Commanding Wind and Cloud

"I heard that tomorrow's duel is also a demon warrior?" Cage put his legs on the table casually and looked at the timid Jiubo Keller: "What's your name? What's your background? How old are you? When did you become a demon warrior?"

"It's called enthusiasm, no background, less than nineteen years old, the time to become a demon warrior..."

"Enthusiasm?" Cage stood up in a sitting posture leaning back, and asked gloomily with his hands on the table that almost overwhelmed Keller: "Is it the student from the Oakland Academy of Magic and Warriors? The one who has been missing for two years?"

Keller nodded subconsciously, wondering in his heart that this motivation had never been mentioned in front of him, why did his attitude become so strange when he said his name?

"Okay, very good! It's really great! I didn't expect it to be him~ Motivation...motivation!" Cage smiled viciously, pounding his fist heavily on the table, shaking the oil lamp on the table high, and there was a fist hole in the sturdy table top.

Keller felt something was wrong, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know him?"

"I know it, I know it very well." Cage sat back in the chair, leaned back slightly and said, "I saw him once at school today, and I wanted to wait until I went to school to see him again, and beat him up. Dare to push me? Very good, I will kill him tomorrow through a duel."

"Cage..." Keller said in a low voice, "I'll tell you one thing, don't be angry. In fact, when Gran went out, he was looking for that motivation. He said that before you duel, he would consume his grudge first, and then seriously injure him, so that you can win the battle."

"It's troublesome." Cage raised his eyes and waved his hand again: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the result of the duel will not change in any way. He finally found a demon warrior who is weaker than him, so let him play. But remember to tell him, don't provoke Fabredis and the city lord in the future, and if you want to die, don't implicate our Kai family."

"Of course, Master Cage will use tomorrow's duel as a warm-up for the next selection. As for the magic student, I will let her disappear in the magician battle."

The back of the house was pushed away again, and Keller saw the forty-two-year-old Green Pan mage wearing a black magic robe, holding his staff inlaid with a red gem the size of an egg, and slowly walked into the room.

The arrogance on Cage's face was slightly subdued, and his sitting posture leaning against the back of the chair became a lot more regular. He stared at Master Green Pan who sat down slowly and nodded slightly: "Mr. Green Pan, today's meditation is over so soon?"

"Yes." Green Pan habitually stroked the crystal ruby ​​on the staff: "I feel a little sorry for taking Kai's salary for nothing every day. I am really excited to think that there will be a duel tomorrow."

"Mr. Green Pan lives in our Kai's house, so it's not for nothing." Keller quickly put on a smile. He didn't dare to show any disrespect to Green Pan, who was backed by the Magic Guild and had a bad temper.

"It's nothing, haha..." Green Pan stroked his favorite staff: "After finishing the work for you this time, I want to go back to the Magic Guild in Yongpu Province and sit quietly for two years."

"Two years?" Keller was taken aback, and quickly asked: "Why did Mr. Green Pan go back for so long? Is he dissatisfied with the salary paid by our Kai family? This is negotiable... You also know that if Oakland lacks your support..."

"It's not a question of salary." Green Pan smiled and liked Keller's attitude very much, and waved his hand gently: "I'm leaving, and I will find my apprentice to take over for me to help the Kai family temporarily. As for why I left..."

Green Pan raised his head slightly, with indescribable pride in the excitement on his face: "Because I feel that my spiritual power is close to its peak. After returning to the Magic Guild to sit quietly for two years, I should be able to gather my spiritual power and become a great magician!"

The teacup Keller held in his hands trembled suddenly, and he looked at Green Pan's proud expression in surprise. The value of a great magician is almost as different as that of a magician.

"Congratulations."

Cage smiled slightly and nodded his head lightly. The great magician is indeed very precious, but as a warrior who is awakened by the bloodline, he will never look up to a great magician! As long as you give enough respect, after all, on the battlefield of humans and demons in the future, if you can get the support of a great magician, it is much better than getting the support of a magician.

Green Pan was very satisfied with Keller's surprise, and gently turned the staff inlaid with red gemstones in his palm, which he named [Rising Sun]: "Now, with this staff of Rising Sun, I can almost achieve the level of instant magic. Tomorrow's duel will be more exciting than you can imagine."

"Yes, yes, I am also looking forward to tomorrow's arrival earlier." Keller put on a more obsequious smile on his face, and secretly calculated the time when Grann would go out. Now it should be almost time to arrive at Luo's mourning hall, right? I don't know how much blood he would have to spit out before he interrupted to be satisfied? Don't be excited for a while, just kill your energy.

At night, a black cloud slowly covered the half moon in the sky, and the breeze blowing on the deserted streets of the mourning hall made it even more deserted.

Walking on the quiet street of the mourning hall with a big sword in his hands, Grann shrank his neck a little, frowned and looked around the environment feeling the cool breeze blowing from behind.

"The Luo family is in front of you." Gran took two quick steps with the big sword in hand, raised his hand against the courtyard wall and hopped lightly, clasped the top of the solid wall with his palm and pulled it hard, propped his toes against the wall to borrow strength, turned over and squatted on the wall of the Luo family's courtyard, staring at the courtyard for a moment: "This is...?"

Gan Jin was holding a saber in his hand, standing quietly in the courtyard like a stone sculpture, and he couldn't even feel the breath of a living person in his whole body.

Gran took a look, and the first thing that appeared in his line of sight was even a rock. After a closer look, he realized that it was indeed Qian Jin himself, who looked like he was standing there sleeping.

Luo Lin's body was still parked in the mourning hall, and a few white silks were gently swaying in the wind, and no living people could be seen anymore.

"Tonight, are you keeping vigil?" Gran chuckled, covering the part below the eyes with the black cloth tied around his neck: "This is great, I should be able to play for a while..."

"Since you're here..." The stone-like body suddenly spoke, and it floated in the mourning hall, which sounded even more strange: "Then come down from the wall, after all, you are also a demon warrior."

Gran turned his head around to search, and found that there was no one else on the wall. He felt uneasy and curious, did he really find me? Or did you guess someone might be coming? Just bluffing?

"Aren't you coming down?" He said with the same enthusiasm as before, closing his eyes and concentrating calmly, "Mr. Gran, you came here with a murderous intent, you don't mean to pay homage to Fatty, do you?"

Gran was slightly startled, looked at the motivation curiously, turned over and jumped to the ground and took off the black cloth covering his face: "Boy, where did you learn the warrior scouting technique? If you give this technique to me tonight, then I won't do it. I'll let you stay more aggressive and fight Cage tomorrow."

"Are you considered a core member of the Kai family in Oakland, right?" Motivated not to answer the question, he continued with his own words: "You should be very clear about the cause of Luo Lin's death, right? Tell me, I can forgive you for disturbing Fatty's rest late at night, and save you from death."

"What did you say?" Grann seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and the smile on his face became a little more ferocious. He squeezed his fists and fingers back and forth, making a crackling sound: "Save me from death? Since you don't take the initiative to hand it over, I will beat you up and let you know how to write in pain."

"It hurts? Can you do it?" Mo Jin closed his eyes and said, "I rarely give the enemy a chance. You can think about it again, and the cause of Luo Lin's death..."

Gran let out a low growl, turned his shoulders and let out two rattling sounds, his fighting spirit burst out and filled his whole body, and he did not wait for the motivational words to finish before he made a move.

As for energy, he didn't pay attention to it. Even if a warrior under the age of nineteen became a demon warrior, how strong could he be? Unless you are a warrior with awakened blood.

Pedaling three steps in a row, the dust where it passed was blown up to the height of the ankle by the anti-shock force, galloping all the way like the clouds under the feet, and the thick arms from the bottom to the top like a siege vehicle hitting the lower abdomen of the drive.

His body was strong, and his continuous steps collided with the ground, making a muffled sound, like a wooden stick hitting a quilt. It was obvious that the explosive power of his legs was astonishing.

"The speed is good, and the angle of the shot is also good. It is indeed the strength of the demon warrior. It is much stronger than the green-skinned three-armed orangutan."

Motivated to close his eyes and feel Gran's action, this blow was powerful and heavy, like a chariot charging like a galloping horse, under the charge, the momentum was vigorous, and the strong wind rushed towards the face, as if trying to cut off the person's breath. The smell of blood was mixed with it, which meant that this person had... killed someone!

Gran rushed to Qian Jin in the blink of an eye, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, is this kid out of his mind or something? Don't even hide? Could it be that I was frightened and forgot too much? whatever! Give him a punch first, and spit out his dinner!

In a thought, Gran twisted his waist, shook his shoulders and punched, and used his strength to hit his aggressive lower abdomen heavily. Hearing the muffled bang and feeling the real feeling of the fist to the flesh, he was suddenly happy: It's done!

This is? The joy in Gran's heart turned into surprise in a blink of an eye. The blow with all his strength didn't lose his motivation, let alone make the young man bend over and vomit, and his face didn't show a distorted expression due to pain. His whole body didn't even change at all, just like his heavy punch.