My Ability Is Role-playing

The sound of horse hooves was not the ordinary clip-clop of travelers’ steeds, but rather a dull roar like a sudden storm pounding the ground.

As these sounds kept approaching, the thunderous thumps of hooves striking the earth almost resembled the booming beat of war drums, shaking people’s eardrums painfully, and making their hearts race uncontrollably.

Hearing these hooves, Wan Haihao narrowed his eyes slightly, pressing down on the sword hilt. His posture seemed relaxed, but he was ready to unleash power at any moment, delivering a thunderous and deadly blow to any intruder.

The young swordsmen in the town had various reactions to the sound of the hooves, some were excited, their faces flushed, breathing becoming rapid, while others turned pale, shivering uncontrollably.

"This horse is definitely the Lan Qi from Wu Family’s Horse Field! When I traveled with my father, I saw it once, its color like the sky; you’d never mistake it if you had eyes!"

"I...I saw it once over ten years ago. The person riding such a horse single-handedly wiped out the entire Qiufeng Bandits, leaving the place awash in blood, not sparing even a chicken or dog!"

"Hmm? How do you know all this?"

"Just hearsay, don’t mind the details."

"I saw it! The knight carries the plaque of the Ranzhou Governor!"

"I heard a war is about to break out, are they recruiting Master Wan?"

"On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, blood rain and wind, but... with Master Wan’s abilities, he could surely carve out a path to become a marquis, ensuring generations of prosperity with his military achievements!"

"Master Wan has been deeply rooted in the town, never showing off, how did his reputation spread?"

"Peach and plum don’t speak, yet the path forms underneath. In the past ten years, Master Wan has trained many disciples, skilled in Sword Dao. Even if he doesn’t promote himself, those disciples show their talents soon like a sharp awl in a bag, revealing their edge!"

While the young swordsmen spoke, the knight had already entered the town, appearing before everyone.

The older townsfolk were anxious, wanting to take their children home but hesitant to approach.

For this stranger’s aura was too sharp, filling one with fear at first sight, even suspecting the man wielded Extraordinary Power.

Wan Haihao scrutinized the stranger.

A young man, robust, wearing lightweight black and red armor.

The most memorable feature was his height.

Wan Haihao thought himself tall among ordinary people, but the man seemed nearly a head taller.

Black hair, black eyes, tight-lipped, even without speaking, upon first meeting, Wan Haihao felt a solitary aura coming from him.

"Grandmaster Wan, I’ve heard much of your esteemed name!"

The tall young man dismounted his horse, gazing fervently at Wan Haihao, and spoke aloud: "Nice to meet you, I am the First Cavalry General under Ranzhou Governor, Song Chu!"

"Here is my identity token."

Despite the Cavalry General’s openness, his tone carried a stiffness, seemingly from not speaking to people for a long time.

Ranzhou Governor referred to the highest authority in this domain, Ma Ran!

Wan Haihao was not surprised, aware his fame would attract recruits, but didn’t expect such high hospitality standards.

"First Cavalry General, Blood Flame General Song Chu!"

Wan Haihao took a deep breath, carefully examined Song Chu, stopping him from taking out the token: "Indeed extraordinary demeanor, no need for the token, I believe a man with such spirit won’t be a pretender."

Although unsure why, despite the first meeting, he felt a liking for Song Chu, Wan Haihao was not one to overthink, attributing it to mutual appreciation.

In Ranzhou, it was rumored that Blood Flame General Song Chu was the strongest below the Divine General, and even on the battlefield, leveraging the military might, Divine Generals avoided his edge.

Wan Haihao found it strange, clearly the identities were unmatched, he should be at a disadvantage, yet facing this fellow, he often felt if he joined Ranzhou Governor earlier, he wouldn’t be half bad!

This mysterious confidence and boldness left Wan Haihao puzzled.

Hearing his words, Song Chu chuckled, single-handedly removed the long sword from his side, tossing it to the eager young swordsmen: "Borrow it to broaden your horizons."

The youths surged forward, desperately fighting for the sword, each wishing to touch this invaluable sword.

Wan Haihao watched his disciples’ unpromising behavior, looking displeased, an expression of embarrassment, muttering "useless" and "hopeless" quietly.

Song Chu casually uttered words beyond understanding: "Childish nature, it’s like this."

If my Lan Qi steed is likened to a Rolls Royce, this sword equals a limited edition Fire Qilin, few men can resist its allure."

A Rolls Royce? What is that?

Never heard of it!

But, Fire Qilin... it distinctly should be counted by ’head’ or ’piece’!

The terms "handle" and "rod" usually applied to firearms.

The Blood Flame General’s words felt quite dissonant, yet it didn’t hamper Wan Haihao’s observational skills.

Wan Haihao sensed a danger, swiftly turned his head, his eyes sharp as a knife, slicing onto a young man, glaring him stiff: "You fool, don’t touch the blade with your fingers!"

"Before acting, use your brain, this is the famed Flame Listening Sword!"

"Do you not want your hand, or are you thinking you can practice One-Armed Sword Technique after losing your right hand?"

The Flame Listening Sword was personally forged by Zhu Yuzi Zhu Hanyi, as a treasure of Ranzhou by the sword forging grandmaster himself, it deserved the ’priceless’ evaluation!

As Wan Haihao knew, Zhu Hanyi over the years exhausted all his thoughts, and painstaking efforts, embedding his insights on swords into his creations, creating the Flame Listening Sword, Wind Listening Sword, Spring Listening Sword, Sun Listening Sword, Mountain Listening Sword, Wave Listening Sword, amongst a series of eight famous swords.

These famous swords, known as Eight Swords of Yidao, even people outside Ranzhou have heard of these divine weapons.

It’s said, even a skilled ordinary swordsman, with one of Eight Swords of Yidao, could possibly defeat one wielding Extraordinary Power.

The specific craftsmanship of Flame Listening Sword, though unknown to Wan Haihao, he roughly knew it was a lacquer pattern forged sword, infused with a hyper-rare mineral called Painted Steel Rock, exploding violently upon contact with blood.

In actual combat, even a slight skin prick could explode a large chunk of flesh from the opponent. Those not at sufficient Body Refining level could have their bones shattered instantly, their meridians twisted, left crippled.

"Great sight, indeed Flame Listening Sword, yet, my Blood Flame General title, this sword only holds a third of the credit."

Song Chu curled his lips, a trace of smile appearing, patting a metallic device within a tiger-skin holster on his outer thigh: "I am more adept with firearms than cold weapons."

"With this firearm, I have the confidence to handle the Divine Generals from nearby enemy provinces."

"I named it Hunting Elephant!"

"Some foes I’ve defeated complained sour grapes, slandering it behind my back, calling it Gun of Non-Killing."

"However..."

"The war between Ranzhou, Fengzhou, and Jade Bi Province has erupted fully, soon enough, I will wash away this shameful nickname with the enemy’s blood completely!"