Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 630 Men’s Tear, Two Trails of Blood 2-in-1

The middle-aged man who was about 30 years old had long hair that covered his face, and a lot of dried blood could be seen on his body. His eyes looked like that of a beast, and any ordinary person would shiver in fear when seeing him while timid ones would pee their pants and drop to the ground.

Creak... creak...

Even though he was bounded by many spells and metal chains, this man was still trying to break free. As if he didn’t know what pain was, he continued to struggle, and the bones and metal ground against each other. The loud noises made others’ scalps feel numb.

Unlike a gravity spell, the Imprisonment Spell could coil someone from all directions, making this person unable to move. However, now it seemed like this spell was going to be useless at any moment now.

A mighty warrior soul was flying behind this man, and it was in the shape of a tiger. It was overbearing, and it seemed like this warrior soul went crazy alongside its master. The tiger’s eyes were filled with murderous spirit, and it felt like anyone who approached it would be mercilessly devoured.

"Kill... kill... kill..." This man stared at Fanta Rum and said, "Battle! Battle! Battle! I will breakthrough! I will become the most powerful! No one will be able to defeat me!"

Boom! Vicious warrior power rushed out of the man’s body, and it would give people a burning sensation even though it wasn’t a fire-type warrior power.

"Won’t succeed unless becoming a maniac..." Qian Jin recalled what Bhang Wusheng had said once again. It seemed like the prophecy that the Bandit King made had indeed come true.

Qian Jin couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The man who was suffering before him got stronger, both in terms of body and warrior soul. However, he no longer had control of himself.

"Is this all worth it?" Fanta Kunge thought to himself.

"Little Friend, is there a way to heal him?" Fanta Rum asked with hope as he looked at Qian Jin, "Can he be healed?"

Qian Jin looked at Fanta Kunsa who was in a maniac-like state, and this was one of the conditions that Instructor Adams mentioned. He replied, "I think I can make him wake up with enough ingredients, but..."

"But what?" Fanta Rum quickly asked. He had found many pharmacists, and he even asked for help from the President of the Central Pharmacist Union. All the answers that he heard were no, and he had finally heard a yes from Qian Jin.

"It seems like he became a maniac voluntarily." Qian Jin frowned as he looked at Fanta Kunsa and said, "To pursue power, he decided to go crazy. Due to his craziness, he became more focused and more persistent, and that is how he obtained his half-saint strength. But..."

Qian Jin sighed and added, "If he drinks my potion and wakes up, his strength will be gone. He might not be able to keep his warrior soul, let alone stay in the Half Saint Realm."

Fanta Rum’s calm expression twitched as his thick eyebrows jumped.

The price for waking up was losing strength.

For a moment, only Fanta Kunsa’s bestial roars could be heard in the dungeon.

"To save, or not to save?" Fanta Rum had made many big decisions in his life, and many of them involved the lives of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people.

At those moments, Fanta Rum never hesitated, and many soldiers admired his decisiveness.

However, Fanta Rum hesitated at this moment. Fanta Kunsa was his grandson, a genius in the family. This man’s life goal was defeating bloodline warriors. If he was saved, and he later learned how much strength he lost, could he take that setback? Could he still live on knowing that he lost the majority of his power? Could he bear the pressure?"

Fanta Kunsa was willing to become a maniac to achieve the growth in strength, but would he accept waking up and losing strength?

Fanta Rum didn’t mind the Fanta Family losing a mighty half saint warrior. If his grandson could be saved, he was willing to trade his own life.

However, would his grandson want to wake up after knowing what was on the line?

No! Fanta Rum knew his grandson too well. This grandson of his who chose to become a maniac for strength couldn’t accept this. He would rather be a powerful maniac instead of a weak rational person.

"Should we wake him up..." Fanta Rum looked at Fanta Kunge and asked, "Kunge, you are his little brother. You can make the decision for your big brother this time. If he knows that you made the decision, he should be able to bear all consequences."

Fanta Kunge stared at his big brother who was imprisoned; he knew what his grandpa was thinking, and he also knew why his big brother became this way.

Fanta Kunsa was willing to go crazy to become powerful. Now he was truly powerful, but the price that he paid was too much.

Sensing that everyone was looking at him, Fanta Kunge closed his eyes and said, "You guys should leave for now. Let me think for a bit; let me spend some time alone with my big brother."

Everyone backed out of the dark dungeon. Although people could sympathize, they couldn’t really empathize. Others could only understand what Fanta Kunge was going through right now.

In the dark dungeon, Fanta Kunge quietly looked at Fanta Kunsa, who was roaring like a beast. This was his big brother who was like a bright sun, the person who could face everything with optimism and confidence.

His big brother who said that he would for sure defeat bloodline warriors became crazy for greater power.

"Big Brother, is this all worth it?"

It seemed like Fanta Kunge was asking Fanta Kunsa, but he was also asking himself. His voice echoed in the giant dungeon.

"It is worth it..."

The bestial roars suddenly disappeared, it was replaced by a gentle and warm voice as Fanta Kunsa responded.

"Big Brother..."

"Kunge, you have grown."

The craziness disappeared from Fanta Kunsa’s eyes, and it was replaced by brotherly love as his voice became gentle.

"Big Brother... you..." Fanta Kunge couldn’t believe his eyes! His crazy big brother woke up!

"Kid, do you know? Before, it felt like I was trapped in the wilderness and had no way out. I didn’t even know who I was." Fanta Kunsa looked at the iron chains on him and smiled bitterly as he said, "When you called out ’big brother,’ like a light in the darkness, it shined on my mind and allowed me to break free from my maniac-like state."

"Big Brother..."

"I haven’t seen you in a while. You became stronger, and you now have a warrior heart. When I was in your age, I didn’t even have a warrior heart yet. Right now, you are already at the peak." Fanta Kunsa looked up and heaved a sigh of relief as he said, "Kid, I’m proud of you. Come a bit closer. Let me have a better look at you."

Fanta Kunge walked forward subconsciously. The Imprisonment Spell in the area had no effect on him. Since he wasn’t wearing iron chains that had runes for accepting the magical energy for the Imprisonment Spell, all that power flew toward Fanta Kunsa.

"Not only did you get taller, but you also got more muscular as well. This is great." Seeing Fanta Kunge getting close, Fanta Kunsa tried his best to raise his arm and caressed Fanta Kunge’s face. "Kid, Big Brother is happy that you came to see me. It seems like Sixth Uncle found you."

"Sixth Uncle, Big Brother, you..." Fanta Kunge suddenly felt like something was wrong.

"Yes..." The smile on Fanta Kunsa’s face was still gentle, but Fanta Kunge realized that he couldn’t move. He wasn’t sure when, but two magic conductors for accepting the power of the Imprisonment Spell appeared on his shoulders.

Fanta Kunsa continued, "I woke up once earlier, and Sixth Uncle was here to see me. I was only awake for a little while, and Sixth Uncle told me everything that was happening...."

"Big Brother, you..." Fanta Kunge tried his best to make his warrior heart spin, but he couldn’t do anything before Fanta Kunsa who was already a half saint warrior.

"Such a strong warrior heart. Such a strange warrior power training technique. It seems like you have your own fortunate; I’m happy for you." Fanta Kunsa was still smiling as he said, "Little Brother, I don’t have much time being awaken..."

Kunge’s premediated. Also, Fanta Xingyu’s domination was real. Although he acted for a bit, domination was in his genes, and the show was too real.

In fact, even Qian Jin and others couldn’t see through the show that Fanta Xingyu put on.

All of that was to get Fanta Kunge here.

"Kid, I’m really awakened by you this time. I’m happy; it shows that you truly have your big brother on your mind. I know that this might be the last time that I’m awake, so I won’t get the chance unless I do something now."

"Big Brother..." A secret technique flashed in Fanta Kunge’s mind; Zence Matten mentioned it once before – Warrior Heart Inheritance!

Only warrior hearts could be inherited in this world, but Fanta Kunsa coincidently obtained a secret technique that could pass down warrior souls, but the price to pay was much more terrifying.

"Kid, it seems like your knowledge also increased a lot. Now, accept my warrior soul!" Fanta Kunsa raised his head that was filled with dried blood, and he said, "Big Brother already knew that becoming a maniac won’t end well, but I still chose to do it. Do you know why?"

"Big Brother..." Fanta Kunge couldn’t hold back his tears anymore, and he shouted, "Stop! You will die! I brought my friend! He can save you and make you keep your strength!"

"Blockhead, your ears would become red when you lie; this weakness of yours is still not fixed." The warrior soul behind Fanta Kunsa continued to climb in power as he said, "Kid, when I chose to become a maniac, I knew this would happen. Bhang Wusheng told me that I would wake up a few times in between, and I decided at that moment..."

"Big Brother..."

"Why are you crying? I’m still alive." A warm smile appeared on Fanta Kunsa’s face, and it didn’t seem like he was walking toward his death. "It is good; it seems like you know why I chose this path. That is right, Kid! You will have my warrior soul now! Battle alongside it!"

Boom...

Fanta Kunge was hit by a tremendous impact, and he instantly fell into a state of semi-conscious.

Fanta Kunsa’s happy tone sounded by his ears, "Little Brother, carry my honor and battle! Finish Big Brother’s dream and achieve the things that I can’t do! Walk down the path! Walk toward the final glory! I will be watching you. Regardless if I die or not, I will watch you continue your path, my little brother..."

Boom!

Fanta Kunge’s warrior heart was quickly transforming. When the powerful energy entered his body, it made his unique warrior heart become a golden warrior heart. Also, his strength continued to grow.

"Great! Your golden warrior heart’s quality is great! It would be hard for you to open it, so let Big Brother help you with that!"

Blood peaked out of Fanta Kunsa’s pores, and his red face turned pale, whiter than snow.

Using the secret technique, Fanta Kunsa was transferring his warrior soul into Fanta Kunge’s body. At the same time, he helped Fanta Kunge open his unique golden warrior heart.

Fanta Kunsa’s warrior soul dashed into Fanta Kunge’s body, and Fanta Kunge kept his own warrior heart! Warrior heart and warrior soul were different things!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fanta Kunge’s golden warrior heart expanded again and again, and it instantly became full. Cracks appeared on its surface.

Boom!

In the next moment, a loud noise sounded inside Fanta Kunge’s body. His golden warrior heart shattered, and a giant golden warrior soul appeared. It looked precisely like Fanta Kunsa, just as confident and powerful.

Fanta Kunge woke up alongside his warrior soul. When Fanta Kunge opened his eyes, he saw Fanta Kunsa closing his own with a smile on his face.

"Big Brother... Big Brother... Big Brother..."

The two magic conductors for accepting the power of the Imprisonment Spell couldn’t suppress Fanta Kunge who had two warrior souls, and one of them was at Half Saint Realm.

"Damn it! Magic conductors, melt!" Fanta Kunge grabbed onto the magic conductors on Fanta Kunsa’s body and used his Gold Essence Warrior Power to suck away the metal essence in them.

As if they weren’t maintained for hundreds of years, rusts appeared all over these sturdy metal pieces.

"Melt! Melt! Melt!"

Fanta Kunge’s golden warrior soul brightened, and more rust spots appeared on the magic conductors.

Gradually...

Bam! Fanta Kunge broke the rusty magic conductors, and they broke into pieces. Once the magic conductors on Fanta Kunsa broke, the power of the Imprisonment Spell all rushed into Fanta Kunge who had two magic conductors on his shoulders.

Without the support of the Imprisonment Spell, Fanta Kunsa’s body slowly fell toward the ground.

"Big Brother!"

Fanta Kunge instantly took off the magic conductors on his body and held onto Fanta Kunsa who had fainted. Then, he rushed toward the stairs while shouting, "Qian Jin... Qian Jin... Qian Jin..."

Fanta Kunge’s big warrior souls broke the ground.

When Qian Jin saw Fanta Kunge’s two warrior souls and Fanta Kunsa’s pale face, he instantly understood what happened.

Seeing Fanta Kunge’s warrior souls, surprise appeared in Fanta Rum’s eyes, but there was more sadness. How could he not know what this meant?

Zence Matten closed his folding fan and looked at Fanta Kunsa who had fainted. He gave the latter a thumbs-up and said, "It seems like you became a maniac for this? Are you a good big brother or a bad one?"

Duren Burg didn’t know how to respond to Zence Matten’s question. Fanta Kunge obtained the power that he desired even in his dreams, and he became one of the most powerful warriors in the team. This was Fanta Kunsa’s most significant gift to him.

At the same time, this was a considerable burden. How could Fanta Kunge face everything with such a costly gift?

"Don’t worry. I can still save him. However, he can only live less than one year," Qian Jin said as he looked at Fanta Kunge who was panicking.

"Less than a year?" Fanta Kunge looked at fainted Fanta Kunsa and said, "I will return the warrior soul..."

Before he could finish, someone kicked him in the butt, sending him into the air.

Fanta Kunge looked back and saw Zence Matten slowly moving back his feet.

Zence Matten said, "What do you think a warrior soul is? A cabbage? Do you think you can gift it around easily? Giving the warrior soul back to him? Right now, he has no warrior power left. You will instantly kill him by injecting the warrior soul back to him."

"Warrior soul and warrior heart inheritance are both placing one’s life energy into another person." Zence Matten looked at Fanta Kunge coldly and said. "Instead of thinking about how you should accomplish your big brother’s goals, you want to give it back? If you give it back, both of you will die. Ask your grandpa; do you think he can take it if both of his grandsons die?"

Fanta Kunge looked at Fanta Rum. This white-haired old man looked much older than a few minutes ago. As a man who never cried in desperate situations, tears appeared in his eyes.

"Ordinary warriors place too many expectations on the Fanta Family. I didn’t know that Kunsa would do that. But if I did know, I might not be able to resist that temptation. Kunge, your big brother can’t live for more than a year, and you can’t return the warrior soul. You know what you should do for him, right?"

Fanta Kunge froze as he thought, "Do what? The New Generation Competition?"

Qian Jin looked at Fanta Kunsa who was in his arms and sighed. Although the Fanta Family looked to be in the spotlight and was influential, others didn’t know how much effort was put into the maintenance of the family, and how much blood was dripped to upheld honor for the family

It seemed like this family didn’t only belong to the family name of Fanta; it also belonged to all ordinary warriors.

Compared to the high-level and aloof Warrior Hall, the Fanta Family was more real and more intimate.

The potion for extending lifespan was already poured into Fanta Kunsa’s throat. Qian Jin stood up and asked, "Senior, where is your pharmacy room? Also, please tell the pharmacists in there that I need to make potions, and please ask them to help and not to make trouble."