Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 64: Potion

Chapter 64: Potion

Translator: Mango Juice Editor: Chrissy

The bodies of the deceased swordsmen split to both sides, with hot blood jetting into the air for about a man’s height! Qian Jin didn’t hesitate to use his sabre for chopping; he rotated his waist to hold the downward sabre horizontally, and performed the fundamental warrior technique—[Horizontal Chop]!

Legs, waist, back, and arms! Force from these four parts was conglomerated into the power of a strand of rope, mixed with the added exploding warrior power! If exploited to the supreme level, this horizontal chop could intercept a waterfall for a while!

Qian Jin’s [Horizontal Chop] couldn’t chop down a waterfall, but it was enough to cut off the bones of his enemies!

Puff, puff, puff...

Zhanmadao drew a bright horizontal curve in the air, cutting the six swordsmen into two at the waist. Their upper bodies were left in the air, but their legs stopped moving after sliding for several steps on the ground; columns of crimson blood spouted in the air, just like six streams of fountain.

Qian Jin performed another chop; with Zhanmadao trailing behind, he trod on the ground in full strength, and glided to a swordsman with the compelling pushing force. His right elbow lifted swiftly like a big gun, directly smashing the enemy’s lower jaw and raising him high in the air. After which, he whisked Zhanmadao from behind!

Several swordsmen who came for rescue lowered their swords towards their flank, posing a gesture of defense. Zhanmadao fell down onto their swords in an instant, producing sporadic sparks and a clang of metal crashing. Zhanmadao chopped off several swords as effortlessly as the heavily armored horses tearing apart the civilians’ parade.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff...

Qian Jin tilted his Zhanmadao and slid through their throats, beheading several opponents. Then he stepped forward and trampled on the heads of the swordsmen who hadn’t yet died, but whose jaws were already smashed.

This fight started all of a sudden, and came to an end within several seconds after Qian Jin began his counterattack. The air outside the village was filled with a repugnant smell of blood.

Qian Jin was stained with a lot of blood. Seeing the dead people on the ground, he felt somewhat aching in his stomach.

“Is this a game? Or it is happening in reality?”

Qian Jin kneaded his aching belly, had a glance at the broken limbs, and walked fast towards the West Mountain. He told himself that if he hadn’t killed those swordsmen, he would be one who would be put to death. And if so, his enemies wouldn’t feel sorry or have a stomachache as he was at the moment.

Walking into the bush of a man’s height, Qian Jin used his Zhanmadao to push aside the green grass in his way ahead. Shortly after he walked past the hundred-meter-long bush, a dozen swordsmen who were dressed like the former assailants pounced at him.

“Once again?” Given the last time’s experience, Qian Jin trod on the ground, run toward his enemies, and chopped at the swordsman who was in the front with his Zhanmadao.

Through the previous fight, Qian Jin came to understand that there was no benevolence in the battlefield. Never should he hold sympathy toward his opponents because of their similar look as human beings!

It was said that there was a branch of the Demons called the Succubuses who had the special forte of changing into the human’s look, seizing the opportunity to attack its human warrior rivals who were caught surprised in the battlefield.

Qian Jin used to think that if he stood in the battlefield, he wouldn’t hesitate to fight against these Succubuses with a human look once he encountered them in the battlefield. But as per what had happened just now, he realized that thinking and acting were totally different things! Was it not for having ran into these decadent swordsmen, then he would have been surely killed if he was set into the battle between the Humans and the Demons.

One chop, two chops, three chops...

Broken limbs were scattered on the ground; the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood; the decadent swordsmen who were living vigorously seconds ago now went into forever silence.

Qian Jin lifted his hand and felt for the bloodstain on his forehead, and then he lowered his head to look at Zhanmadao clenched in his palm. It deserved to be a Warrior Weapon! Its warrior energy transmission exceeded that of an ordinary weapon. Moreover, its tenacity and hardness overshadowed the ordinary ones. One act of [Horizontal Chop] could easily chop off the enemy’s head; in front of such a Warrior Weapon, the ordinary weapons were as weak as tofu.

Raising up his head and looking at the faraway Western Mountains, Qian Jin fastened his steps.

Having not walked too far, Qian Jin met with another bulk of decadent swordsmen, and among their lines were several wolves.

Qian Jin was left with no time to think about why the wolves didn’t attack the swordsmen, rather, he held his Zhanmadao to take the initiative to fight against the opponents.

With the lift of his hands, the sabre fell down in an instant, producing masses of blinding flashes among both sides.

One chop... another chop... once again...

Qian Jin rushed down the way towards the West Mountain with Zhanmadao held in his hand. Some two or three hundreds of people died because of his sword. Was it not for his strong stamina and strength gained through days of blacksmithing, he would have been exhausted after so many consecutive fights.

Walking into the Western Mountain, Qian Jin was stained with dirty blood all over his body. Having killed so many living things within such a short time, including both people and animals, he now got rid of unwise sympathy and felt no hesitation when chopping anything that was living and aggressive.

Another chop! One Red-grained Tiger was cut into half, and at the same time, Qian Jin heard the system wizard say,

“Your warrior energy has improved by one level, and you have become a Level 7 Warrior...”

Qian Jin stopped to lean across a tree, and clenched his fists while activating his inner warrior energy, wearing a surprised and excited expression. “I have actually made a breakthrough? Level 7 Warrior energy? That is to say, from now on, I’m the real Strongest Warrior in Oakland Mage and Warrior Novice Academy? Even the top warrior apprentice of grade three cannot defeat me?””

“Ouch! It’s such a great deal to have improved my warrior energy while looking for One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron.” Qian Jin held his Zhanmadao and strode towards the higher place of the West Mountain. “Come on, give me another crowd of Red-grained Tigers.”

Perhaps because of having killed too many living things, Qian Jin walked for two hours just to find that wherever he stepped on, there were corpses of beasts and swordsmen.

“Whir, whir... it’s so tiring! I can’t put up with it...” Qian Jin climbed onto a tree and took out one bottle of power recovering potion from his leather bag. Having performed chopping and killing through his way, his Level 7 warrior energy had completely ran out.

Looking at the baby blue liquid in the bottle, Qian Jin somehow doubted whether it could really help recover warrior energy. Even if Qian Family’s collection of books hadn’t covered all libraries of Zence Empire, it still rivalled the other two supreme Bloodline Warrior Families and the Royal Family of Zence Empire.

Qian Jin once served as a management lad of Qian Family’s home library for two years, and during which, he read a lot about the exotic and anecdotal books, but he hadn’t seen any record of some potion which helped to recover warrior power just by drinking one bottle of it. In fact, he had heard that some Rune Artists could make equipment which helped to quickly recover energy by combining such equipment with warrior stones.

Potion? There were various kinds of medicine for wounds and healing illness, but it sounded too quirky to regain warrior power merely by one bottle of potion.