After hearing this news, three Chiliarchy(thousand man captains) rushed here hurriedly, as this was a fight started by a descendant of the Fanta Family. How could any warrior miss that fight?
Not far from the battle ring there was a black lacquered wooden chair. Even General Wind had arrived here. These days, the demons remained in silence, meanwhile the life in the army was too dull. Now a spar was on the way, how could he miss that. After all, it was a fight brought about by the descendant of Fanta Family, the number one apprentice in Jinsey State’s general exam.
Fanta Kunge changed into a pair of cloth shoes and walked onto the stage, treading on the dusty earth. His shoulders were swinging up and down as if a fierce tiger was springing down from the mountain.
"Interesting." General Wind rest his chin in his hands, "It’s no wonder that some people are calling Fanta Kunge ‘Tiger Kunge’. It appears that his Tiger Fighting Technique has reached a summit, infusing him a tiger's essence when he breathes."
Fanta Kunge stood in the battle ring and looked around. Soon he located him in the crowd. Matching rivals were always difficult to find, but in this small Reventment fortress, there were two demon fighters whom he couldn’t let go of! After defeating Qian Jin, he intended to do battle with Duren Burg and General Wind, a person who had experienced life-and-death battles.
"Eh? What movement technique is this?" General Wind didn’t understand the movements of Qian Jin when he walked onto the stage, which could be described as incredibly disorganized. However, if such movements were used on the battlefield…
It might bring about unexpected results! General Wind then frowned. He hadn't witnessed the scene of Qian Jin beating those apprentices but judging from the wounds they received, he could say that Qian was a young man with a ruthless heart as well as cruel fighting techniques. In General Wind's opinion, Qian Jin’s fighting techniques were definitely unorthodox.
"I hope that we can both use our full strength." Fanta Kunge touched his breast with his fists in a glamorous way but his eyes had already shown a flaming desire for battle.
As seen in the crowd’s eyes, Qian Jin bent down, producing a strange feeling that he had become shorter by several centimeters. The hands placed in front of his body were clenching, taking on the shape of invitation for attacking.
"Lowering the pivot point of his body?" General Wind again wore a grave face. He had previously thought that Fanta Kunge could easily win this fight but now it seemed that the turnout would be different from his imagination. Maybe this young guy called Qian Jin would wrestle with Fanta Kunge for a long and arduous time, and then be defeated by the latter.
"Locke, Farr, whom will you bet on?"
"Of course, Tiger Kunge. Remember that he is the descendant of Fanta Family."
"Exactly, I also place confidence in Fanta." Two Chiliarchy supported Fanta Kunge firmly, "Cavalry thousand man captain Yogi, do you have the interest of making a bet with us?"
"How can we make the bet?" Chiliarchy Yogi, who picked up Qian Jin and other students into this military camp, frowned, "Everyone is betting on Tiger, how could this bet proceed?"
"You can bet on Qian Jin, with a profit ratio of one to a hundred on your side?" Two Chiliarchy raised their eyebrows at Yogi.
"No way!" Yogi shook his head resolutely, "I won’t do that even if provided with a profit ratio of one to a thousand!"
"I bet…"
A girl’s timid voice rang behind the three Chiliarchy. It was Gabriella, who was carefully taking out ten golden coins from her mage robe. These coins were given by Rosella for them to use during their way back on their departure, but Rodriguez led them on a wild field trip, during which they had to feed on wild animals or fruits. Consequently, the ten golden coins had been saved and now were taken out by Gabriella as the stake.
The three thousand man captains laughed as they saw the ten golden coins, "Little girl, we don’t bully kids. You’d better quit on this bet, cause it is not that easy to make money."
Gabriella’s mage hat moved from left to right as a sign of her sheer perseverance, however, her voice was still as timid as a hare, "I…I believe in Qian Jin…"
"Alas…" the three thousand man captains uttered a sighed together, and Yogi returned seven golden coins to Gabriella, saying that, "Since you are determined to lose to us, you can bet three three coins. This way we each can take one coin after we win the bet."
The other two thousand man captains nodded their heads repeatedly, praising Yogi’s benevolence.
Gabriella took back the seven golden coins, and turned her attention to the battle ring, while the surrounding soldiers kept shaking their heads at the sight of Gabriella’s wasteful action, which was obviously giving money to the three thousand man captains.
General Wind stood up from his reserved seat, swung his arm in the air and shouted, "Begin!"
Suddenly, the military camp became deafeningly silent, with chattering sound coming from the military flag being blown the wind.
Two young demon fighters were about to fighter with each other, making all soldiers watching hold their breath in excitement.
Roaring! It seemed as if a rampaging tiger had sprung down from the mountain while roaring! Fanta Kunge bent his body slightly forward which made his back protrude instantly, and with the wriggling of his neck, he slightly separated his legs, scratched the ground with his ten fingers, and plunged forward at Qian Jin like a lightning. And for that moment, he seemed to have transformed into a fierce tiger plunging down from the mountain. With the cracking of his fingers, a strong gust of wind came upon!
Level 3 demon fighter! General Wind was just about to sit down on the chair when he felt that force. He again stood up straight, as if there were thousands of steel needles stuck on his chair which pinched stabbed on his buttocks to make him bounce. He watched Fanta Kunge pouncing at Qian Jin with a blank face, and applauded silently, "He really deserves to be the descendant of Fanta Family! Even if he is not born with bloodline power, he has already turned a level 3 demon fighter at such a young age! The Fanta Family doesn’t possess bloodline power, but their souls and veins have been filled with warrior’s spirit long ago! This boy will definitely follow his brother to enter the Warrior Hall! There will be another great warrior born without bloodline ancestry in the army in the days to come!"
Fanta Kunge pounced towar Qian Jin like a fierce tiger, with the left hand hanging around the waist for both defense and offense and the right one heading for Qian Jin’s throat at full stretch.
Beast fighting technique, tiger form!
Fanta Kunge’s warrior power was activated fully as the vibration of his warrior veins combined with the husky breath jointly formed his tiger-like growling into the sky. It turned out that his beast fighting technique had reached a supreme level where he had fully grasped the tiger’s form. What was unrivaled was not only his warrior power, but his battle technique, and given their parallel growth, even a level 4 demon fighter who had been dedicated to honing the warrior power might not resist him, since the warring technique was as of the same importance as power!
The fame of the Fanta Family was gained through endless bleeding! It lived up to its name!
Qian Jin took on an appreciative look, feeling excited by Fanta’s breath-taking performance! Pitifully, his tiger essence looked abundant but lacked the true spirit of a beast tiger! Thinking about this, Qian Jin instantly transmitted the wind and cloud warrior power of a level 3 demon fighter throughout his legs.
Facing the attack of Fanta Kunge’s tiger claws, Qian Jin felt as if the skin on his neck was scratched. With a sharp move of his ankle, all body joints of Qian Jin were shaking. He moved to the flank of Fanta Kunge, performed the [Innumerable Shadows] which he had been practicing for the past two years, and chopped at the back of Fanta Kunge’s head with his right hand.
"Terrible!" With a tickling feeling at his scalp, Fanta Kunge felt a danger from his back, however, his own tiger claw had missed the boat! He hurriedly lowered his head.
"It’s too late."
Qian Jin’s voice rang into Fanta Kunge’s ears, after which his back neck was hit by Qian Jin’s hand. Under such a shock, he couldn’t stop his staggering steps and run for several meters ahead. Biting sour pains kept hitting his head, the scene in front of his eyes turned increasingly blurred, and the voices were getting farther and farther from him…everything seemed to have slowed down.
What’s…wrong? Me? Was I hit? And was about to faint? Fanta Kunge couldn’t stop his body from tilting forward. He tried to open his mouth to bite his tongue, hoping to wake himself but he couldn’t even separate his teeth. He seemed to be hit upon some critical part by that hand chop, which prevented him from opening his mouth.
Puff…
Fanta Kunge, the most prominent youth warrior of Fanta Family this year was defeated! He was crushingly defeated by one palm shove!
How come? Fanta Kunge was sprawled on the ground, but hadn't truly fainted as he still kept his consciousness. The strength and warrior power of that hand chop paralyzed him, making him lose control of his body.
Qian Jin looked at his palm which had hit the back of Fanta Kunge’s head and clapped. Fanta Kunge did display some tiger essence just now, or else Qian Jin wouldn’t have deemed him as a real beast to fight against with full strength.
"Nice shot. You seemed to have taken on a tiger’s form, but lacked in the wild essence of a real tiger." Qian Jin scratched the back of his head, "Strictly speaking, you could be counted as a big cat, instead of a fierce tiger."
Fanta Kunge listened to Qian Jin with a blank face, as if he had been hit by a lightning. These words…were not strange to him! One month ago, the Patriarch of Fanta Family, namely grandfather Fanta Rum made the same remarks! His father drew the same comments on the second day!
The watching soldiers seemed to be stuck by a petrification spell. They couldn’t grasp how it was that the descendant of the Fanta Family, the top apprentice in this year’s general exam in Jinsey State was defeated? Being completely struck down by one move?
As someone who had seen the elephant in the room, General Wind instantly ordered the people by his side to carry Fanta Kunge out from the battle ring and have an examination over his body to see whether there was anything wrong with him. After all, he was the offspring of the Fanta Family, whose injuries would bring a big trouble to the whole camp.
"It’s really beyond our expectation, really." General Wind applauded and said, "Oakland Mage and Warrior Academy has always remained quiet, and no one has figured out that it had nurtured such a striking apprentice as you. It appears that you have the chance of being admitted into Zence Royal Academy. In the future, even if you might not reach [Blood Palace], you still have the possibility of entering [Warrior Hall]."
"I’m flattered." Qian Jin looked to Duren Burg standing afar, a "comrade-in-arms" who had once competed with him in the confinement.
The other people, noticing that Qian Jin was gazing at somewhere else, turned their eyes along Qian Jin, and discovered Duren Burg standing there.
Most often, two warriors didn’t need to talk much, but make an action or cast an eye, which would help them know what the other one longed to do.
After hearing this news, three Chiliarchy(thousand man captains) rushed here hurriedly, as this was a fight started by a descendant of the Fanta Family. How could any warrior miss that fight?
Not far from the battle ring there was a black lacquered wooden chair. Even General Wind had arrived here. These days, the demons remained in silence, meanwhile the life in the army was too dull. Now a spar was on the way, how could he miss that. After all, it was a fight brought about by the descendant of Fanta Family, the number one apprentice in Jinsey State’s general exam.
Fanta Kunge changed into a pair of cloth shoes and walked onto the stage, treading on the dusty earth. His shoulders were swinging up and down as if a fierce tiger was springing down from the mountain.
"Interesting." General Wind rest his chin in his hands, "It’s no wonder that some people are calling Fanta Kunge ‘Tiger Kunge’. It appears that his Tiger Fighting Technique has reached a summit, infusing him a tiger's essence when he breathes."
Fanta Kunge stood in the battle ring and looked around. Soon he located him in the crowd. Matching rivals were always difficult to find, but in this small Reventment fortress, there were two demon fighters whom he couldn’t let go of! After defeating Qian Jin, he intended to do battle with Duren Burg and General Wind, a person who had experienced life-and-death battles.
"Eh? What movement technique is this?" General Wind didn’t understand the movements of Qian Jin when he walked onto the stage, which could be described as incredibly disorganized. However, if such movements were used on the battlefield…
It might bring about unexpected results! General Wind then frowned. He hadn't witnessed the scene of Qian Jin beating those apprentices but judging from the wounds they received, he could say that Qian was a young man with a ruthless heart as well as cruel fighting techniques. In General Wind's opinion, Qian Jin’s fighting techniques were definitely unorthodox.
"I hope that we can both use our full strength." Fanta Kunge touched his breast with his fists in a glamorous way but his eyes had already shown a flaming desire for battle.
As seen in the crowd’s eyes, Qian Jin bent down, producing a strange feeling that he had become shorter by several centimeters. The hands placed in front of his body were clenching, taking on the shape of invitation for attacking.
"Lowering the pivot point of his body?" General Wind again wore a grave face. He had previously thought that Fanta Kunge could easily win this fight but now it seemed that the turnout would be different from his imagination. Maybe this young guy called Qian Jin would wrestle with Fanta Kunge for a long and arduous time, and then be defeated by the latter.
"Locke, Farr, whom will you bet on?"
"Of course, Tiger Kunge. Remember that he is the descendant of Fanta Family."
"Exactly, I also place confidence in Fanta." Two Chiliarchy supported Fanta Kunge firmly, "Cavalry thousand man captain Yogi, do you have the interest of making a bet with us?"
"How can we make the bet?" Chiliarchy Yogi, who picked up Qian Jin and other students into this military camp, frowned, "Everyone is betting on Tiger, how could this bet proceed?"
"You can bet on Qian Jin, with a profit ratio of one to a hundred on your side?" Two Chiliarchy raised their eyebrows at Yogi.
"No way!" Yogi shook his head resolutely, "I won’t do that even if provided with a profit ratio of one to a thousand!"
"I bet…"
A girl’s timid voice rang behind the three Chiliarchy. It was Gabriella, who was carefully taking out ten golden coins from her mage robe. These coins were given by Rosella for them to use during their way back on their departure, but Rodriguez led them on a wild field trip, during which they had to feed on wild animals or fruits. Consequently, the ten golden coins had been saved and now were taken out by Gabriella as the stake.
The three thousand man captains laughed as they saw the ten golden coins, "Little girl, we don’t bully kids. You’d better quit on this bet, cause it is not that easy to make money."
Gabriella’s mage hat moved from left to right as a sign of her sheer perseverance, however, her voice was still as timid as a hare, "I…I believe in Qian Jin…"
"Alas…" the three thousand man captains uttered a sighed together, and Yogi returned seven golden coins to Gabriella, saying that, "Since you are determined to lose to us, you can bet three three coins. This way we each can take one coin after we win the bet."
The other two thousand man captains nodded their heads repeatedly, praising Yogi’s benevolence.
Gabriella took back the seven golden coins, and turned her attention to the battle ring, while the surrounding soldiers kept shaking their heads at the sight of Gabriella’s wasteful action, which was obviously giving money to the three thousand man captains.
General Wind stood up from his reserved seat, swung his arm in the air and shouted, "Begin!"
Suddenly, the military camp became deafeningly silent, with chattering sound coming from the military flag being blown the wind.
Two young demon fighters were about to fighter with each other, making all soldiers watching hold their breath in excitement.
Roaring! It seemed as if a rampaging tiger had sprung down from the mountain while roaring! Fanta Kunge bent his body slightly forward which made his back protrude instantly, and with the wriggling of his neck, he slightly separated his legs, scratched the ground with his ten fingers, and plunged forward at Qian Jin like a lightning. And for that moment, he seemed to have transformed into a fierce tiger plunging down from the mountain. With the cracking of his fingers, a strong gust of wind came upon!
Level 3 demon fighter! General Wind was just about to sit down on the chair when he felt that force. He again stood up straight, as if there were thousands of steel needles stuck on his chair which pinched stabbed on his buttocks to make him bounce. He watched Fanta Kunge pouncing at Qian Jin with a blank face, and applauded silently, "He really deserves to be the descendant of Fanta Family! Even if he is not born with bloodline power, he has already turned a level 3 demon fighter at such a young age! The Fanta Family doesn’t possess bloodline power, but their souls and veins have been filled with warrior’s spirit long ago! This boy will definitely follow his brother to enter the Warrior Hall! There will be another great warrior born without bloodline ancestry in the army in the days to come!"
Fanta Kunge pounced towar Qian Jin like a fierce tiger, with the left hand hanging around the waist for both defense and offense and the right one heading for Qian Jin’s throat at full stretch.
Beast fighting technique, tiger form!
Fanta Kunge’s warrior power was activated fully as the vibration of his warrior veins combined with the husky breath jointly formed his tiger-like growling into the sky. It turned out that his beast fighting technique had reached a supreme level where he had fully grasped the tiger’s form. What was unrivaled was not only his warrior power, but his battle technique, and given their parallel growth, even a level 4 demon fighter who had been dedicated to honing the warrior power might not resist him, since the warring technique was as of the same importance as power!
The fame of the Fanta Family was gained through endless bleeding! It lived up to its name!
Qian Jin took on an appreciative look, feeling excited by Fanta’s breath-taking performance! Pitifully, his tiger essence looked abundant but lacked the true spirit of a beast tiger! Thinking about this, Qian Jin instantly transmitted the wind and cloud warrior power of a level 3 demon fighter throughout his legs.
Facing the attack of Fanta Kunge’s tiger claws, Qian Jin felt as if the skin on his neck was scratched. With a sharp move of his ankle, all body joints of Qian Jin were shaking. He moved to the flank of Fanta Kunge, performed the [Innumerable Shadows] which he had been practicing for the past two years, and chopped at the back of Fanta Kunge’s head with his right hand.
"Terrible!" With a tickling feeling at his scalp, Fanta Kunge felt a danger from his back, however, his own tiger claw had missed the boat! He hurriedly lowered his head.
"It’s too late."
Qian Jin’s voice rang into Fanta Kunge’s ears, after which his back neck was hit by Qian Jin’s hand. Under such a shock, he couldn’t stop his staggering steps and run for several meters ahead. Biting sour pains kept hitting his head, the scene in front of his eyes turned increasingly blurred, and the voices were getting farther and farther from him…everything seemed to have slowed down.
What’s…wrong? Me? Was I hit? And was about to faint? Fanta Kunge couldn’t stop his body from tilting forward. He tried to open his mouth to bite his tongue, hoping to wake himself but he couldn’t even separate his teeth. He seemed to be hit upon some critical part by that hand chop, which prevented him from opening his mouth.
Puff…
Fanta Kunge, the most prominent youth warrior of Fanta Family this year was defeated! He was crushingly defeated by one palm shove!
How come? Fanta Kunge was sprawled on the ground, but hadn't truly fainted as he still kept his consciousness. The strength and warrior power of that hand chop paralyzed him, making him lose control of his body.
Qian Jin looked at his palm which had hit the back of Fanta Kunge’s head and clapped. Fanta Kunge did display some tiger essence just now, or else Qian Jin wouldn’t have deemed him as a real beast to fight against with full strength.
"Nice shot. You seemed to have taken on a tiger’s form, but lacked in the wild essence of a real tiger." Qian Jin scratched the back of his head, "Strictly speaking, you could be counted as a big cat, instead of a fierce tiger."
Fanta Kunge listened to Qian Jin with a blank face, as if he had been hit by a lightning. These words…were not strange to him! One month ago, the Patriarch of Fanta Family, namely grandfather Fanta Rum made the same remarks! His father drew the same comments on the second day!
The watching soldiers seemed to be stuck by a petrification spell. They couldn’t grasp how it was that the descendant of the Fanta Family, the top apprentice in this year’s general exam in Jinsey State was defeated? Being completely struck down by one move?
As someone who had seen the elephant in the room, General Wind instantly ordered the people by his side to carry Fanta Kunge out from the battle ring and have an examination over his body to see whether there was anything wrong with him. After all, he was the offspring of the Fanta Family, whose injuries would bring a big trouble to the whole camp.
"It’s really beyond our expectation, really." General Wind applauded and said, "Oakland Mage and Warrior Academy has always remained quiet, and no one has figured out that it had nurtured such a striking apprentice as you. It appears that you have the chance of being admitted into Zence Royal Academy. In the future, even if you might not reach [Blood Palace], you still have the possibility of entering [Warrior Hall]."
"I’m flattered." Qian Jin looked to Duren Burg standing afar, a "comrade-in-arms" who had once competed with him in the confinement.
The other people, noticing that Qian Jin was gazing at somewhere else, turned their eyes along Qian Jin, and discovered Duren Burg standing there.
Most often, two warriors didn’t need to talk much, but make an action or cast an eye, which would help them know what the other one longed to do.
