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The short-lived daze was soon replaced by anger. Being looked down upon by such a young warrior, the bandits instantly fell into a rage! Subconsciously, some of them clasped their weapons.

Bandits, especially those who worked for Bhang Wusheng, were all wolves. They would burst forth waves of fire once they were irritated. That was something their boss wanted to see most.

Interesting! Bhang Wusheng cracked a smile. His wolf pups were ruffled by just a few words from that young man. It seemed Qian Jin was a wolf of not only combat capability but also being outstandingly overbearing.

"Since he said so," said Bhang Wusheng, waving his wrist, "go as you like."

Hearing this, the bandits made no scruples to fight this battle. The hesitation on Beng Wuzui’s face, at the same time, was gone. In fact, he had even thought of stepping back when the bandits all turned to him with an expecting look just now.

Having seen how Qian Jin fought that clean fight and how he abused Te Jofy, Beng Wuzui wasn’t sure he could beat that young man in a one-on-one battle. There was even some uncomfortable feeling in him when facing that strange momentum.

It felt familiar like the pressure Bhang Wusheng had placed on him at the first day they met. It was on that very day that he was taken in by Bhang Wusheng as a henchman.

How absurd it was to be emotionally overwhelmed by a man who was actually weaker than him. But this absurdity burned more and more furiously like kerosene in a furnace!

Although the bandits all hoped that Beng Wuzui would obtain victory, they were a bit worried. But if Beng Wuzui could weaken that young man first, it would be great. The bandits were planning to take turns to tire Qian Jin out and win in the end; it didn’t sound pretty, but they cared for the victory.

Now since Bhang Wusheng had consented to a group scuffle, the bandits immediately barged out with a surge of confidence!

Unity was the strength!

Bhang Wusheng and the bandits knew this truth. After spending such a long time in the West Mountains of the Endless World, Qian Jin knew it better than anyone else.

As the bandits scattered, Qian Jin felt like being he was surrounded by wolves in the wilderness. Every move the bandits had made was exactly the same as wolves would.

Pressure! There was a kind of invisible pressure formed by the cooperating bandits. Yes, that was what Qian Jin wanted. Fighting in [Enlak’s Warrior Power House] was by no means beyond critical because he had never sensed death. He became more and more excited!

Anger blazed out of the surrounding eyes. They were not going to hold back even a little bit. Qian Jin clearly felt his cultivation path, after the pitched battle with Feng Linacis, had been insanely springing up like a sprouted seed after a spring rain.

Every battle, to this sprouted seed, was like fertilizer. Qian Jin would get something new from it.

In some fights, he had defeated his opponents without much effort. In other fights, he had been beaten up badly. But they were all valuable experiences. The absorption of those moments could not only enhance his Warrior Power but also improve his realm! It was hard to explain, but...

Instinctively, Qian Jin felt the improvement was the factor that might decide whether he could become a Saint Warrior.

Why? He didn’t know yet. It was just the instinct of a warrior! Sometimes it was even more accurate than a woman’s sixth sense! He believed it all the time! That’s why he had assumed a mock extravagance in front of those bandits.

The pressure was what he needed at this critical moment. Fighting them one by one could not generate enough nutrients.

"Good! Great!" Standing still, Qian Jin turned his running blood into a surge of pride. "Come! All of you! Show me why you are the honored number one bandit group! Show me if the freedom of my friends is worthy enough for me to work here for five years!"

In the knitted eyebrows of those bandits, anger was jumping! The value-proving fight was to check out what Qian Jin had got, but it seemed like Qian Jin was checking them out!

In order to redeem himself, Te Jofy, who had pulled himself together, launched a forestalled attack.

Again, Qian Jin felt a crude ecstasy! Unlike those proud warriors in academies, bandits would never care for their pride even if it was an outnumbered fight; they only cared for the pride of victory.

They cared about nothing except victory!

As the meatball stepped forward, other ones also started to move. After spending a couple of years together, they had known each other very well. Air exploded, pressure rose, and the wind whistled! It was like numerous magic spells had been cast.

The two Great Ultimate Mage kept flickering their fingers. Spells were instantly put on the bandits to help boost their strength, including the Iron Shield Spell which could increase the physical defense and the Rapid Feather Spell which enabled them to move faster.

Seeing both the Great Ultimate Mages were secretly helping the bandits, Bhang Wusheng cracked a significant smile. It seemed that young man had evidently touched some sore spot. With just a few words, the bandits all went crazy!

There were humans, demons, and barbarians!

Different Warriors from different empires all rushed at Qian Jin!

The battle broke out just like that! By clapping his hands together, the Warrior Power of Te Jofy was immediately activated. His muscles kept swelling and creeping. Aiming at Qian Jin’s head, the man pounded down like a giant hammer made of steel! The wind was whistling!

He was determined to smash that son of a bit*h into the soil! To Te Jofy, it had become a life-or-death battle. Having been fooled like a child just now, he had to redeem himself.

Assisted by his fighting technique, Te Jofy gathered all his fat together and turned them into a war hammer, which was vigorous and overbearing! This was his other trick! Most people thought him was as soft as cotton. Only a few knew his body was fairly sturdy.

Seeing the murderous look of Te Jofy, Qian Jin knitted his eyebrows together. "What? You’re trying to smash me into the ground, like what your boss did? No way!" Stretching his arm, Qian Jin stood up against "the hammer".

Joy bloomed in Te Jofy’s staring eyes! He didn’t really want to punch this kid. He was just playing the part of the distraction. The real threat was the Wolf King Bloodline warrior, Fifister, who was about to arrive! Haha! This young bastard would know the price of arrogance!

He did it! The delight of a realized ambition overcame Te Jofy. This was the difference between a veteran and a rookie! The punch was just a lure and Qian Jin was easily baited.

More often than not, Te Jofy would save some strength in his punch in case something might happen. But today, he didn’t need to worry about this. Even if Qian Jin could launch a counterattack after taking this strike, others would have already made it here.

The All-Star lineup of more than a dozen Golden Warrior Heart Warriors had formed an oppressive aura. No matter how oddly strong Qian Jin was, he would definitely not have the most accurate judgment under the irresistible hostility!

As the punch hit Qian Jin’s palm, Te Jofy felt like he had been lifted off the ground! Just before a tyrannical force was about to toss him away, something had clamped onto his arms.

What? Had Qian Jin caught him? How dare he do this in such a battle? His arms were as solid as rock but, he was in pain. How did Qian Jin obtain such horrible strength? Before Te Jofy could react, Qian Jin had already inserted his fingernails into the arms.

Without turning around, Qian Jin threw the meatball behind his back! The giant body, in the rattling sound, landed in the arms of that Wolf King Bloodline warrior.

What the fu*k? That Wolf King Bloodline warrior stared as his eyes turned into two apricots! He would have split the fat guy to continue his charge if this had been a life-or-death battle. But now...

There was not much time left! He had to tow out the stumbling block. But the second he touched Te Jofy, an awful brute force came to his palm as if he were towing a mad ox.

How the Wolf King Bloodline warrior wished it were a mad ox, then he could just kill the creature. But now? Te Jofy would be severely wounded if he put forth even a small amount of strength.

Being unable to hold the meatball, the Wolf King Bloodline warrior was knocked away. How depressed he was being a scapegoat!

Like an Undead, Ferdinando appeared from out of nowhere! Stretching his fingers, he stormed into Qian Jin’s chest!

Bang! Right onto the target! But before he smiled, pain attacked his palm. It was not a human body! It was a holy shield that only existed in legends! By the Gods! His wrist was almost strained!

[Wind and Cloud Golden Body]!

Surprise crept into the smiley eyes of Bhang Wusheng! Ferdinando was a Level 7 Golden Warrior Heart! Clash Mountain Palm was his specialty! With a full blow, a palm print would be left on an iron shield and the man behind it would be killed!

Looking at Qian Jin, he was as calm as ever like nothing had happened. Instead, Ferdinando almost cried out in pain!

In a short moment, all the bandits had approached Qian Jin. Automatically, they launched an attack from all directions! All the critical parts of Qian Jin were under angry eyes!

People were stunned! How could Ferdinando fail that sneak attack? Before they woke up from the shock, Qian Jin took a sudden breath, which arrived in his lungs immediately. The three Warrior Hearts inside started spinning around, and the warrior technique sequence was being arranged. The blue veins, muscles, and bones issued a series of crackling sounds.

Qian Jin pulled his body open like he was pulling on hundreds of bows at the same time! As his body shook and squeaked fiercely, Qian Jin’s eyes grew sharper than ever! There was even some fanaticism! By instinct, he unleashed...