Chapter 338: A Sleazy Life
Translator: Udong Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong
"Just place it on the outmost layer." Duren Burg pointed at the sand under his feet. "As heat is prone to rise, only a small portion of the heat will go beneath the tal. If that doesn’t work, let’s just get further away from it."
With the burning Jiuyang Fla Iron slightly rotating in the sand, the surrounding golden sand grains were instantly turned red.
Based on the calculation of his strength, Fanta Kunge gradually moved away from the tal for a little bit. Carrying the spear in his hand, Duren Burg picked a spot closer to the Jiuyang Fla Iron than Fanta Kunge.
After observing the locations chosen by Fanta Kunge and Duren Burg, Cech Flet silently positioned himself three ters closer to the Jiuyang Fla Iron than Duren Burg.
Duren Burg looked to Cech Flet blankly. As they had both beco Demon Capturers and awakened their bloodline power twice, there was nearly no difference between them in overall strength.
"Shiz. I chose the wrong place." Duren Burg stabbed his spear close to Cech Flet and walked to that location. H looked at the Cech Felt with a challenging tone and said: "I’m not afraid of you, not at all."
Fanta Kunge frowned and quietly moved three ters closer.
Cech Flet glared at Duren Burg, crossed his hands at his back, and leisurely moved forward by three steps.
Duren Burg resolutely pulled out the spear before following Cech Flet in moving forward. His actions said that he was determined to emulate Cech Flet this ti.
Recalling their battle for taking dicine in the Ruins, Qian Jin kept shaking his head. "Why did you people compete with each other in everything? Sooner or later I will fix you so that you won’t be able to put on this rat race anymore." Qian Jin thought to himself.
"How old are you?" Lucifer Lucy crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head repeatedly. "Could you three be any more childish?"
"Demon beauty, you wouldn’t understand this." Duren Burg imitated the way Cech Flet spoke. "As a macho man, how could I be defeated by a sissy?"
Sissy? Lucifer Lucy looked at Cech Flet, the boy who was bestowed with a pretty face which overshadowed all female humans and demons. For the mont being, after Duren Burg’s "enlightennt", she also felt that Cech Flet looked like a sissy.
Qian Jin had no ti to care about the competition between his three friends. He didn’t need to worry about them as long as they didn’t burn themselves to death. During his stay in the Pam Family, he had not only concocted so potions but also taken away so finished potions.
As long as he could achieve the rank of Pharmacy Grandmaster...Qian Jin smiled and sunk down into the sand. By that ti, he would be able to concoct strong potions by blending all those potions together.
Pam Honzi ca to realize why this small group progressed so fast. On one hand, it was because Qian Jin possessed special potions for healing injuries. On the other hand, the three had developed a candid type of friendship where they would compete with each other for better achievents.
This kind of competition hardly took place in the Pam Family. Most of the ti, the descendants of Pam Family would just feel jealousy towards each other instead of developing a virtuous rivalry.
"It’s really hardly seen." Pam Honzi crossed his legs as he sat on the ground, looked up at the sky, and started ditating. "I can build up an orderly architecture in the Pam Family through my compelling rules, but I cannot achieve what Qian Jin has done."
In stressing a completely equal and concerted competition with no difference in classes.
"Affinity is closely related to each person’s heart." Pam Honzi sighed gently. "I have to draw Duren Burg back to the Pam Family. By doing so, a batch of young and outstanding Hydra Bloodline Warriors will gather to form a special legion under Duren Berg’s leadership."
Pam Honzi turned to the four youngsters who had nearly buried themselves alive, thinking to himself that the leadership under Duren Burg was equivalent to giving the leadership to Qian Jin. If there could be healthy competitions, the combat power of the small legion would be increased by leaps and bounds.
When they matured and ca back to the Pam Family, they could create a virtuous competitive environnt.
There was no sense of the passage of ti in the Ancient Desert Sea. The power of ti, which inundated all other nooks and crannies, beca impotent when faced with the Ancient Desert Sea, a place that hadn’t changed in the slightest for millions of years.
One month’s ti 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 environnt and with the competition 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 ti 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 ti 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 ti. 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 class, 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 imdiately. This speed...this speed... Admittedly, if he had to re-cultivated, it would be natural for there to be a ti 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 rembered 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 seed to be pleased with his friend’s astonishnt. "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 tal essences absorbed into my body seem to have lted away and could be easily devoured by ..."
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 tal grasped in his hand seed to have lted away. The tal essence absorbed into his body was the most crucial part of the tal, which had beco highly tender due to the thermal flux, and thus could be easily devoured by him.
As for the Jiuyang Fla Iron... For the past few days, Qian Jin had looked up the Jiuyang Fla Iron in Uncle Blake’s library in an attempt to find out ways to lt it. But it turned out the Jiuyang Fla Iron was really hard to lt as it needed the Soul Power of warrior who had a fire-elental warrior power.
One characteristic of the Jiuyang Fla Iron that was easily neglected was that it could lt away ther tals. If carried by soone, it could lt a large part of any tal and help the person absorb the tal essence inside to increase the quality of one’s warrior power.
After seeing this introduction to the Jiuyang Fla Iron, Qian Jin eventually understood why he felt strange when he touched the Jiuyang Fla Iron with his Zhanmadao the other day.
Just with this simple touch, the Jiuyang Fla 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 tal and magma, Qian Jin was confident in forging another piece of advanced rare tal. Yet by that ti, even a Saint Warrior with fire-elental warrior power wouldn’t be able to lt it. He had to turn to a Saint Warrior who possessed a fire-elental Saint Soul and a fire-elental Soul Realm to lt it.
"Still it’s too fast..." Qian Jin kept shaking his head. Even if the Jiuyang Fla Iron could help Fanta Kunge lt away the tal essence, the speed was undoubtedly striking.
"He’s more formidable than ." Cech Flet retracted his Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form and slightly shook his head. "He is too diligent."
Duren Burg nodded to show his agreent. For the past month, Fanta Kunge had been dug out from the sand by his friends at least ten tis, at which monts he gave off a burnt sll 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 tis 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."
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