Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus

Chapter 132: Cultivation of Bronze Fighting Energy

Chapter 132: Cultivation of Bronze Fighting Energy

Chapter 132: Cultivation of Bronze Fighting Energy

It was morning, and in the square at the forefront of the Athenian palace, numerous children ranging from six to fifteen years old stood pen-pole against the brilliant sunlight in the sky, listening to the instructions of a white-bearded old man.

“Fighting cultivation, a gift given to us humans by the great God of light, allows weak humans, no longer limited to their impoverished bloodline, to acquire the power to be able to fight powerful monsters through acquired effort.”

“It can be said that many city-states are now able to reclaim large amounts of wasteland, develop cultivation in the wilderness without having to worry about being invaded by powerful beasts and monsters, and build flourishing civilizations, all by the power of fighting cultivation.”

“So before we practice fighting cultivation every day, we have to use the most devout faith and feel the great God of light make us praise the light.”

The white-bearded old man raised his right fist high, tapped his brow, and chanted the name belonging to the light under his breath.

One by one, the children below, some equally pious, others careless, but all neatly followed with their right fists, lightly tapping their eyebrows and praying for the light.

After doing this, the white-bearded old man began to explain the main points of the fighting cultivation.

“As we all know, there are four stages of fighting cultivation: black iron, bronze, silver, and gold, and as for the stars returning above, that is not a field we can reach, so there is no need to say more.”

“My expectation for you is to give birth to a few powerful warriors of silver and gold level, to become great heroes who are renowned in many city-states, and to fight for the glory of beautiful Athens.”

“A warrior, its fighting cultivation is one side, we also need to pay attention to exercise our own at skills, to bring out the power of fighting, today I teach you a new set of battle techniques, called ‘blazing star’…”

The white-bearded old man stood on the high platform and began to demonstrate one-by-one action.

Seeing his serious and responsible appearance, Pertus nodded lightly and called a tall boy from among the children below:

“Laddie, this ‘blazing star’ move of Riley-sensei is also at the top of the silver-level battle techniques, with amazing killing power. You should learn it well.”

This brown-haired teenager looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, quite confidently raised his head and said: ?

“Don’t worry, father, among all the trainees, except for Finetin, who can be compared to me, everyone else is far inferior to me.”

As he spoke, he looked away from the crowd, not far from where he was, a tall girl with light blonde hair.

Pertus frowned. “Finetin is my sister’s daughter. Your grandfather sacrificed her mother, Ketonia, to the gods in exchange for the victory over Thrace. Your father always felt sorry for her.

Laddie, the brunette, bowed and said, “I know, father.”

At that moment, Pertus glanced at the corner of the square and frowned: “Why is he here?”

Laddie looked over and saw a blond child, who looked about four or five years old, in a dark corner, with his head down as if he was looking for something.

He said in a tone full of disgust: “I do not know when he came, really a freak, only a few days after birth, has grown so big.”

Yes, if father had not gone to Delphi before and strictly forbade everyone to do nothing to him. Otherwise, he would have died under my fighting spirit.?Pertus stared icily at the blond child in the corner.

“Here we go again; both afraid to make a move and to look like a killjoy.”

In the corner of the square, Foppers rolled his eyes and grabbed the mid-level treasure chest he found.

Born several days ago, he grew to the appearance of a four or five-year-old child, which gave him the opportunity to escape the embrace of his mother, Creusa, and run here to get this treasure chest.

He casually laid out magic to obscure the movement, and he directly opened the treasure chest.

Ding, you opened an intermediate-level treasure chest and obtained Divine Origin Crystal*10, Platinum Stone*1.

Looking at the crystals and gems that appeared in his hands, Foppers indifferent first put away the divine source crystal, measured the white gold-colored gems twice: “White gold stones, why not?”

“White gold stone, why not called a white gold star, but is a very pure energy body, fully absorbed probably can have the level of the Upper Gods, can be used to assist in the cultivation of fighting cultivation.”

He was about to put it away when the short-haired brown teenager in the distance suddenly came over: “Isn’t this the so-called son of light’s cousin Foppers? You’re also here to learn about fighting cultivation? Since he is the descendant of the great God of light, something like fighting cultivation must be a snap to learn.”

His loud tone drew the attention of many young boys and girls around.

“This is the child born to Princess Creusa, and it does look as if he is the God of light in the temple.”

“But he is just a freak, born only a few days ago ah, and has grown so big, and speaks and walks no different from adults.”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. Wait until His Majesty invites the oracle back from Delphi.”

The young boys and girls were curiously looking at Foppers’ pretty face, and the blonde girl named Finetin, with a lazy pace, came over.

She looked about the same age as the brown-haired Laddie, but because the girl developed earlier, her head was much taller than Laddie’s.

A head of light gold hair with a silver hairband gently tied up in the sun’s light shimmering, radiant color set off a delicate face.

Because of the cultivation of battle techniques, wearing a white short shirt and shorts, revealing white shoulders and calves, chest slightly waving, not a scale, but full of the unique youthful charm of girls.

“Laddie, have you forgotten your grandfather’s request that no one be disrespectful to Foppers?” The girl, with her elegant face, stood in front of him.

The brown-haired boy sneered, “I just invited him to learn the fighting spirit together. Isn’t it a great opportunity to have a powerful silver warrior like Mr. Riley teach him personally?”

The old man with a white beard above jumped down, squeezed into the middle of the three, stroked his beard, and said, “Laddie, Phineas, you guys stop arguing. A teacher, I’m curious about this son of light, too.”

He lowered his head to look down at the bored expression of Foppers and kindly said: “Do you want to follow me to learn the fighting spirit? This is your great father, the treasure given to mankind.”

“Fighting?” Forbes looked up at him.

“Well, that’s the kind of power.” The white-bearded old man stretched out his palm, and there was a touch of white-silver fighting cultivation in his palm. “The power of fighting energy comes from the boundless world. To cultivate fighting energy, we must first sense the relationship between ourselves and the world. Get in touch, get inspired.”

He began to explain the method of cultivating fighting energy.

The brown-haired Laddie sneered at the side: “Fighting energy is a power that requires talent to master, and people with mediocre qualifications may spend a lifetime without feeling the presence of fighting energy, while true geniuses may only need a few days or even a few hours to cultivate their fighting energy.”

“When I first came into contact with fighting energy at the age of six, it took me only eight hours to cultivate my first strand of black iron fighting energy, and now I’m already a bronze mid-range warrior!” The teenager proudly raised his palm, and a touch of bronze-colored fighting energy surfaced in his palm.

Many teenage girls in the back couldn’t help but look at him with envy.

There were four major stages of fighting energy, and each stage had an incomparably huge gulf.

The company’s main goal was to provide the best possible service to its customers.

But wanted to sublimate from black iron to bronze color, the difficulty of which basically needed them more than ten years to pass when they should be adults, only silver, unattainable gold.

And only fourteen-year-old brown-haired Laddie, but early cultivation of bronze fighting energy, crossed the initial stage, which indicated that he was likely to touch the silver field that symbolized supreme glory before the age of twenty.

The future promotion to gold, to become a legendary hero compared to the gods, was not without a chance.

This was a true genius.

Looking at the brown-haired teenager’s palm pulsating bronze fighting energy, the white-bearded old man, as well as the distant Pertus, could not help but nod their heads.

The young girl with long light gold hair, Finetin, also had a somewhat grave face. She was the same age as the brown-haired teenager and was just now reaching the middle bronze stage.

It must be said that this annoying guy was still very talented in the area of fighting cultivation.

The only one with a strange look on his face was Foppers, who held the platinum stone in his left hand and gently stretched out his right hand, his palm suddenly jumping up with a deep black iron hue.

The brown-haired boy, who had been complacent, suddenly froze in his face.

But before he could react to the black iron color gas over there, it was slowly replaced by the thick glow of bronze.

This time even the old man with a white beard and Portus were frozen there.

The first time to practice fighting energy condensed bronze fighting energy; this was what kind of talent?

The beautiful girl with long light gold hair and delicate lips opened wide, incredulously looking at the thin figure beside him. Although young, I could already see the extraordinarily handsome figure.

Before they could wake up from the horror, the throbbing bronze brilliance over there was replaced by a bright, shiny silver color.

The whirlwind was even a touch of heart-stirring, flame-like brilliant gold, jumping out in the midst.

“Such a simple thing. Why do you have to say so complicated?”

Under the dull gaze of the crowd, the blond child waved his hand with no interest, muttered a sentence, and walked toward the distance.