeared, and he saw that he ran his long sword across his chest, which could withstand the attack.
Seeing this, Song Zijin smiled at the corner of his mouth, and invisible mental power radiated from his body.
As if sensing something, Zheng Shui's pupils suddenly shrank, and his figure suddenly swept backward.
"Can you run away?" Song Zijin whispered.
Afterwards, the long whip covered with barbed thorns unexpectedly got out of his palm, attacking Zheng Shui like a dragon!
"Sword-holding style." Seeing this, Zheng Shui whispered.
Holding a long sword, an invisible sword intent radiated from his body.