Chapter 64: Potion (2/2)
One chop, two chops, three chops…
Broken limbs were scattered on the ground; the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood; the decadent swordsmen who were living vigorously seconds ago now went into forever silence.
Qian Jin lifted his hand and felt for the bloodstain on his forehead, and then he lowered his head to look at Zhanmadao clenched in his palm. It deserved to be a Warrior Weapon! Its warrior energy transmission exceeded that of an ordinary weapon. Moreover, its tenacity and hardness overshadowed the ordinary ones. One act of [Horizontal Chop] could easily chop off the enemy’s head; in front of such a Warrior Weapon, the ordinary weapons were as weak as tofu.
Raising up his head and looking at the faraway Western Mountains, Qian Jin fastened his steps.
Having not walked too far, Qian Jin met with another bulk of decadent swordsmen, and among their lines were several wolves.
Qian Jin was left with no time to think about why the wolves didn’t attack the swordsmen, rather, he held his Zhanmadao to take the initiative to fight against the opponents.
With the lift of his hands, the sabre fell down in an instant, producing masses of blinding flashes among both sides.
One chop… another chop… once again…
Qian Jin rushed down the way towards the West Mountain with Zhanmadao held in his hand. Some two or three hundreds of people died because of his sword. Was it not for his strong stamina and strength gained through days of blacksmithing, he would have been exhausted after so many consecutive fights.
Walking into the Western Mountain, Qian Jin was stained with dirty blood all over his body. Having killed so many living things within such a short time, including both people and animals, he now got rid of unwise sympathy and felt no hesitation when chopping anything that was living and aggressive.
Another chop! One Red-grained Tiger was cut into half, and at the same time, Qian Jin heard the system wizard say,
“Your warrior energy has improved by one level, and you have become a Level 7 Warrior…”
Qian Jin stopped to lean across a tree, and clenched his fists while activating his inner warrior energy, wearing a surprised and excited expression. “I have actually made a breakthrough? Level 7 Warrior energy? That is to say, from now on, I’m the real Strongest Warrior in Oakland Mage and Warrior Novice Academy? Even the top warrior apprentice of grade three cannot defeat me?””
“Ouch! It’s such a great deal to have improved my warrior energy while looking for One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron.” Qian Jin held his Zhanmadao and strode towards the higher place of the West Mountain. “Come on, give me another crowd of Red-grained Tigers.”
Perhaps because of having killed too many living things, Qian Jin walked for two hours just to find that wherever he stepped on, there were corpses of beasts and swordsmen.
“Whir, whir… it’s so tiring! I can’t put up with it…” Qian Jin climbed onto a tree and took out one bottle of power recovering potion from his leather bag. Having performed chopping and killing through his way, his Level 7 warrior energy had completely ran out.
Looking at the baby blue liquid in the bottle, Qian Jin somehow doubted whether it could really help recover warrior energy. Even if Qian Family’s collection of books hadn’t covered all libraries of Zence Empire, it still rivalled the other two supreme Bloodline Warrior Families and the Royal Family of Zence Empire.
Qian Jin once served as a management lad of Qian Family’s home library for two years, and during which, he read a lot about the exotic and anecdotal books, but he hadn’t seen any record of some potion which helped to recover warrior power just by drinking one bottle of it. In fact, he had heard that some Rune Artists could make equipment which helped to quickly recover energy by combining such equipment with warrior stones.
Potion? There were various kinds of medicine for wounds and healing illness, but it sounded too quirky to regain warrior power merely by one bottle of potion.