I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

I was fighting on the battlefield I had chosen, but the situation was far from favorable. About a minute into the battle in the snake's mouth, I started longing for the Ring Sword I had given to Carzakh.

Ugh...

If I had known this would happen, I would've kept it. My fists were my primary weapon, but in moments like this, when conserving energy was critical, a sword would've been ideal. Its basic attack power surpassed that of the fists.

My external techniques were pitifully underdeveloped, forcing me to channel my internal energy continuously to deal with these hatchlings. If I tried to fight them barehanded, I would quickly tear my muscles and shatter my bones.

I would've died long ago if not for the poison from Osel's dagger, which I converted into internal energy using the Extreme Yang Qi it contained.

Looking back, was it fair to dismiss that moment as good luck?

Could being hit by the dagger have been the catalyst for some great fate?

This wild thought was a distraction, so I refocused on the fight.

My body was burning.

I was punching, kicking, and tearing through the snake hatchlings that...