Chapter 66: Warriors, Killing Intent, Archers and War

  With just one sword, he single-handedly fought against 70-80 fifth-level warriors and ended up with only a dozen or so deep and shallow wounds on his body, having knocked down all of them. Normally, even if there were a dozen seventh-level warriors facing off against 70-80 fifth-level warriors, they would still be unable to emerge victorious.

  He took another sip of the restorative potion, and the refreshing energy surged through his body's acupoints once again, washing away a significant amount of fatigue from his body.

  "Next time, let's find a chance to discuss with Uncle Blake and see if we can go to the pharmacy to learn about pharmacology." Qian Jin exercised his powerful body: "This is really unthinkable."

  "Hsss...!" A shrill beastly cry came from the quiet woods, a huge mass of something was frantically moving back and forth in the grass thicket, suddenly a cracking sound of consecutive bone fractures ended its movement.

  Qianjin led the way, carrying a machete and crossing over the severed leg of a single-armed ape that had been cut down by the blade, as they walked into Xishan for three days.

  Every day I go to college for classes, otherwise I go to the blacksmith's shop to forge iron, or visit the Fabre family at home and have a good meal.

  By nightfall, I entered the endless world and continued searching for the Red Wolf.

  Qianjin took out the map given by Blake and carefully identified it. He had infinite admiration for the old blacksmith in his heart. Judging from the route on the map, this round trip would probably not take a day's time, but when he really walked, he found that there were countless things that were not marked on the map.

  There were seven of those sloppy knife-wielding gangs, and two of the leaders in one of the gangs were even seventh-level warriors. In that battle, Qing's strength was almost not enough to prevent him from being killed on the spot.

  Apart from the Knife Hand's stronghold, there were also packs of wolves that numbered in the hundreds, occupying strategic locations that were easy to defend but hard to attack, and every time they killed, it was a painstaking effort that left them drenched in sweat.

  In just three short days, Jian Jin has been killing his way here, his hands are now numb. Almost every day, he's swung his saber with all his might thousands of times, this road can be said to have been paved with blood and bones, even during the monthly full-day training at Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy, he had never felt as exhausted as today.

  In just three days, Qian Jing has successfully transformed a lot of theoretical knowledge from books into practice. The hidden learning among them has also been used extensively, and the last time he secretly approached from behind and used the back of his knife to break the single-armed ape's shin without being detected was a successful application.

  In these western mountains, the noses of beasts are extremely sensitive. With just a slight smell of blood, it's possible to attract a large number of beasts. Using the back of a knife to break the beast's shinbone is the best battle plan that Qianjin has come up with after all these days of research.

  This place is already very close to the red wolf's habitat, and Gan Jing must be extremely careful not to let the clothes washed clean in the forest lake get stained with any bloody smell again, and be discovered by the red wolves ahead of time.

  Under the intense killing, a faint aura of killing intent appeared on Qianjin's body. Ordinary wild foxes and wolves, who had just poked their heads out of the grass to attack Qianjin, were stared down by his piercing gaze filled with murderous intent, and they immediately urinated in fear, turning around quickly to flee into the grass and not daring to reappear.

  Through the grass, Qian Jing crouched down on top of a huge boulder, quietly peeking at a place not far below the rock, where about thirty or so red wolves with fiery fur gathered, also known as the Red Wolves that Blake mentioned.

  These red wolves are not very large, and the body of an adult is only a little over one meter. They lie quietly in different positions, lazily closing their eyes.

  In the pack of wolves, there was a red wolf with an unusually large head, its body length was nearly three meters long, and on its forehead grew four ears that kept rotating around, as if scouting out the surroundings.

  Next to it were several human-shaped skeletons, as well as broken swords. Each of the broken swords was not simply cut in half, but was instead torn into four or five pieces of varying sizes, clearly a result of being ripped apart by claws.

  Flare Wolf Beast! Qian Jin's heart suddenly tensed up, no! This isn't a Flare Wolf Beast, but rather a Red Wolf that hasn't fully evolved yet. It's currently in between a magical beast and a wild beast.

  Qianjin adjusted his breathing, suppressing the excited heart that was jumping wildly. Although the three days of combat training had already reached the initial level of a 9th-level warrior, he still had no chance of winning against an advanced complete-body magical beast.

  Gazing far away at the Red Wolf leader, he began to regret not wearing a set of bow and arrow when leaving Old Blacksmith Blake's place. Although he wasn't some kind of godly archer, he was also someone who got full marks in the warrior's archery course.

  "A skilled archer warrior can sometimes decide the outcome of a war by himself."

  Recalling Mr. Rodriguez's words again, Qianjin once again admired this teacher who had only a fifth-level warrior's strength. Although his combat strength was not strong, when it came to interpreting warriors and war, he didn't seem like an elementary school teacher at all.

  If Rodriguez's fighting spirit were stronger, Qianjin believed he would definitely become a teacher at a famous high-level academy, but unfortunately, due to the relationship between warriors, he was relegated to being a teacher at Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy.

  "The head wolf is the general, and the pack of wolves are the soldiers. If one can shoot the head wolf with a single arrow, the war will naturally end." Qian Jin slowly clenched his fist around the hilt of his saber: "When I get back this time, I not only want to forge my own saber for battle, but also personally craft a strong bow! And I'll read more books about archery!"

  A brief three-day mining trip, Qian Jin gained a new understanding of becoming a truly great warrior. It wasn't just about being able to fight, or taking down one person with one punch, or ten people with another punch.

  "Uncle Blake, is it really for me to go mining? Or am I supposed to know that being a great warrior isn't that easy?"

  He raised his head to look at the sun in the sky, now it's almost time for dinner, and he absolutely can't delay any longer. At night, the wolf pack is even more spirited and vigilant than during the day, making a sneak attack even harder.

  With a firm grip on the blade, he slowly moved up to the rock above the wolf's head, cautiously making no sound, and quietly gazed down at the wolf below.

  This is not the time to make a move, although the head wolf appears to be dozing off, its four ears are constantly rotating back and forth, indicating that its body has extremely high alertness.

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