Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 492

"Keep them for myself?" Yi felt surprised. The value of these finished potions was approximate to the material. To a certain degree, the potions were even higher in value.

A warrior could continue fighting without weapons, but one can't do anything after he or she gets injured without potions. Good potions could not only save his life but also mitigate the potential side effects incurred from the recovery.

Getting wounded was the life enemy for a warrior. In the case of severe injuries, the warrior might be left with lurking risks, which might result in the decrease of his combat power that may be impossible to be regained ever after.

Good potions stood as the second life of a warrior which added odds to their future prospects. These potions… Yi couldn't understand why Qian Jin gave up on these invaluable finished potions and asked only for the raw materials.

"Stop it. Stop. Where on earth do you get this abnormal fighting technique?"

"Stop attaching yourself to me. You stupid fatty, why have you become so fierce and tough in just one night?"

A reckless voice carrying diametric fidget came swiftly from afar. It came from two bandits who had once fought with Qian Jin in their galloping. Every now and then they would turn back and utter a string of growls.

Te Jofy followed them in galloping. With a smirk on the face, he talked in a highly exulted way where not a hint of fidget could be felt. "Don't give me that. Let's play it one more time. Isn't this normal for us?"

"Go f**k yourself. Your stomach didn't use to be so abnormal."

"That's right. What has happened to your stomach? The useless fat on your stomach would at most add a little to the resistance force. But today? It has turned not only soft but also capable of absorbing forces from my strikes. I'll quit playing with you until I work this problem out."

"Come on baby…"

Te Jofy kept sprinting behind the two bandits with a smile on his face. At the sight of Qian Jin, he flashed a look of excitement. "You, boy. They refuse to play with me. Would you practice with me?"

Seeing Te Jofy drawing near, Qian Jin cast a look at the two bandits who had stopped running and then understood what was going on. Although this fat man wasn't able to condense the warrior sequence into a warrior seal in the Golden Warrior Heart, he could unleash the technique at an extremely fast speed by temporarily focusing on the all-mighty Golden Warrior Heart to activate the fighting technique.

"Yo, newcomer. I hear that this abnormal fighting technique was taught by you?"

The two bandits gazed at Qian Jin with curiosity and grievance motionlessly, wondering what he had done to make this fatty who used to be equivalent to them in overall strength become so tough in just one night.

"What do you think of it? What about fighting with me once again?" Te Jofy pushed aside the other two bandits and looked at Qian Jin in excitement. "I still well remember you challenging a crowd of people from our side on your own."

The two bandits kept nodding their heads. It was impossible for them to forget what happened when a large crowd of them was swept over by a young warrior who hadn't even condensed a Golden Heart Warrior. What made things more shameful was that among that crowd of people, there were several bloodline warriors.

Having got a wealth of fine materials, Qian Jin was feeling extremely good so he nodded his head excessively. "No problem. Let's start the game."

The smile on Te Jofy's face turned even brighter, as the fighting technique he got possessed strong functions which could add a wide range of changes to his fighting moves. "Make some space. Today…"

"No need to stand away. It won't take long but will end soon." While tucking away the materials thrown out by Yi, Qian Jin smiled and said, "It won't take long. So don't be bothered."

Soon? A stroke of unhappiness meandered on Te Jofy's blushed face. "It seems that this boy hadn't practiced this fighting technique after getting it due to the limits of his stature and thus he knows nothing about its application in real fights."

The two bandits stepped back to both sides. After getting this fighting technique, Te Jofy's fighting abilities were ever escalated though no major growth was seen in his warrior power. Qian Jin would soon regret the bold promise he just made, they bet.

"Come on boy…"

Before Te Jofy finished his grandiloquence, Qian Jin performed a series of moves of bending down, picking up the potions on the ground, making a harsh stamp and then tilting his body into an arrow shape in a lightning speed to show up in front of his opponent.

Compared to the former attacks Qian Jin released when faced with a crowd of bandits, this move lacked the typical smashing impact force and had an added a touch of casualness. He performed this move so casually as if he was following the enchantment of God, which had, in fact, become subject to him, to fly to Te Jofy instead of doing it of his own accord.

Qian Jin showed up in front of Te Jofy who was more than ten meters away from him within just a blink. Seeing this, the two bandits who hadn't had any mental preparation were shocked into a daze.

Te Jofy felt as if his unfinished words had changed into a piece of fat, which was cruelly stabbed back to glide down into his belly with a wood stick before he spewed it out of his mouth.

Suffocation. Incredible grievance. His lofty sentiments were knocked down as if he had just eaten one hundred bowls of rice which made him stuffed to the core.

Before Te Jofy stopped his melancholic drama, Qian Jin had poked his palm into a sword's shape and chopped at the former's lower belly in a harsh screech.

At the very crucial moment, Te Jofy's Golden Warrior Heart started to rotate almost unconditionally, to form a stream of strange sequences via the warrior power inside him. For the moment being, the fat on his belly started to convulse at a roaring speed, looking as if dozens of stones were cast into the silent lake to trigger ripples from all directions.

"What a quick shot, you boy! But you hit the wrong place." Te Jofy formed a combination of fighting techniques all at once. By doing which he fended off the attack from Qian Jin's palm into his belly, while Qian Jin felt as though his hand had been moved from a puddle of water into a pool of oil, into a patch of cotton and then into a land of mud.

The tender fat around Qian Jin's fist started to condensate and contract as if a stream of quicksand was swirling to absorb and crunch his palm to stop it from moving even an inch more.

"Boy, you just…" Seeing Qian Jin's stuck hand, Te Jofy lifted his arms high and chopped at Qian Jin's shoulder, "fall…"

Qian Jin released a light smile on his face and lifted his arm to release another stabbing attack. By doing so, the warrior sequence of Frost's Descent and Dividing Metal Multi-chops was blasted successively along the arm, triggering the sword-like warrior power to fly toward Te Jofy's belly.

At this moment, Te Jofy felt increasingly freezing cold on his stomach, as if he was being poured with cooling water. Then with the attack of Dividing Metal Multi-chops, he felt even more agonized.

Within a blink, the steel-like belly turned from a piece of smashed fat into its original shape. While stepping back on two feet, Te Jofy was covering his stomach in pain. Then he bent over and squatted on the ground.

"What the hell is this? It hurts!"

Cold sweats started to secrete from Te Jofy's forehead. Now that he hadn't condensed a warrior seal on his Quicksand Fighting Technique, he didn't get the full power of its might and was consequently poor in adaptability. Confronted with the consecutive use of two divine-level fighting techniques by Qian Jin, which happened to be the bane of his Quicksand Fighting Technique, Te Jofy immediately lost to Qian Jin.

"The combination of two fighting techniques." Qian Jin looked at Te Jofy, "In case of a deadly fight, it will be the combination of three fighting techniques. Just now your stomach would have cracked and your intestines would have dropped out now."

The two bandits nearly knelt down onto the ground due to the gloat. The strange fighting technique covered a lot of weakness this fatty one had, but Qian Jin cracked his trump card this time.

Te Jofy grinned and swung his head. "I have to condense a warrior seal first to fight against you."

"You won't be my rival even if you get a warrior seal."

Qian Jin smiled in peace, seeing which Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. Just after one night, this young person was more confident.

Noticing the expression on Qian Jin's face, Te Jofy pondered for a while and then nodded slightly, acknowledging that he wasn't this boy's rival for sure. Seen from the surface, this young boy was much weaker than the average level, but in a real fight, he would possess unexpectedly smashing lethality.

Envious. For the first time in his life, Te Jofy felt envious for others. Particularly, this young boy was just an ordinary warrior.

Ordinary warrior… on the thought of Qian Jin's identity, Te Jofy took a gasp. "This boy is an ordinary warrior! Holy shit! As an ordinary warrior, he not only defeated a bloodline warrior but also a large crowd of other warriors. This boy… this boy…"

Te Jofy felt a gust of coldness on his back, which then reached his brain along the spine. Besides, there appeared a speck of millet-looking pocks on his skin as it hit him that this boy might… he might challenge the paramount-level bloodline warriors in the days to come.

"You two." Te Jofy suddenly turned back to the two bandits. "Give me your fighting techniques."

The two bandits gazed at Te Jofyin a daze. What was wrong with this fatty? He wasn't apt for learning their fighting techniques due to his special build, otherwise, he would have long been instructed by them. But what was wrong with him today?

"This boy…" Te Jofy pointed at Qian Jin with splendor, "This boy is an ordinary warrior. An ordinary warrior…"

The two mind-drifting bandits goggled their eyes extremely wide. It came so shocking for Qian Jin to defeat a crowd of people all by himself that all viewers forgot the important truth that this very young warrior was an ordinary warrior.

Most ordinary warriors harbored the dream of defeating the bloodline warriors who were positioned in the most salient seats among all warriors.

But with time going by, this beautiful dream passed into oblivion like a dust-covered pearl.

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