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The young bandit barely finished his words he found that his partner who had been knocked by the wood stick was standing on the ground motionlessly, instead of being stimulated to fly up high. On his silent face, there wasn’t a hint of agony, misery, or pain.

"Fly?" Qian Jin lifted his hand and tapped the thick timber piles with his forefinger softly, producing a string of dull sounds which resembled the clash of an iron stick knocking on the wood stick. "You long to fly so ardently?"

How come? The two young bandits changed their faces at the same time. How did this person escape from the impact force made by the tumbling timber piles? Judging from the knocking sound, he should have infused a lot of force.

But in case there was infused enough force, his fingers would easily be hurt. However...

"No comments?" Qian Jin buckled the timber tile in front of him and rotated his warrior power by using his Warrior Heart at a high speed. By doing so, he directly activated his Wind and Cloud Golden Body and pierced his ten fingers deeply into the wood. Then he harshly separated his arms to both sides swiftly.

Crack. A string of harsh sounds which resembled either bone being fractured rang in the air or the land being torn apart. The thick and robust timber was ripped unto pieces with Qian Jin’s bare hands.

The crevice on the timber spread swiftly from Qian Jin to the rival before him.

An integral timber changed into two halves, as if having been chopped apart by an ax in an irregular way and was suddenly teleported in front of the two young bandits.

"Oh, my stars. This person... is this person a Barbarian? Is he a Behemoth Bloodline Warrior? No sooner had the two bandits finished howling that they saw Qian Jin grasp the broken wood pieces in each of his two hands and pull them back and push them forward all of a sudden.

Whine. A string of dull and screeching sounds was produced by the wind rushing in the air that rang out in the silent yard, which seemed to be echoed by a faint sound played by the war drum, suffocating the two bandits.

Bang. Crack...

At the same time, the knocking sound was produced in the air, a bang produced by bones being fractured rang from the two young bandits’ chest. They flew backward like an arrow, mouth filled with scarlet and pungent blood.

"Let me help you with that." Qian Jin seized the tumbling timber piles with two hands firmly and walked toward the two young bandits who were sprawling on the ground with a mouthful of blood. Were it not for the body-protective fighting technique, the Wind and Cloud Golden Body, and his quick and acute defending abilities, the one who would be vomiting blood on the ground with broken bones would be him.

No need to feel sympathetic for the enemies. Qian Jin looked at the two young bandits in silence. "I have satisfied your desires for flying. Now it’s your turn to answer my questions. Who shall I look for as a newcomer for training."

Sprawling on the ground, the two young bandits kept groaning, while looking at Qian Jin blankly. Given the warrior power and impact force conjured by this person just now... he... was he a newcomer? How could a newcomer behave so imperiously? Wasn’t it common practice that the newcomers to this place would be fooled by the seniors for some time?

"You don’t want to tell me?" Qian Jin crossed his hands at his back and walked deep into the training site without casting a look at the two poor things.

Training? Qian Jin shook his head slightly. Just now he heard from Te Jofy that as long as he could get the approval from the instructors, he could finish this so-called training ahead of schedule.

So why should he remain here attending the useless training? Qian Jin kept marching forward. He had no time or interest to hide in a corner.

Crush it.

While pacing forward, Qian Jin kept telling himself that entering the bandit group as a bandit wasn’t in his interest, while to attend the training seemed even more boring.

The bandit group was a place that strength talked, everyone here should save their energy for the real fist-to-fist fight.

Walking past the outmost circle of the fort, Qian Jin stepped deeper into the yard, where he saw four young bandits dressed in metal armor fighting with each other with assorted varieties of weapons.

At the sight of Qian Jin, these four bandits stopped fighting. Now that they hadn’t seen anyone of such a young age. "He ought to be a bandit taking part in the training." They thought to themselves.

The four young bandits stopped fighting against each other and strode toward Qian Jin with their weapons grasped firmly in the hands. The stamping of their metal war boots with the ground produced a string of horrific screech.

"Are you the instructors?" Qian Jin continued walking forward. "Do you long for fighting against me?"

The four hostile-looking bandits wore a surprised face, wondering why this bloke showed no signs of fear or the typical cravenness seen in the newcomers.

"You, noob, to clean those weapons, or else we will fight against you."

The tallest among these four, who was carrying two iron hammers in the hand, looked Qian Jin in the eye, trying to tell the mental state of Qian Jin from his expression. In case he saw any signs of timidity, he would release the attack against him.

If not, he would think about other ways to deal with this newcomer.

Then let’s get started." Qian Jin swirled his feet above the ground in the way Duren Burg snuffed off the cigarette. Then he leaned forward slightly towards the four bandits like a robust leopard. With a gust of wind produced in the air, it was like he teleported in front of the four bandits all of a sudden.

Upon standing firm in front of the four bandits, Qian Jin poked his hands forward, seized the hammer grasped by the very bandit who gave the heckling speech at him and pulled it down. The bandit felt a string of burning pains on the palm as if being sprayed a speck of chili powder on the wound.

Crack. The bandit felt that his shoulder was being pulled downward by brute force and then got dislocated, the severe pains of which made him secrete a cluster of cold sweat on his forehead.

Before the other three bandits came to their senses, Qian Jin threw the hammer toward his back casually, by doing which the energy connections on his arms and shoulder gave out a string of droning sounds. All at once, his body transformed into a powerful bow and employed his arms as the arrows.

No sooner had the roaring sound produced by the clash of the body with the air stopped when the splashing sound of the arrow shower rippled against the background, making the four bandits feel as if they were being besieged by hundreds of archers who had prepared thousands of arrows for them without knowing which arrow would hit first.

The Fighting Technique, [Chain Arrows].

The four bandits felt blazed in front of their eyes and felt like stepping back, yet they had no knowledge of which corner they could use to hide. Before they could take any moves, these four bandits heard a string of clanging sounds in the air, the penetrating force of which resembled that of a horde of rushing buffalos. As the penetrating force got through their bodies cloaked by the metal armor, the four bandits were smashed into the sky.

Pitter... patter...

The four bandits fell onto the ground like a dozen iron pans flopping down collectively, producing a series of clashes in the air. Qian Jin slowly stood up, placed his hands behind his back and went on marching forward.

The four bandits threw out mouthfuls of blood at the same time and tried to move their bodies, just to find that they had at least ten broken ribs. Upon lowering their heads, they were dumbfounded.

The iron armors used for fending off the arrows all had dents on them. They looked like as if they were struck by a stack of forging hammers. The dented were very close to their skin and bones.

This... where on earth did this newcomer come from? The four bandits felt so shocked that they nearly lost their ability to speak. Looking at each other’s confused faces, they tried to get an answer from each other. Didn’t he know what pain meant? This was metal armor! How could he use his fist to hit them?

How could his fists be harder than metal armor?

Qian Jin kept strolling forward. Seen from the outside, the drilling site of the bandit group looked spacious. Upon actual observation, Qian Jin realized that this was true.

Walking past one small yard, Qian Jin walked into another tiny yard. Shortly after pushing the door open, Qian Jin heard a harsh gust of wind whooshing into his ears

Then Qian Jin saw a dozen arrows, of which the heads were not sharply carved, but were made into compact cylinders. These were the special arrows used for practicing shooting in the army.

Under the strong push from the archers, these arrows were giving out strong impact force capable of breaking down the wood pieces. It seemed that this crowd of bandits possessed stronger might than the two bandit dispatches Qian Jin had run into previously.

Hearing the melodic vibration from the string, these dozen archer seemed to have visualized their opponent falling onto the ground and crying out in pain.

"Unqualified archers..."

Qian Jin’s ruthless voice rang in the air like a gust of cold current blown in summer, which suddenly froze the entire yard. Then he lifted his left hand and curved it in the air, by doing which the handful of flying arrows fell into his palm all at once.

"How come?"

This handful of archer bandits shrieked out of fear at the same time, and then looked at the arrows held in Qian Jin’s hands in a bemused way. How could he manage to grasp this dozen arrows by a simple move?

"The primary task for an archer is to hide in a cloaked place so as not to be found by the enemy. Then he should release a deadly attack at the right timing. I sensed your targeting before I pushed opened the door of the yard. Your failure is not avoidable."

Qian Jin said in an idle way and swung his wrist to pull out the [Shoot Moon Bow] from the air effortlessly. Then he threw a dozen arrows onto the ground carelessly. The feather decorations on the arrows were stirred to flutter slightly by his leg.

The attention of this handful of archer bandits was attracted to the arrows stuck in the ground. During common drillings, the cylinder heads of these arrows were smeared with white lime, making it hard for them to be stabbed into the simulated targets made of straws. To stab them into the solid ground like this was even harder.

What the hell was this wrist strength? What he was confronted with were arrows with dull heads!

"Let me show you what shooting really means."

Qian Jin held the bow in his left hand and pulled out several arrows from the ground aimlessly. Before stretching the bow to its fullest, he started swinging his wrist above the string, by doing which a dozen arrows were released to fly like a meteor shower and knocked onto the bows grasped by the archers.