To conquer the Golden Warrior Heart warriors who were Level 9 Demon Extinguisher had become a page of the past. Qian Jin was confident that he would obtain the final victory even if they showed up in groups of three, five, seven or eight. But how about a warrior with Level 1 Soul-Power?
"To beat me?" Dorata raised his head which was twice the size of that of a normal person and uttered a bold laugh, "Hahaha. Great! Let me see how you will beat me."
Before finishing his words, Dorata shook his body heavily and rotated his Golden Warrior Heart at in unthinkably high speed, by doing which he soon got to the peak of Level 9 Demon Extinguisher. Streams of golden warrior power were penetrating from his body to entwine, condense and rotate with each other. All of a sudden, an object taking on the shape of a soul power with a height of two and a half meters was conjured in the air.
"Soul-Power?" Qian Jin shook his head to refute this possibility. The aura sent by a Soul-Power was generally more compelling and carried crushing momentum, but this Soul-Power like object didn't possess the crushing momentum necessary even though it had generated strong pressing force in the air.
"Boy, I know something about you." Dorata pointed his hammer at Qian Jin. "You are Qian Jin, aren't you? Several days ago, you defeated the stupid Golden Warrior Heart Warriors led by Te Jofy. But never label yourself as the Number One among all Golden Warrior Heart Warriors. Today, I will show you how strong [Avatar] truly is!"
Dorata took a deep breath and absorbed the air in the surrounding space into his lung all at once. The golden warrior-soul-looking object made of warrior power streamed into his nostrils in an incessantly.
All of a sudden, Dorata's bones popped, and his face looked vicious. Like a balloon, his body inflated...
One hundred and sixty centimeters… one hundred and eighty centimeters… two meters… two hundred and twenty centimeters… two hundred and fifty centimeters…
Just in an instant, Dorata seemed to have changed from a Dwarf into a Beamon or Titan Bloodline Warrior, as no Dwarfs could ever grow as tall as two and a half meters. At this moment, his arms were as thick as the legs of an elephant and his muscles looked like marble pillars.
Then a strong gust of pressing force came upon Dorata like a deity possessed him, making him feel desperately suffocated.
"Level 2?" Te Jofy's eyes opened wide as he watched Dorata's transformation. Had this dwarf reached the second level of Avatar?
Level 1 Avatar was just a Fake Soul-Power made up of warrior power, but level 2 Avatar was a direct supplement and improvement by absorbing the Fake Soul-Power into the body.
"Is this the transformation of Avatar recorded in the notes of the Qian ancestors?"
Qian Jin looked at Dorata excitedly. It was such a rarely gotten opportunity to witness this highly adored fighting technique by the Qian ancestors as recorded in their notes.
Dorata raised his eyebrows and wore a look mingled with surprise and pride. "You know about Avatar?"
"A little." Qian Jin activated his three warrior hearts to rotate at the same time, by doing which his warrior power was triggered to revolve faster and faster. All his attention was fixed on Dorata for this very moment. "I've been longing to see whether it is as strong as hailed by the legend."
Dorata opened his thick sausage-like lips and uttered a smile, just to expose the yellowing front teeth. Then he wielded the uniformly jumbo hammer to conjure clusters of warrior power to permeate around the body of the hammer. It looked as if a dozen mini snakes were wriggling along the rims of the hammer.
"Wait a second."
Qian Jin lifted his hand to stop Dorata from releasing his first attack.
"Wait? Are you afraid?" Dorata straightened up his back and wore a contented look. "Are you afraid of me?"
"Afraid?" Qian Jin wore an even brighter smile. "Why not have a bet since you have placed sheer confidence in this fight."
Bet? Dorata looked at Qian Jin in bewilderment.
"Yes, let's make a bet." Qian Jin said in a louder voice and looked at Dorata calmly. But deep inside, he was
Now one new where the Avatar, the legendary strongest divine fighting techniques ever created by the Dwarfs. Qian Jin wondered if he could enter a new level by mastering this fighting technique.
Dorata could be in the service of Bhang Wusheng, but to pass down this fighting technique to or exchange it with Qian Jin was something hard to be counted on.
The Dwarfs held a strong anti-foreigner complex.
"What do you have to stake on?" Dorata narrowed his eyes to the smallest. "What treasures do you have to make the bet with me?"
"Fighting technique. Let's make the bet on your fighting techniques, Avatar."
Dorata flashed out a look of vigilance and intent to kill, as any foreigner who dared to covet the fighting techniques of the Dwarfs would generally be finished off by them. In fact, given that this Avatar fighting technique was specially created in line with the features of the Dwarfs, no other species could be able to activate it for use. However, the intent of this young person was really alarming for him.
"To stake on my Avatar? How dare you say so?" Dorata looked askance at Qian Jin without even lifting his eyelids. "How dare someone as shabby as you mention the great…"
Whoosh. A wisp of torrential warrior power flew out from Qian Jin's hands. Flopping down, it triggered three wide and long crevices on the ground.
"This is…" Dorata blinked his eyes and started to roll his amber eyes. It was obvious that this foreigner had activated a strong fighting technique, which seemed very likely to be of the divine level. Yet the performer Qian Jin didn't impose the entirety of his force.
If this divine fighting technique could be used by Soul-Power Warriors… Dorata rolled his eye even faster and the greed in his eyes was getting intensified. This dwarf joined this bandit group because he wanted to learn some new fighting techniques and bring them back to his tribes. He was not interested in Bhang Wusheng's dream.
A set of divine fighting technique he and his clansmen hadn't ever seen... Dorata swallowed some mouthfuls of saliva, telling himself that it seemed like a fighting technique which set no limitations on the qualities of the performers.
"This fighting technique…"Dorata flashed out a look of contempt and chinned up slightly, "This technique is not on the level of Avatar?"
"Really?" Qian Jin chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright. Let's forget about betting and carry on with the fight to see who the final winner is."
Quit the bet? Dorata nearly bit his own tongue while a touch of regret and surprise was added to the original look of contempt in his eyes. How could this boy quit the bet at this crucial moment when he was calculating on making a bargain with him to talk him into using more fighting techniques at the stake.
Dorata thought that someone who had the guts to use a divine fighting technique for a bet would not mind adding another set of fighting technique at the stake. However, unlike many other people, Qian Jin chose to quite the bet directly without hesitation.
To quit the bet? How could that be allowed? Dorata had already fallen for the Land Tearing Chop possessed by Qian Jin, which, if taken by to the Dwarfs, could be studied by the experts and be synergized with Avatar.
What if these several fighting techniques could be combined into one? Dorata believed that in this case, the top-level Soul-Power Warriors in the Dwarfs didn't need to reach the saint level to rival those who had become Saint Warriors.
"Ahem…ahem…"
Dorata made several dry coughs. "Though the fighting technique of yours is not as valuable as the Avatar, I still want to take this bet with you. In case I lose the game, I will pass down the Avatar to you. But if you become the loser…"
"I will hand to you Land Tearing Chop." Qian Jin answered Dorata and with some degree of vigilance in his eyes. Frankly speaking, whether he could defeat this dwarf was something unknown.
Yet it was this type of unmanageable fight that could stimulate the fullest of his potential. Behind his accelerated growth in combat power, joining in these kinds of result-suspending fights constituted one greatest hidden causes.
"Fine. That's great." Dorata squinted his eyes and put on a sinister smile, telling himself that even in the case of his failure, this human warrior wouldn't be able to learn Avatar.
As a special non-bloodline fighting technique, Avatar was only applicable to the Dwarfs. Throughout past years, the Avatar had been plundered by the Demons, the Zence Empire and even the Behemoth tribe inside the Barbarians.
However, those who tried with great efforts to take possession of this special fighting technique soon learned that it couldn't be learned by other species.
To bet on a fighting technique open to all cultivators with one that couldn't be used anyone other than the Dwarfs was a great deal. Dorata felt highly elated for his cleverness.
"Alright, it's a deal." Qian Jin took out the scripts of [Land Tearing Chop] recorded down long ago from his warrior dimension. "To avoid fraudulence, we need a notary. Te Jofy, how about you acting as the notary for us?"
"Ha? I got spotted?" Te Jofy felt dumbfounded and couldn't believe that his chosen hiding spot was discovered by this boy who hadn't even turned his head back for observation. "This boy… isn't this boy too sensitive to his surroundings?"
The sinister smile of Dorata turned stiff, and he looked at Qian Jin in confusion. Just now, this boy wasn't interested in the bet. But as soon as he showed consent to the suggested stake, this boy became passionate and even called upon a notary. "Am I tricked by him? Is that to say he is always interested in Avatar?"