Commanding Wind and Cloud - Chapter 501
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Chapter 501

to the four youngsters who had nearly buried themselves alive, thinking to himself that the leaders.h.i.+p under Duren Burg was equivalent to giving the leaders.h.i.+p to Qian Jin. If there could be healthy compet.i.tions, the combat power of the small legion would be increased by leaps and bounds.

When they matured and came back to the Pam Family, they could create a virtuous compet.i.tive environment.

There was no sense of the pa.s.sage of time in the Ancient Desert Sea. The power of time, which inundated all other nooks and crannies, became impotent when faced with the Ancient Desert Sea, a place that hadn’t changed in the slightest for millions of years.

One month’s time was as feeble as a grain of sand in the Ancient Desert Sea.

Eating. Sleeping. Special training.

For the past month, Duren Burg, Cech Flet, Fanta Kunge, and Qian Jin had been doing these three things invariably. While under such an agonizing environment and with the compet.i.tion between each other, their strength had been increasing respectively.

Qian Jin took off his hat and yawned. What he had done for the past month was either undergo special training or stay in the Endless World. Sleeping? What was that?

Qian Jin had nearly forgotten how to sleep. He didn't dare to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see his father serving as the groom or the appalling Undead Queen’s Heraldic on Luna’s forehead.

Every time he closed his eyes, he would be hit by such nightmares which made him sweat all over.

Since he couldn’t fall asleep, he had to throw himself into the special training. Qian Jin cleared his mind and concentrated on the special training. Now he had condensed four types of Warrior Seals on his Warrior Heart. However, he still hadn’t encrypted the sequence of the Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes

What fueled the exertion of the Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes was the [Forge Breathing Technique]. However, the latter was related the one hundred and eight dead reservoirs, with no live reservoirs involved at all.

"Qian Jin, how is everything going with you?" Duren Burg glanced at Qian Jin while smiling. "I have reached the peak of a Level 3 Demon Capturer and can ascend to the fourth level at any time. Be careful, I’m approaching you and the Cech."

Cech Flet snorted coldly without saying anything. He then directly activated his Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form and produced a strong warrior power which indicated that he had already reached the realm of a Level 4 Demon Capturer.

Fanta Kunge looked at these two partners admiringly. This was indeed the power of the bloodline warriors, which, with the awakening of bloodline, would trigger their strength to grow at a steadily increasing pace.

This speed…Pam Honzi clicked his tongue. Even though the bloodlines of these two young bloodline warriors were of high cla.s.s, the acceleration of their strength was unbelievably quick. It was achieved through their deadly training and help from the rare resources.

"Level 7 Demon Fighter."

"What?" Hearing Fanta Kunge’s words, Qian Jin was so startled that he jumped up immediately. This speed…this speed… Admittedly, if he had to re-cultivated, it would be natural for there to be a time when the warrior power could be increased very fast with his experiences. Yet this speed…

Level 7 Demon Fighter. One month ago, Fanta Kunge had just reached the second or third level of a Demon Fighter! Qian Jin still remembered that he spent two years in Four Seasons Valley evolving into a Level 9 Demon Fighter. But Fanta Kunge’s speed…

"I don’t know why either." Fanta Kunge seemed to be pleased with his friend’s astonishment. "Before coming to the Ancient Desert Sea, I noticed that the training speed of my warrior power had slowed down. But when I buried myself in the sand and start cultivating my warrior power, I felt that those metal essences absorbed into my body seem to have melted away and could be easily devoured by me…"

Qian Jin looked at Fanta Kunge in a stupor and then patted on his forehead. "I got it! It’s the heat here! It’s the heat and high temperature here."

Fanta Kunge soon understood everything. Yes, it was. Through the stimulating high temperature of the desert, the metal grasped in his hand seemed to have melted away. The metal essence absorbed into his body was the most crucial part of the metal, which had become highly tender due to the thermal flux, and thus could be easily devoured by him.

As for the Jiuyang Flame Iron... For the past few days, Qian Jin had looked up the Jiuyang Flame Iron in Uncle Blake’s library in an attempt to find out ways to melt it. But it turned out the Jiuyang Flame Iron was really hard to melt as it needed the Soul Power of warrior who had a fire-elemental warrior power.

One characteristic of the Jiuyang Flame Iron that was easily neglected was that it could melt away ther metals. If carried by someone, it could melt a large part of any metal and help the person absorb the metal essence inside to increase the quality of one’s warrior power.

After seeing this introduction to the Jiuyang Flame Iron, Qian Jin eventually understood why he felt strange when he touched the Jiuyang Flame Iron with his Zhanmadao the other day.

Just with this simple touch, the Jiuyang Flame Iron had absorbed much of the essence from the Zhanmadao, a Level 10 Warrior Weapon.

With that touch, the previous Level 10 Warrior Weapon was downgraded to a Level 9 Warrior Weapon.

As long as he was provided with enough metal and magma, Qian Jin was confident in forging another piece of advanced rare metal. Yet by that time, even a Saint Warrior with fire-elemental warrior power wouldn’t be able to melt it. He had to turn to a Saint Warrior who possessed a fire-elemental Saint Soul and a fire-elemental Soul Realm to melt it.

"Still it’s too fast…" Qian Jin kept shaking his head. Even if the Jiuyang Flame Iron could help Fanta Kunge melt away the metal essence, the speed was undoubtedly striking.

"He’s more formidable than me." Cech Flet retracted his Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form and slightly shook his head. "He is too diligent."

Duren Burg nodded to show his agreement. For the past month, Fanta Kunge had been dug out from the sand by his friends at least ten times, at which moments he gave off a burnt smell from his body. Was it not for Qian Jin’s potions, Fanta Kunge, the formidable warrior who kept instigating the Grim Reaper, would have lost his life a couple of times already.

"I don’t have bloodline power …and I’m not a freak like Qian Jin…" Fanta Kunge looked dead serious as he said: "I can only trade with my possessions. Well, what do I really have? A sleazy life."