Chapter 859 (1/2)

Chapter 859: Cultivating Fighting Intent

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Five armies encircled the hill. Above them, five streams of fighting intent surged while all five armies were at rest, so the offensiveness of the aura of fighting intent seemed to be restrained and even somewhat docile.

However, Mu Chen, who had knowledge of fighting intent, knew that this meekness was only a superficial phenomenon. The origin of fighting intent was the combination of each soldier’s own spirit and will. So long as these soldiers were full of fighting spirit, the fighting intent would immediately rise with the change of their will and become full of aggressiveness.

Mu Chen’s black eyes stared at the five distinct streams of majestic fighting intent as he ruminated. He could now control the Nine Nether Troop’s fighting intent with perfect precision, but the number of soldiers in the Nine Nether Troop was limited, after all. With the improvement of Mu Chen’s strength, he was no longer satisfied with just controlling the fighting intent of the Nine Nether Troop…

However, such a well-trained army could not be trained overnight, and every soldier needed a long time to integrate the spiritual power with their will. Only after the spiritual power and the will were matched could they integrate. Otherwise, it would be like a bucket of loose sand, and the fighting intent would not have the slightest power.

When comparing a thousand members of a motley crew with a thousand combatants who were capable of merging spiritual energy and will, it was clear that the latter would crush the former.

Thus, even if Mu Chen felt that the Nine Nether Troop could no longer satisfy him, he did not have too many ways to become a war troop dispatcher. If there was no huge elite army acting as support, it would be impossible to accomplish anything. It would be like expecting a cook to make a meal without any ingredients. No matter how skillful the cook was, it just wouldn’t be possible.

The power of a war troop dispatcher came from one’s army.

Mu Chen now had a great opportunity to try with the other four armies before him, including the Cracking Mountain Palace’s Cracking Mountain Army, Blood Hawk Palace’s Blood Hawk Troops, Spirit Sword Mountain’s Spirit Swordsmen, and Cave Grand Cliff’s Grand Army…

If he could use his own strength to resonate with the four armies, then it would show that he was likely able to control the four armies’ fighting intents.

If he could really achieve that, Mu Chen’s power was bound to reach an astonishing degree. He was able to compete with Xu Ba, a Sixth Grade Sovereign, by virtue of the Nine Nether Troop’s fighting intent alone. He would no longer need to fear the Sixth and Seventh Grade Sovereigns if he could advance with the help of the other four armies.

Of course, Mu Chen was not a fool, and he knew that his current strength now may not be enough to control the majestic fighting intent of five elite armies. Unless he could really become a war troop dispatcher, the vastness of fighting intent alone could erode and destroy his willpower.

That would only cause things to backfire, and he would have to let nature run its course.

However… control might be impossible, but if he could resonate with the armies, it would at least prove that he had that potential, and perhaps he would be one step closer to becoming the mysterious war troop dispatcher.

Although this kind of interference in the other lords’ armies seemed to be overstepping his boundaries, Mu Chen had ways to resolve the problem afterwards.

Thinking of this point, Mu Chen could not help but take a deep breath of cold air. Hesitating no longer, he slowly closed his eyes. His mind was in the dark night sky, rippling like waves.

His vision was dark, but the perception of his mind became increasingly vast. In Mu Chen’s sense of perception, the five oceans of fighting intent surrounding the mountains quietly rippled. It seemed that there was a lot of fighting intent roaring, shaking the space.

Amid the five oceans of fighting intent, Mu Chen felt one that was incredibly familiar, and that was from the Nine Nether Troop. As for the other four, each of them was hovering like ferocious dragons and tigers.

Mu Chen pondered and spread out his thoughts to approach the four great oceans of fighting intent. Hesitating slightly, he then tried exploring to make contact.

Boom!

However, just as Mu Chen’s mind had barely made contact with those four streams of fighting intent, it was harshly rejected and rebounded back, attracting unconscious resistance and an attack from the majestic fighting intent, shocking Mu Chen’s mind.

The first attempt at contact concluded in failure.

Mu Chen knitted his brows and frowned. The streams of fighting intent seemed extremely resistant to unfamiliar minds approaching. If his thoughts had been mixed with any aggression before, he would have been attacked by the four streams of fighting intent.

These fighting intents were too sensitive.

After a long silence, Mu Chen’s frown relaxed slowly, as he was quite familiar with the concept of fighting intent and knew that it was useless to control it by force.

Mu Chen gradually calmed down his fluctuating state of mind, quietly waiting for his heart to calm down completely, only then spreading his thoughts out again. This time, he did not deliberately touch the four streams of fighting intent, but instead let his thoughts spread in the night sky like a wave of water, gradually rippling out, and finally making contact with the four great streams of fighting intent again.

Buzz.