Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Eh? How did you manage to suppress your warrior power before it exerts its natural power?" The sword-shaped man put on a curious and appreciative look, "Did you come to challenge the Enlak’s Warrior Energy House?"

To challenge them? To destroy the energy house? Qian Jin got shocked, and then he shook his head repeatedly, "No, I’m just here to see whether I can learn warrior power and fighting techniques."

"Oh." Enlak propped his wrist on the ground and gradually rose up like a unsheathed battle blade. He then went to the center of the fighting practice field dancing on his two blade-like legs, raised his arms which were as sharp as the blades and waved at Qian Jin, "Alright, you’re here to challenge us. Just come in."

Qian Jin could do nothing but scratch his head. Was there anyone who hadn’t gone insane in the village? Eulalia labored on making potions that could take away others’ lives, Adams’s demanding requirements would drive people nuts over a thousand times a day, and Blake seemed to be the one who was less abnormal than the others. Qian Jin didn’t count that Enlak, who looked like a walking battle blade, would associate acquiring knowledge with challenging the host.

"Which part do you want to have a challenge at?"

"I’m here for gaining some knowledge." Qian Jin took off his shoes, walked onto the center of the practice field, and made a bow, "Not for challenging any of you."

"What’s the difference then?" Enlak swung his arms in the air, producing a sound likened to an axing blade, "I don’t’ teach clumsy students. You have to defeat some of my apprentices at certain levels so as to learn about warrior power and fighting techniques."

Qian Jin was suddenly enlightened and nodded his head, realizing that he had to first defeat the corresponding apprentices before he could carry on with learning. No wonder that Enlak said that doing learning was the same as making a challenge. They were the same actually.

"Alas! Let it be! Since you are here for a challenge, just do it step by step." Enlak once again waved his arms in the air, by which two children of roughly ten years old run from behind Qian Jin. The two little children then pushed the thick door to be closed, stopping the sunshine outside the room,

Boom! With a clear sound of the door being shut down, Qian Jin felt that a beat of the war drum had pierced through him.

Clattering...

A row of warriors in black warrior dressings ran from the doors on both sides of the [Warrior] inscription. They looked quite different, tall and short, fat and thin, male and female, old and young, but they bore one thing in common, that was, they carried a murderous intent!

"Oho!"

These warriors totaling more than one hundred stamped on the ground altogether and made a loud shout, producing an intangible strand of force, which then converged with the shaking of the floor and floated to Qian Jin.

"You don’t look at someone who has level 8 warrior energy." Enlak came back to his sit under the [Warrior] character, and raised his eyebrows that looked like two battle blades, "You can start from Phase 1! If you can win Phase 1, you will get the corresponding rewards, such as the training scrolls on fighting techniques or warrior power."

"Let me have a try!"

With the crisp voice, Qian Jin looked up and down this young girl who stood out of the crowd: looking sixteen or seventeen years old, she had short golden hair, and her bosom slightly bulged as it had just started growing. Due to practicing warrior techniques, she boasted a tall and slender figure, which promised her to be a beauty in the future.

The warrior power of a Level 1 Demon Fighter was fully activated in the girl, by which her fair delicate toenails twiddled on the floor and her entire body suddenly bounced up like a spring that had been pressed down. With her feet inching on the floor, she flashed by like a dragonfly gliding through the water and came to Qian Jin within just one blink. Her shoulder was shrugging slightly, and her hands were suddenly poked from the lower part of her belly. She opened her ten fingers, took them on a blossoming lotus’s shape and stabbed at Qian Jin’s lower abdomen

What fighting technique was this? Why did it look like a lotus? The whole series of moves were completed smoothly and exquisitely. On the surface, she seemed to focus her beat on Qian Jin’s lower abdomen, but in fact, her arms could be opened to form a huge lotus and overthrow her rival at any time! Standing there without a move, Qian Jin couldn’t stop his admiration for it.

Bang! The warrior power generated from the girl’s fists converged on Qian Jin’s body to make a big crashing sound, stirring up Qian Jin’s clothes covered around the abdomen to flutter continuously.

After this first beat, the girl continued her attack: she opened her arms, taking on the shape of the stretching lotus petals, and pricked onto Qian Jin from different places. For the time being, dull sound of crashing fists and feet echoed in the silent fighting practice field.

Qian Jin stood fixedly, watching the girl display her moves in silence, as the experience of soaking in the eerie lake during the past two years’ in the Four Season Valley provided him with enough composedness. Maybe for the other Level 9 Demon-Fighters, it was unattainable to fight against the boxing moves of a Level 1 Demon Fighter without getting injured. But for Qian Jin, someone who had soaked his wind and cloud golden body in the strange lake for two years, the fist-attack of Bulk Demon Bloodline Warrior Nila was not that appalling, let alone this Level 1 Demon Fighter’s fighting technique which compromised destroying force for the sake of speed. To him, it was just like a tickling on the body.

The fierce boxing sound rang in the fighting practice field for over a hundred times, until the girl was exhausted and bent over to wipe away the sweat on her forehead in a harsh breath. She then painfully looked up to Qian Jin, who was standing motionlessly and hadn’t performed any move at all.

Puff...puff...puff...

The girl’s harsh breath rang in the entire hall. Qian Jin nodded his head softly and cast an appreciative toward her, as it was difficult for someone to perform explosive attacks more than one hundred times when the warrior power had been fully activated, yet having not been totally beaten down.

"Enough with that?" Qian Jin touched the girl’s head, "Your speed is enviable, but you still need to keep it moderate. Pursuing high speed to bewildering your rival in an iridescent way is a good idea. However, you shouldn’t do it at the cost of reducing the destroying force. Or else, what will it be if your one hundred times attacks are wiped down by a single kick of someone else? I don’t need to explain more, do I?"

The girl swung her head, got out of Qian Jin’s hand, slightly knelt down to lower her warrior power and then rose up all of a sudden! Qian Jin couldn’t stop twitching his eyelids, as the rising girl was no longer a lotus in full blossom, but a blade! A battle blade with appalling murderous intent shortly after it was unsheathed! The put-together palms took on the look of a battle blade that was going to pierce the sky!

Choo! The girls’ palms triggered a huge sound against the air and then knocked hard on Qian Jin’s lower abdomen like an ancient chariot, producing a dull sound as if pricking into a worn-out armor.

"What fighting technique is this?" Qian Jin poked his hands and hugged the girl who was about to fall down onto the ground by her delicate and elastic waist, "Though your warrior power is not enough to hurt me, it could overshadow most of the warriors of the same level as you."

The girl flushed, got rid of Qian Jin’s arms, and ran back to the crowd on her bare feet. She hid behind a plump man who looked like a huge and soft loaf and furtively looked at Qian Jin.

"Good body-protecting fighting technique." Enlak’s knife-shaped eyebrows were lifted, and beams of cold and blade-like light ran from his eyes, "Fury Lotus Fighting Technique is unable to damage you and Land Tearing Chop cannot win defeat your Body Protection Fighting Technique either. Good! The victory goes to you. Now you are given three choices. The first one is going away with your trophy."

Qian Jin shook his head, thinking that since he had already come here, it was a necessity to gain more knowledge. A little girl like her possessed that thrilling fighting technique, how about the other strong warriors? Learning something more, the chance of defeating Flame Demons would be greater.

"The second choice is taking your trophy and going on with the game."

Qian Jin hesitated for a little while and then asked, "What about the third one?"

"The third choice is, continuing the fight with your trophy at stake. Once you win, you can have a better prize if you stake your trophy." Enlak smiled, "Of course if you are defeated, you will get no prize. If you can defeat our team successively, you will have the right to ask me a question that puzzles you at some certain stage."

"I’ll bet the prize. Let’s go on."

"You have made up your mind so quickly? Even without a careful thinking?" A faint smile floated on Enlak’s blade-shaped face, "If you are defeated you will lose everything. But if you choose to take the prize, you can get the Land Tearing Chop displayed just now."

Qian Jin glanced over the crowd of people sitting on both sides, trying to find out a competitor.

The balloon-like fat warrior standing in front of the girl slowly rose up and walked to the center of the fighting practice field on his huge bare feet. His heavy body coupled with strong warrior power made the floor tremble slightly.

Looking up to this competitor who was taller than him by one head, Qian Jin figured that he weighed at least four hundred pounds. Such a big figure was rarely seen even in the warriors circle.

Taking a deep breath, Qian Jin swiftly caused his one hundred and eight energy reservoirs vortexes to rotate at the same time, which was then blended with his fighting spirit to spout out of his body. Faced with such a jumbo rival, he felt it a must to show out his respect.

Warriors! They are a crowd of people who boasted able-bodied figures with sturdy muscles, among whom the vast majority had streamlined shapes. Someone who was way more slender or obese should be paid sufficient attention to.

Strong murderous intent filled the room the minute they touched each other on the body, unveiling a fight all at once without a whistle declaring the start of the game.

The fat warrior took a deep breath and started to bulge his belly at a speed so fast that it soon became twice bigger than usual! Warrior power of a Level 9 Demon Fighter spouted from his body and the fat arms which could be likened to the falling pillar of a palace instantly chopped down at Qian Jin, rippling a roaring sound against the air.

He was like a huge brown bear plunging at a big fish in the water; one of his bear-like arms was hidden around the waist for both offense and defense, and the other was chopping at Qian Jin’s head.

Vigor Flame Bear Fighting Technique!

The fat warrior’s Level 9 Demon Fighter warrior power was fully activated, through which his entire body was trembling relentlessly. The airflow interaction between his lungs and throat produced a sound that was like the growling of a Demon Flame Bear.

The Bear Fighting Technique took large proportion in the entire Beast Fighting Technique system, and the Vigor Demon Flame Bear was in the top level of the Bear Fighting Techniques. It was obvious that the fat warrior had mastered the essence of Vigor Demon Flame Bear in appearance.

Qian Jin felt deep admiration for this fat warrior as he was sheerly notable! The cultivation of Beast Fighting Technique included the stages of; blind imitation, the emulation, the appearance, the spirit, and the essence! This fat warrior had already acquired the similar appearance on his first move! Notable! Definitely notable!

Qian Jin made a series of treads, bent his legs into a 45-degree angle, taking on the look of sitting poised on a wood chair, and then lifted his hand and buckled his fingers! Ignorant of the protruding hand of the fat warrior, Qian Jin suddenly swerved his left leg, turned his back to his opponent and the flung his arms in full strength!

Bang! Crack! Qian Jin succeeded in withholding the first fist, but the wood floor couldn’t bear the crashing of these two Level 9 Demon-Fighters and all of a sudden the fragments scattered here and there like the pouring raindrops!

"Rise!" Qian Jin turned to the other side and bent over, seized the fat warrior’s fat with one hand and threw him forward hard. With one move of the suplex, Qian Jin pulled the four-hundred-weight warrior up from the ground, and then held him over his head with only one hand!

Qian Jin lifted his left hand to hold the second fist made by the fat warrior as he was held up high. The wood floor under their feet produced a cracking creak against their aggregate weight and warrior power and the floorboards where they were standing at tilted to one side!

The fat warrior slumped onto the ground at his back, smashing several more floorboards. As the wood bits scattered into all directions, Qian Jin worked out more energy, since it was not enough to beat down this fat Level 9 Demon Fighter with only one suplex move!

Shortly after the fat warrior fell down onto the ground, his body bounced up high like a rubber ball. And the next minute Qian Jin hit upon the round belly of the warrior with one fist.

A smile blossomed on the girl’s face. The fat warrior’s belly was not merely bulging; it was displaying the rarely-seen Fighting Technique of Tenuous Belly, which looked soft on the surface, but would entwine the limbs hitting on it. The way to shake off it’s entwining? You had to pay the cost of breaking your limbs, or at least casting off one layer of skin!

So soft! So sticky! Qian Jin’s eyebrows adjacent to the nose kept shaking. The deeper his fists got into, the more warrior power and strength were consumed. The fat belly was really an incarnation of some unique fighting technique.

"Hey hey..." The fat warrior made a grimace in pains, lifted his fist high and tried to punch Qian Jin’s head.

"Interesting!" Qian Jin rose up one hand and twisted his shoulder, with which his warrior power was also stimulated to wring. He then poked one fist, rotated it and made a sudden pull horizontally!

It was [Dividing Metal Multi-Chops], the fighting technique of the Iron-Arm Mantis Bloodline! The fat on the warrior’s belly seemed to be sliced by uncountable battle blades, producing strange sizzling sound immediately. Before this fat warrior tamped down his fist, his face tightened and flushed. He then opened his mouth, took an exhale and contracted his belly all at once.

Qian Jin turned his head to one side and spouted some warrior power along with his ears as if tamping his fist! This was the checkmate move of the Tenuous Belly.

"Ok, stop here." Enlak suddenly shouted, "You win."

The fat warrior opened his eyes, had a look at the fist in front of him, and uttered a chill silently. On no occasion had he imagined someone of the same level as him to acquire such mighty power that if he was hit by that fist, his head would be smashed.

Qian Jin retracted his [Dividing Metal Multi-Chops] and shook his arms successively. Only by combining the Bloodline Fighting Technique with compatible bloodline warrior would its strongest power be activated and produce no side effects. Having used the [Dividing Metal Multi-Chops] which he hadn’t fully mastered, Qian Jin felt a little biting on his muscles as if some knife had sliced on them a thousand times.

"You should feel satisfied." Qian Jin used his warrior power to expel the pains on his arms, "It’s sheer luck to have imitated the [Dividing Metal Multi-Chops] which a good number of people were incapable of activating."

"You have won again. It’s so surprising that you not only possess strong fighting awareness but also immense power." Enlak clapped his sound, making a sound that could be likened to the crashing of two steel blades. All this made him more of a human-shaped battle blade.

Warrior power? Qian Jin lowered his head at his arms, feeling indebted to Blake, who urged him to practice the hammers which became ever heavier day by day. The Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes would frighten the Barbarians into a stupor, wouldn’t it? Qian Jin wondered who possessed greater power between him and the Titan Bloodline Warriors.

"Now you are confronted with three choices..." Enlak poked three fingers which looked like short knives, and looked at Qian Jin with an inquisitive look, "the first one..."

"I choose to continue this game with the stake I won from the past victories." Qian Jin opened his hands and then clenched them, and rolled his shoulders repeatedly, "I want to win the prize of asking you a question."

"Oh?" Enlak clapped his hands softly, and wore a slightly appreciative look on his blade-shaved-like face, "There might be two potential reasons for your refusal of the fighting technique. The first one is that you have already acquired better and more fighting techniques, and the second one is that you have a firm will. Which one suits you?"

Qian Jin pondered on this and said, "Who will feel satiated about the number of acquired fighting techniques? Besides, I don’t have an iron-and-steel will. I am just a nominal warrior in urgent need of the instruction of strong people."

"You are now given two choices." Enlak poked two fingers, "The first one is challenging a stronger warrior, whose power is obviously higher than you by one level. If you can beat him, you will have the prize of asking me a question."

Qian Jin looked at Enlak in silence, paying careful attention to these two choices given by him, as it made no harm to listen to others’ entire speech. Clarity of mind was a necessity for success because some failures or misses of the boat were caused by the short temper of the listener. He couldn’t bear making such minor mistakes.

"Eh? Why don’t you make up your mind instantly as one of the two choices is exactly what you need?" Enlak changed his sitting posture and obliquely leaned across the wall, looking just like a battle blade pricked onto the ground, "You looked excited just now, but you quickly held it down. You are a sophisticated creature. Generally, when someone finds the goal he desires, he will be blind to the other choices. Have you experienced a lot? Or you have some other reasons which shaped your poised temperament?"

Experiences? Qian Jin forced a faint smile on his face. What kind of experiences would a young person of fewer than twenty years old have? Maybe it was his extensive reading and careful learning of the lessons given by some famous figures from the books that paved way for his calmness?

"The second choice is group fight." Enlak cast a look at his apprentices who were eager to have a try, "Of course, it will be a fight between you and several warriors. You can define the number of your opponents. I have to tell you that every opponent will be a warrior of the same level as you, so you need to be especially careful of your choice."

Group fight? Qian Jin could feel the murderous intent in the surroundings. Enlak’s voice rang in the fighting practice field once again, "I have to mention that your prize will be added a lot every time you defeat an opponent. That is to say, your prizes are directly related to the number of opponents you could win in this group fight."

"More wins and more prizes?" Qian Jin nodded his head, "That’s fair."

"Of course, I’ve always insisted on fairness. However..." Enlak drawled and looked at Qian Jin with a frolicking face, "You may feel it a headache. If it only involves getting the prize through each win, you will immediately choose someone above your level to start a fight with?"

Seeing Qian Jin nod his head, Enlak continued saying, "But now, if you join the group fight, you can have the prizes of training scrolls of more than one fighting technique or warrior power. It’s estimable that your power is beyond the fight of one-versus-two. Thus your accrued prize will be enviable. Now, I want to see what your choice will be, little but composed warrior?"