Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 399: Something’s Wrong with My Legs! I Can’t Keel!

Translator: Udong Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong

What did Wei Buhuan look like to others? Any warrior who ranked below the 40th place would rather pick up a fight against the 39th instead of him.

This masochistic monster was too brutal... But Qian Jin defeated him with only one blow? What was the fighting technique that young man had been practicing?

"That is... Latent Thunder?"

Words with faint surprise but more hatred sounded in the crowd and resounded throughout the entire dance floor.

What? Titan Tsemo turned to Qian Jin once again. Was it really the long-lost Divine Fight Technique Latent Thunder that millions had tried to rediscover but none had succeeded?

Waking up from the shock, Titan Tsemo looked over into the crowd for the speaker. Qian Wuqing?

Qian Jin was also surprised by the Elf King whose eyes were blooming with animosity. He hadn’t expected this man who had awakened his bloodline power already would show up here.

Students standing in front of and beside Qian Wuqing all subconsciously made a way as they were all gossiping in a lowered voice about his identity.

"Well, finally, we have a Qian warrior here." Linguan Skylan once again leaned forward. In a shadow, the audience saw a pair of majestic eyes.

Fear rose from just a glance. They found themselves subordinate. He was like the king of all animals that was patrolling his territory and they were his subjects waiting to be examined.

Linguan Skylan took a quick look at Qian Wuqing and then withdrew his eyes to the wine glass on hand as if there were nothing in this world more important than it. "Unfortunately, I have no interest in this Qian warrior at all. I heard the one called Qian Wushan is pretty good, though. I would like to see him."

Hearing this, the crowd couldn’t hide the worship in their eyes anymore. Linguan Skylan was indeed a king with such presence and boldness.

"Hey, that was Latent Thunder, right?" Leaning against the sofa, Linguan Skylan took another sip of his wine that had just been filled by his retinue. "Come to me and we can chat about that if you have time. Seems it was time that I recruit new retinues."

All at once almost everyone on the dance floor fixed their eyes on Qian Jin! Some seemed envious, some surprised and some jealous.

For God’s sake, it was Linguan Skylan from the Griffin King Bloodline, one of the Ten Bloodlines in the Zence Empire. Known as the strongest Griffin King of the new generation, he was also the overlord of the Punitive Expedition Academy! He owned Zence’s future. He hadn’t recruited anyone since six months ago.

But now... Was he offering an opportunity for this young warrior who had just attended school for what, three days? What a lucky dog! Someone who ranked the 30th had once applied for the position but was rejected in the end.

No one had expected the reason should have been this, "You’ve used up all your potential and I don’t take losers!"

To be a retinue for Thunder Lion King? Some students seemed to stare out of jealousy. Anyone who made it would have a bright future waiting for him, including both the prestige and the reward. Even someday he might be killed on the Human-Demon Battlefield, his family would receive large amounts of pension from the Zence Empire as well as the Griffin King Family.

He couldn’t be too lucky. Dozens of students all gazed at Qian Jin. How they wished they could say yes for him. They craved for that feeling.

Subconsciously, Qian Jin poked a finger into his ear because he thought he might have misheard it. The Griffin King Bloodline warrior wanted to take him in on the condition that he shall offer the long-lost Latent Thunder, which no one was capable of beside him?

Reclining on the sofa, Linguan Skylan turned the transparent cup with his fingers, gently and leisurely.

Huh! For the first time, Qian Jin had felt that there was something so absurd in this world. A long-lost fighting technique was only worthy of a retinue position? It would take him nothing to be a retinue of an Elf King Bloodline warrior as long as he was willing to do so.

Even the smiling face of Snake Emperor Pam Honzi had shown up in his head. The strongest man of the Hydra Bloodline would be thrilled if Qian Jin said he wanted to be his retinue!

Griffin King Bloodline? Qian Jin forced a wry smile and shook his head again and again at the envy, jealousy, and hatred cast on him. They knew nothing about this. This long-lost Divine Fight Technique was Latent Thunder! A retinue position? He wouldn’t sell it for even millions of it! Besides, Linguan Skylan sounded like he was doing this out of charity. Only a fool would say yes.

"Well, thank you for being kind. But..." Qian Jin raised his eyebrows, "something’s wrong with my legs. I can’t keel. I’m afraid I have to say no."

The rolling glass suddenly stopped. It was the very last thing Linguan Skylan had expected. He sneered from his nasal cavity. Well, including the genius mage Gabriella, who had never shown any talent, it had been the second time that a non-bloodline dared to refuse him.

"Boy, do you even know what you are talking about?" A warrior behind Linguan Skylan suddenly stood up! He had a stalwart body and thick coils of golden hair. His eyes were cast in a similar mold as Linguan Skylan’s. He stared at Qian Jin, radiating an ineffable presence!

Many students quickly bowed their heads, trying to avoid an eye contact with this grumpy [Roaring Lion King] Linguan Linfeng for fear they would be involved in this troubled water.

"Something’s wrong with my legs!" Qian Jin looked at the roaring lion calmly and steadily. "I can’t kneel."

"You..." No sooner had Linguan Linfeng jumped over the sofa than he heard a laughter from the quiet dance floor.

Qian Wuqing laughed as loud as he could! He had chased after Qian Jin to this place. Before he could take revenge for his father, the Griffin King Bloodline warrior dared to insult him by those rude remarks first. How defiant! Who did they think they were?

Compared to the Three Ultimate Supreme Bloodlines, the Ten Bloodlines were nothing! Qian Wuqing concentrated all his attention on Qian Jin. The punch over there was way more aggressive than it had been in the Qian Family battle.

Qian Jin... Qian Wuqing clenched his fists. He couldn’t venture to challenge Qian Jin at this moment. He had to bear and forbear because Qian Jin was too damn strong to be defeated, at least for now.

"There is only 10 percent odds of success that a peak warrior could inherit a Warrior Heart! By the time I accidentally got the Latent Thunder, I also found out how to make it 100%! Today, I will give you all!"

Qian Wuqing was only a step away to obtain the Golden Warrior Heart! Heaving a long sigh, Qian Wuqing uncurled his fists. As long as he condensed his Warrior Heart into a golden one, he could have a certain advantage against Qian Jin in terms of quality.

All he had to do now was wait. When the time came, he would defeat and disable that son of a bitch! In a flash, Qian Wuqing blocked Linguan Linfeng, who was walking toward Qian Jin.

"Elf King..." The giant lion overlooked Qian Wuqing with his golden eyebrows jiggling up and down. "Are you here to challenge me?"

"Challenge?" Qian Wuqing bit his lips and uttered a disdainful sneer. "Are you kidding me? On what earth would the noble Elf King challenge you, one of the so-called Ten Bloodlines? Open your fu*king eyes! I’m one of the Three Ultimate Supreme Bloodlines! I rank higher than you soft eggs!" action

The proud face of Linguan Linfeng twisted because of anger. He scowled and screwed up his face with exasperation like lines of whips. The thickest blue veins on his arms, which were almost as round as ordinary legs, kept bouncing. "What did you say?"

"I am talking about the fact that all the warriors are aware of." By a sudden turn, Qian Wuqing pointed at Qian Jin. "I came here not for any new fighting techniques! I’m only here for Qian Jin! I’m here to defeat him, to take back the glory that belongs to my father and the Elf Kings! Qian Jin, this time, I will not let you win!"

The confident cry echoed in the hall as well as the heads of all the audience!

Titan Tsemo was stunned! Did that mean Qian Jin had defeated both Qian Wuqing and his father, Qian Chenyu, an Elf King veteran? Although Qian Chenyu was said to be just a Level 9 Demon Slayer, he had the best fighting experience from numerous life-and-death battles. Qian Jin was not even a bloodline warrior! How could he do this?

Linguan Linfeng held up his head and checked Qian Jin for another time. "Is he from an unheard of bloodline? Otherwise, he couldn’t have done that even he had the Latent Thunder! As for ordinary warriors, only the Fanta Family is somewhat qualified to challenge the bloodlines."

The Fanta Family had an occult practice, by which the family members could enhance their physical strength. With the increasingly growing accumulation, they could level up much faster than others when they became adults.

"You son of a bitch... I’m going to kill you..."