Chapter 279: Never Flinch! Unyielding Glory (1/2)

Chapter 279: Never Flinch! Unyielding Glory

Translator: UdongEditor: EbonyFrost, Udong

Fanta Kunge twinkled and swiftly jumped down into the hole as Qian Jin had clarified explicitly. The terrestrial heat here could melt the metal essence absorbed just in the same way the burning fire could melt the metal.

To remove the impurities inside the body that go there via the absorbed fine metal essence from the very beginning, one had to go through refining and purifying.

After Qian Jin experienced the process of burying a man alive, he then turned away, looked at the hole dug for him and took out the Iron-arm Mantis Bloodline Fighting Technique from the warrior dimension.

Wind and Cloud Warrior Power could imitate the Iron-arm Mantis Bloodline, though with a functioning resemblance of eighty percent. After acquiring Warrior Heart Consciousness, the performance could be lifted to ninety percent. While during the special experience where Enlak placed heavy pressure on him, the similarity nearly reached one hundred percent.

Read it. Read it once again. Qian Jin had the inkling that his simulation of the Iron-arm Mantis Bloodline Fighting Technique through Wind and Cloud Warrior Power could reach up to ninety-nine percent, if not a hundred. He must have missed something.

The moment the scroll was unfolded, Qian Jin saw a glaring beam of sunlight radiating on its surface, and the scroll seemed to be squirming while the heat in the air was…this was…

Qian Jin looked at the light radiated from the scroll just to find that the picture of the Iron-arm Mantis Bloodline Warriors in the Human-Demon Battlefront drawn on the front was projected to the sky!

Mirage. Qian Jin blankly gazed as the picture projected into the sky turned slowly grew clearer.

Then the picture was completely vivid where the roaring wind seemed to have echoed in the growling voices of the innumerable humans and demons in the battle. The previously motionless picture now appeared animated as a result of tumbling air in the mirage.

Upwards of thirty Iron-arm Mantis Bloodline Warriors were fighting violently with the sieging demons. Somewhere not far from the battlefront stood a huge canopy, a special symbol familiar to every warrior apprentice admitted into the warrior academies, the canopy of the carriage of the current Demon King.

Thirty people, the canopy of the Demon King, and his millions of demon soldiers.

These thirty people charged and led a dauntless attack towards the Demon King’s canopy. No one flinched even one inch in the face of the millions of demons. Wielding their robust arms which were stiffer than blades, they kept marching forward.

Thirty. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Eighteen. Eight. Seven. Three. One. The number of the Iron-Arm Mantis Bloodline Warriors was decreasing fast. But every time an Iron-arm Mantis Bloodline Warrior fell down, there would be many demons perishing alongside him.

No surrendering. No flinching. No yielding.

This small group of thirty advanced until they reached the canopy of the Demon King and then came to their end in peace and glory.

Until the end of the battle, not one of the thirty-man group waivered or surrendered. They demonstrated with their lives the tenet of dashing forward without flinching or yielding. The heroic history of the Iron-Arm Mantis Bloodline Family was unraveled in the tumbling scroll.

Qian Jin felt a little suffocated; as if for the first time, the spirits of these Iron-arm Mantis Bloodline Warrior thousands of years ago were now awakened by the roaring wind.

At this moment, Qian Jin felt that he was back in the bloody cruel battle where the Iron-Arm Mantis Bloodline Warriors had lost all hope of victory. If they surrendered, their lives might be saved, but if they persisted, they would only end up perishing.

And at this moment, his contempt of the Iron-arm Mantis Bloodline Family who betrayed Zence and went off to the Demons vanished into the void, while what was left in his mind was sheer respect and astonishment.

All of a sudden, Qian Jin seemed to have felt the beating of his Warrior Heart while this series of images had been graved deep into his memory.

The mirage scene didn’t last long, but it had deeply touched Qian Jin’s soul with its heartrending tragic heroism.

Who said that Iron-Arm Mantis Bloodline Warriors were all nasty cowards? What was this? It was the real spirits of these warriors which had returned to the stars long ago.

Fight to the death. Never flinch or give up. Dash forward, over and over again. Never look back.

Qian Jin looked at the sky without traces of the mirage indulged in his pondering on the Iron-Arm Mantis Bloodline Warriors. He used to look down on these warriors who shamelessly kowtowed at the Demons, even when he was performing Dividing Metal Multi-Chops

But now, the scenes revealed in the mirage subverted all historical records.

Those scenes couldn’t be the creations of sheer imagination by the painters, but the products of someone’s real-life experiences of that battle. As the scroll was drawn with heavy brushwork of the Demons, one could presume that it was the memoir of a member of a Demon which was then obtained by the Iron-Arm Mantis Family later on and affixed to the training technique.