Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Backbone

“For ordinary warriors, there is always an insurmountable gap.” Linguan Skylan slightly raised his chin. “No matter how talented they are, they just can’t beat our bloodlines.”

Linguan Linfeng seconded. “Exactly! We are destined to be Saint Warriors which is naturally out of their reach.”

“If we can figure it out how he beat the Level 9 Demon Slayer with the strength of a Level 1…” Linguan Honzhe glanced over at Linguan Skylan half-wakened. “Skylan, maybe your dream will come true very soon. Though you might not realize the Ultimate Awakening, there is a great chance you will beat them all the same.”

Linguan Skylanbarely stopped and kept walking. Thinking about what Linguan Honzhe had said for a moment, he smiled with his innate confidence. “Well, sometimes we are really flattering those ordinary warriors. In fact, we don’t need to approach them, which would only spoil them. We can have them at our feet by just showing what we’ve got.”

Linguan Linfeng nodded in appreciation. It had been the natural law since the Zence Empire was founded. Bloodline warriors and mages ruled this world! Nobody could change the history and the fact.

“It is hard to tell, I think. The Zence Dragon was not a bloodline…” Linguan Honzhe yawned at the bright stars. “Everyone in this world has a backbone. Some realize it and some don’t. Well, as far as I’m concerned, the man called Qian Jin? He’s got a straightest one!”

“Backbone? Huh… It comes into being only when you are desperate.” The self-possessed lion continued. “When he finds out that I will eat him without switching the Bloodline Battle Form on, he would know what the best is for him. Qian Jin… Though he seems naive, he is smart enough.”

Linguan Honzhe shrugged in another yawn. “I heard that the Qian Family will send warriors to the academy… There might be more… Qian Wushan? Don’t know if he is coming or not… He is cultivated as a candidate who has the biggest shot to awaken the Ultimate Elf King Bloodline Power.”

“Qian Wushan?” Linguan Skylan gently shook his head with an intriguing sneer. “He is too young, but it would be a surprise if he showed up here.”

That was surely a surprise.

While after the students at the prom sent Linguan Skylan away, they didn’t pay much attention to Qian Jin. Instead, they were all talking about Qian Wuqing.

Qian Jin defeated Wei Buhan with one punch and that was against all expectations! But compared to this, the Qian title cast out by the Elf King Bloodline all these years seemed much more appealing.

Several warriors tried to converse with Qian Wuqingin hope to be his retinues! The party, after all, was a platform for self-marketing! If they could make it, they would gain not only glory but also an easy life.

People, no matter warriors, mages or merchants, never desired to be at the top. All they wanted was a better life.

Warriors and mages might have to risk their heads on the Human-Demon Battlefront, but, no pain, no gain. More importantly, it was a shortcut for those unprivileged. It didn’t need any cost of investment except efforts and a little talent and luck.

“Durk…”

Holding Gabriella by hand, Qian Jin walked to Durk. This old classmate in Oakland seemed sturdier and more mature. Obviously, he had experienced a lot during this period because Qian Jin also detected some traces of decadence and frustration.

As they regarded each other, Durk was conscious of a constraint and he kept rubbing his hands. Forcing out a stiff smile, he said, “Qian… Qian Jin, long time no see.”

“Yes, it has been a long time.” Qian Jin answered while he nodded to Christine, who just stood there without uttering a single word. This sexy barbie had become taciturn compared to a few years ago. Qian Jin still remembered how she had chased him around for a duel. The smile on her face was more natural than Durk’s.

“Qian Jin, you won’t get away again next time I see you.”

With the help of two retinues, Wei Buhan passed by Qian Jin and stared at him as hard as he could. The stained cheek looked particularly grim like a bloody Undead that only existed in a bard’s tales.

It suddenly occurred to Qian Jin that instructor Rodriguez had once told him to watch Durk’s back! Barely looking at that crazy man, Qian Jin asked Durk in a caring voice, “How have you been these days? Rodriguez told me you would come here. I have been looking forward to seeing you, but I’ve been busy…”

The toughness on Durk’s face was gradually replaced by calmness. But in his eyes, Qian Jin saw rejection. “We could have dinner sometime later. Excuse me but I am tired today.”

Qian Jin was stunned by this man. He blankly looked at his back and wondered if he had said something inappropriate.

“No, Qian Jin…” Christine gently held Qian Jin by his shoulder and told him to quit chasing. “Just let him go.”

Well, Qian Jin was stunned once again. What’s wrong with these two old friends?

“He has been through a lot here. Durk… he was a star when back at Oakland. The instructors, as well as himself, all thought highly of him.”

Christine gently sighed as a touch of sadness flashed through her eyes. “Only after we arrived here had we come to realize that there is always someone better. With so many talents and elites, Durk could barely reach the medium tier.”

Qian Jin understood how Durk felt. He had been standing on the mountaintop for too long a time and suddenly, he just became nobody. The loss sometimes would generate only frustration instead of ambition.

“He has been looking for a strong master.” Christine glanced around and continued in a regretful tone. “But, no one has ever approached him. He tried to make some self-recommendations…”

The barbie turned somewhat sad. Qian Jin knew he shouldn’t ask more. Durk must have been rejected. In fact, he should have never bothered to market himself. Concentrating on how to improve his fighting ability was the best marketing.

He had taken a wrong path from the beginning trying to become someone’s retinue. He should strive to enhance the combat power and military knowledge if he wanted to bounce back.

“I can’t see him suffer anymore. So I said yes when he asked me to come here with him. He still had hopes that some powerhouse may choose him.”

Oh, that’s why she was here. Qian Jin nodded. Surely, Christine would be in the center of attention even though she was wearing her usual female warrior suit. Naturally, her partner for the night would also be in the spotlight.

“Hi, gorgeous… May I have the honor? ”

A mage with a level-9 badge on his chest asked Christine in an aloof way that only belonged to those courteous gentlemen…

“Sorry…” Christine squeezed a polite smile and reclined. “I am too tired today.”

“Are you?” The mage smiled confidently. “That’s alright… I’ll lead…”

“Sorry but I’m really tired.” Christine smiled as politely as she could while shaking her head. She shouldn’t have come here in the first place. She should have stayed in her dormitory and read.

The mage froze up. He walked away to the next target while murmuring indignantly, “Humph! Aren’t you here to sell, inferior? Why pretend like you are a virgin? Sooner or later, I will rip off all your clothes and throw you in my bed… And you will ask me for that…”

“Qian Jin…” said Christine, taking both his hands, “Don’t! It is like this in the academy! Nothing works except power…”

“Christine, you can’t put up with this.” Qian Jin withdrew the girl’s tender hands that were pressing on his shoulders. “He will still go overboard next time.”

“Hey there.” Qian Jin trotted to catch up with the mage and patted him on his shoulder. “You dropped something.”

The level-9 mage turned around and asked at a loss, “What is it?”

“Oh, sorry, my mistake.” Qian Jin answered while he patted again on his shoulder. By starting up the Latent Thunder, Qian Jin had actually injected a faint trace of Warrior Power into the man’s body through his shoulder.

Christine was confused. What was Qian Jin doing? He was so outrageous but he only patted the man’s shoulder. But maybe it was the best. He didn’t need to mess with that mage, which was definitely a rich kid.

“Well…” Qian Jin turned around at the mage that was leasing and told the barbie in a lowered voice, “He won’t be able to stand up tomorrow morning.”