The 154th name on the list of combatants

  Several warriors who were staying in the library heard Qian Jin's muttering and looked at him with surprised eyes, secretly guessing that this was a brainless warrior from somewhere. Those Belya demons with curved sheep horns, yellow hair, and sturdy builds, although relatively lazy among their kind, were still one of the seven major tribes of the demon race!!! Which of the strong tribes that could rank among the top seven in the ferocious and terrifying demon race was not a powerful tribe? How dare you look down on the Belya demons here? Who do you think you are? A Demon-Subduing Warrior?

  "Beliar's demonic tribe, Beliar's demonic tribe." Gan Jing's heart was slightly excited as he left his seat. Before this, he had only read about the Beliar demonic tribe in books and had experienced some life-and-death battles, but he had never actually fought against a demon. This time, he finally had the chance to see a living demon!

  The Demon Clan!!! The ultimate enemy of the True Strategist Imperial Warriors! A warrior who has never fought against the Demon Clan is not qualified to be called a true warrior in the eyes of many people!

  After being away from the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy for two years, Qian Jin is now like a transparent person. No teacher comes to manage him, nor does anyone come forward to ask questions. During class hours, he walks out of the school gate, and even the old man at the gate doesn't stop him, letting him walk all the way to the Franlin blacksmith shop. "Hello, welcome! What can I help you with?"

  Two years ago, the ironwork shop's signboard was a bit shabby, but now it has been renovated to look quite impressive. Even the employees inside have changed into neat uniforms and stand at the entrance with great courtesy to welcome customers.

  Two years have passed and many things have changed. In the past, standing in front of the door would be enough for someone to recognize him. Qianjin smiled and was about to speak when a loud, rough voice boomed from inside the house like thunder: "Welcome my ass! Kid, do you know who he is? When you see Master Qian, you should call him boss. You're here?"

  Master? Everyone in the room, whether it's the staff or the customers, cast curious glances at Qian Jin. How could someone so young be a master?

  If someone else had shouted that, everyone would have thought it was a joke, but the one who shouted was Franlin, now the first blacksmith in Auckland City. Normally, people call him Master, today he actually called such a young boy Master?

  "You've finally arrived in spring." Franlin grabbed Qianjin's hand and turned around the store, shouting to all the employees: "Did you see that? This is Master Qian, from now on you must show him even more respect than me, do you understand?"

  Qian Jin felt his face grow hot under the stunned gaze of the shop employees, and hastily dragged Franlin towards the backyard forge.

  "Hey kid, you're here pretty early today, don't you have class?"

  "I'm preparing some things, I need to go out for a few days."

  "Going out again? You're not going to disappear for two years this time, are you? I'll just hire a team of adventurers as your bodyguards."

  "This... forget it, after all I'm a warrior..."

  People listened to the conversation of the two walking towards the backyard, looking at each other in dismay. Hiring a team of adventurers? That's also a considerable sum of money! Even the shop owner himself didn't protect his own life like this, how could he be willing to spend so much money to protect such a young person? Is he the descendant of some major power? "Hey! Qianjin is back." "Ah! It really is Qianjin!" "He's been missing for two years and has grown quite a bit taller."

  The blacksmiths in the backyard of the iron shop were still the same ones from two years ago. They stopped their work one by one and gave Qianjin a warm hug, without any estrangement after two years. "Where have you been for these two years?" "Young man, do you know how worried we were when you disappeared for two years after building the factory?

  Looking at the blacksmiths surrounding him, he spoke in a low tone, and a warm current surged up in his chest. These people had no power or money, but their emotions were more genuine than those so-called high-society people at the Ronglin residence yesterday, by a hundred times, a thousand times. "What are you all crowding around Qianjin for?" Franlin pushed through the crowd: "Get back to work!!! Don't delay! He's leaving in a few days and doesn't want you all bothering him while he prepares."

  Everyone heard that Qianjin was preparing to go out and immediately dispersed, clearing the best iron furnace for him. Piles of iron ingots were pushed in front of him by a small cart, and all the blacksmiths retreated, looking at Qianjin standing in front of the iron forge with expectation.

  Two years ago, Qianjin spent a lot of iron to forge a horse-killing knife in the blacksmith's shop, which is still remembered by everyone today. The sharp and hard vegetable knife is also impressive. The unique metallic impact sound that disappeared in the blacksmith's shop for two years suddenly rang out again.

  Franklin stared blankly at Qianjin's iron forging, thinking that after two years of hard practice, he should have narrowed the gap between their iron forging skills. But it wasn't until now that he realized Qianjin's iron forging skills had reached a whole new level.

  One morning, the double-handed great sword that Water Lotus needed was quietly placed on the weapon rack, radiating a dazzling cold light.

  Franklin's fingers lightly tapped the hilt of the great sword, marveling at the crisp metallic hum, and such a huge sword body, from iron forging to shaping and sharpening, was completed in less than an hour, this nine-grade quality great sword.

  Next came rows of small objects, all made of dry and strong materials, including flying knives as long as a palm, and arrowheads that shone brightly.

  The arrowhead was forged, but Qian Jin did not rush to install the arrow body for various arrows. According to the records of the Blacksmith Temple's weapons, Qian Jin had a deeper understanding of the whetstone arrow.

  In general, arrows are divided into several categories, also known as the eight arrows, and further subdivided into 98 different types, including three-pronged arrows, large habitual arrows, no-knot arrows, no-feather arrows, etc.

  Seeing Gan Jing carefully extinguish the stove fire, Fran Lin smiled and asked: "Finished? Why not make a good bow and arrow before leaving?"

  Qian Jing shook his head, the materials here are insufficient, and he still needs to find Fabre. "There's something else, I'll come back another day."

  Franklin didn't stay long either. At this time, enthusiastic hospitality seemed out of place. Where's the saying that one's own family doesn't need to be persuaded to stay?

  "Little one, go early. Come back."

  "Alright, got it." Qian Jin walked out of the yard and suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning back to say: "Oh right, that big sword. If a woman named Shui Lian Ying'er comes, remember to give it to her..." "Got it!!!" Qian Jin turned back and waved, heading towards Fabre Dis's home.

  At the end of the long street, a young man wearing the uniform of the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy's warrior student stood in front of Gan Jing, holding a flexible wooden stick that blocked his way.

  "Are you Qianjin?"

  Gazing at the young warrior student blocking his path, with a second-year badge on his chest and a robust physique, but with an air of discontent accumulating between his eyebrows. "What makes you think you can represent our college district in the exam?" The young warrior student sized up Qian Jin from head to toe: "What makes you think you're qualified? This spot should have been mine!"

  Suddenly, he burst out laughing and realized that it was Rodriguez who had posted the list of participants for the exam, which made many confident warrior students very dissatisfied.

  "What are you laughing at? I've worked hard for two years for this day!!" The young warrior's academy kicked the ground with the tip of his foot, and the long stick in both hands shook lightly and quickly: "I heard that you used two years to pass the trial, what right do you have to take away my quota? Return my quota!"

  "If it were in the past, I would have given it to you. But now, the problem is that Mr. Rodriguez has bet his entire fortune on this tournament, and I cannot let you ruin his entire fortune. So, sorry kid." "Kid?" The young warrior's eyebrows rose, and the discontent in his eyes turned into anger: "Not allowed? Today, I'll make you allow it!"

  Seventh-level Fist of Fury! Qianjin is a bit unexpected, no wonder this kid dares to come knocking on the door, having such strength at his age is indeed something to be proud of.

  Young warrior's long stick rises in his hand, waist and legs move up and down slightly, like a cavalryman riding on the battlefield, arm shakes, the front vanguard hand holding the stick becomes the starting point of the attack, the whole long stick is like a poisonous snake suddenly rushing out of the hole, urgent dryness of the small abdomen.

  Taking advantage of the momentum, the long stick arrived at the waist eye of Gan Jing in the blink of an eye. The young man even heard the muffled sound of the stick hitting the object ahead of time.

  Another crisp sound echoed in the air, and the stick's power was mainly focused on the first move of the spear hand. The young man's basic skills were quite solid, if it were two years ago when he encountered him, he would still need to put in some effort to take him down, but now?

  The long stick arrived at the waist and eyes of Gan Jing, the vanguard of the warrior's hand suddenly exerted force for the second time, and the front end of the stick suddenly popped up! The stick was inserted into one side of Gan Jing's body, about a foot in length from the tip of the stick, with a loud "bang" sound! It was drawn towards Gan Jing's waist and eyes!

  The striking force of a staff is greatest at the tip and within about one foot from the tip. This portion of the staff has greater striking power than any other part. Therefore, any point on this portion of the staff is called a "force point". When two opponents engage in combat, each tries to use this portion of the staff to strike his opponent.

  Bang! The stick struck the waist of Gan Jing, but instead of the expected pained cry, the stick itself let out a cracking sound and shattered in mid-air. Countless wood shavings floated in the air as a surge of energy shot through the broken stick and exploded in his palm, tearing open the tiger's mouth and sending droplets of bright red flying out.

  What? How is this possible? The young warrior felt a numbness in both shoulders, staring blankly at the approaching Qian Jing. What was originally just a tall figure, it's unclear whether it was due to the sunset or the lingering effects of the shattered club, had become exceptionally tall and large, resembling the legendary giant demons of the demonic tribe.