Chapter 65: Enlightenment in Battle

  The blue medicinal liquid entered with a hint of sweetness, sliding down the throat and into the abdomen. The exhausted and dry meridians within the body suddenly burst forth like a spring gushing out from parched earth, and the dried-up fighting spirit erupted with a whoosh, instantly restoring itself to its peak state.

  "How... is this possible?" Gan Jing was startled by the medicinal water in his hand, and just drinking a tenth of it had instantly revitalized his withered Dou Qi!

  A beastly roar interrupted the shock of Gan Jing, and the blade in his hand cut horizontally, cutting off two bamboo sticks as thick as thumbs and a single-armed ape's head.

  In this environment full of beasts, even hiding in trees will not be very safe for long, and it will still attract those beasts with keen sense of smell.

  With a stern expression and knife in hand, he looked down at the empty space under the tree branches, where a pack of over ten wild wolves had already gathered. If they could climb trees, they would have rushed up by now.

  Carefully put away the mysterious potion, Qianjin secretly decided that he would have to visit the pharmacy at some point in time. The blacksmithing skills learned here could be used, so what about the pharmaceutical knowledge learned here? Could it also be used?

  He leapt from the branch, his sharp blade flashing in the moonlight as he brought it down on the wolf's head, splitting it in two.

  Leaving behind the corpse of a wild wolf, Gan Jing continued on his way, occasionally glancing at the Zhan Ma Dao in his hand. The more he used it in battle, the more he found that this three-foot-long blade was indeed very useful! The only pity was that the knife body was still a bit short, if it were to be made five feet long, it would be just right.

  "When I forge my own Doujin, I'll definitely make one with a five-foot long blade! "Qian Jin smiled and licked his lips in a circle, looking down at the map given to him by Blake.

  According to the introduction on the map, it should be possible to reach the destination in less than two hours of walking.

  "Hurry up, we should be able to arrive early." Qianjin put away the map.

  Infusing his legs with Dou Qi, he vigilantly observed the surroundings with a sense of tension. At the slightest rustling of leaves or movement in the air, he would swiftly slash through the air, often successfully beheading the pouncing beast or falling assassin.

  Rushing out of a dense forest, the vigorous footsteps suddenly stopped, and I found myself in a mountain stronghold!

  This mountain stronghold was built in a very strange way, it doesn't have a main gate, two semicircles are connected by wooden stakes, just matching the outermost trees of the forest, but after passing through the forest, people will find themselves already inside the artificial stronghold.

  The quiet mountain stronghold, with the sudden appearance of Gan Jing, those who were either sitting or lying on the ground sunbathing, all picked up their weapons and stood up with a fierce expression.

  "My god! Won't be so unlucky, right? On Blake's map, it didn't say there was such a place here?" Gan Jing looked at the seventy or eighty rough-looking thugs with ill intentions and forced a wry smile: "If... I said I took a wrong turn... would you guys pretend not to see me?"

  Ah! A sudden, loud, and eerie howl pierced the air from someone in the midst of the knife-wielding crowd. The previously calm and collected knife-wielders instantly raised their blades in unison, charging towards Qian Jin with a fierce battle cry!

  "My god! Won't work?!" Qianjin cursed out a foul language, having killed many opponents during this period of time, but never really faced so many enemies before, and it's hard to say whether he can win or not.

  With a firm grip on the hilt, the blade flashed down like a shooting star from above, its excellent iron quality quivering and rolling continuously. The blade shook back and forth, swinging unpredictably, cutting straight at the opponent's shoulders, making it impossible to determine where the final blow would land - left shoulder or right shoulder.

  Continuously cutting down people multiple times, Gan Jing gradually began to understand with his body, the meanings and tricks of the war knife's slashes that opened up among the trainees, no longer just doing actions for the sake of doing actions.

  Whoosh! One slash, the blade chopped down, not retracting, directly throwing the war knife in his hand, flying out and stabbing into another person's throat. His knees slightly popped to the right, opening his legs and running away.

  Qian Jin asked himself, he wasn't a guardian of the city like Fabreidis, but rather just the strongest student at the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy. No matter how brave he was, he still hadn't reached the point where he could single-handedly wield his Doubing Ji and Zhan Ma Dao to take on 70-80 level 5 warriors.

  A dozen or so, dry and strong self-asked to start fiercely can still be done, a dozen or seventy-eight? Such things must be done by the likes of Fabregas, a strong player.

  Qianjin is not simply fleeing, but seeking opportunities to fight while fleeing. He ran around the edge of the mountain stronghold, using knowledge learned from school tactical classes to mobilize the enemy's main force, then finding ways to make them disjointed in motion, and immediately delivering a fatal blow.

  The battle of the great army is like this, and it's the same reason when one person fights a group. The dry and seemingly lawless running around gradually causes these desperate knife-wielding men to start dispersing.

  "Opportunity!" Qian Jin saw the three knife-wielding men closest to him, and his legs suddenly stopped running. He turned around, and with a series of swift slashes, he ended the lives of the three men before continuing his escape.

  Soon, these knife-wielding men also discovered the problem. They began to form various small groups and then formed a large encirclement, gradually compressing the space of Qián Jìng.

  One hour...

  Qian Jin sat on the ground, which was littered with severed limbs, panting heavily. His machete was stuck in the ground beside him. Previously, his body had only been stained with other people's blood, but now he had more than a dozen deep and shallow wounds of his own. Even slight movements made him grimace in pain, as if he might pass out from the agony.

  "No wonder, the tactics teacher always emphasized that maps play an indispensable role in war." Qian Jin endured the pain and tore the clothes of the corpse into strips, then took out the wound medicine from the leather bag, gritted his teeth and sprinkled it on the wound, and simply bandaged the wound with the strips.

  As he tightened the cloth strip around his arm, dry and aching tears almost flowed out: "Thanks to Blake's map! If it weren't for this place not being marked as an ambush, I really wouldn't have known that maps had such uses in war. In the future if I join the army and enter the God Devil battlefield, I must draw my own map, otherwise I'd be putting my life in someone else's hands, how dangerous is that?"

  With a strong effort, he stood up with his war knife, looking at the chaotic battlefield around him that was like a slaughterhouse of Asura, and his proud emotions surged in his chest.