Trainees from Other Tribes

That evening, Lucas found a cliff and rested halfway up its face.

He also carefully reviewed the experience he had gained in battle over the past several days. Actual combat was indeed far better than shutting himself away in his tribe and training in isolation. If he had still been in his tribe, he probably would have remained a Fifth Rank Warrior at best.

He could never have possessed his current strength. Over the past year and more, his progress in battle qi had not been particularly great. It had only reached the same level as his body, yet Lucas felt that his current self could easily kill the person he had been when he first left the tribe.

Back in the tribe, he had always been slowly learning to adapt to his identity as a youth, rediscovering his childlike delight and youthful mindset. Lucas knew that this was a world where there was a chance to live forever. A person had to maintain a young, enterprising mindset, and he had also been slowly trying to discard the mentality and identity of the man in his sixties he had been in his previous life.

An old man's mindset, devoid of vitality, would definitely hinder his future comprehension of the laws and pursuit of eternal life. Lucas had read Coiling Dragon carefully, after all. He still remembered Beirut, who was a Sovereign, telling several Peak Saints that what kept them from becoming gods was not talent. It was holding fast to their convictions and believing in themselves!

Lucas also knew that those experts who had long since reached the Peak Saint level lacked conviction compared with Linley and Olivier, and that they placed too much hope in the Divine Sparks in the Necropolis of the Gods. They had also lived thousands of years longer than Linley and Olivier, and their mindsets lacked the fervor of youth.

That was also why he had slowly come to like Windsor, that rather shy young girl!

Lucas also knew that this world was far more dangerous than the peaceful world he had lived in before. His master had taught him martial arts when he was young, but he had never experienced life-and-death combat in that world. There had been no opportunity for such combat in the tribe either. His only brush with danger had come when he went out with a few of his young followers.

But over the past year and more, the danger of losing his life at any moment had constantly stimulated his nerves. Thus, what had improved most over that year was his instinct for danger and his combat experience!

Sure enough, fighting on the brink of death always stimulated the soul. It also made his blood and battle qi boil, and whenever his depleted battle qi recovered, it was always a little stronger than before.

To be honest, Lucas had grown somewhat fond of that feeling!

The martial heroes in every boy's heart could never be erased. That romance was etched into their very bones.

He had now successfully comprehended Wielding Something Light as Though It Were Heavy, the stage before imposing force. To be honest, as Lucas saw it, Wielding Something Light as Though It Were Heavy was an explosive release concentrated on a single point.

What he lacked now was Wielding Something Heavy as Though It Were Light. As Lucas understood it, this should mean the utmost control over one's own strength.

It was like the martial arts of his previous world: Wielding Something Light as Though It Were Heavy meant moving from overt force to hidden force. What it pursued was a transition from an explosive release to concealing force before releasing it!

Wielding Something Heavy as Though It Were Light was more like the sort of control that kept even mosquitoes and flies from landing on one's body!

Thus, advancing his body to the level of a Sixth-Rank Warrior was now Lucas's highest priority. In the days that followed, he no longer deliberately focused on making progress on his journey. He spent most of his time practicing martial techniques, seeking complete control over his own strength.

For much of the time afterward, Lucas sought insights from the mountains and rivers he passed. Drawing on his former identities as a half-trained Taoist priest and a half-trained feng shui master, along with his professional habits, he sought to comprehend nature.

One morning, after Lucas finished cultivating in the morning light and washed his face in a nearby stream, he set off in one direction!

After crossing a valley, he heard the sounds of fighting in the distance. Lucas hesitated for a moment, but still decided to take a look from afar.

When he arrived, he saw a Sixth-Rank Warrior leading three Fifth Rank Warriors in battle against a seventh-level Velocidragon. Since leaving his tribe, Lucas

had not seen any other humans. Thus, he decided to hide to one side and observe the situation! However, as he saw it, these humans were clearly at a disadvantage. Although they outnumbered the Velocidragon, the strongest among them was only at the sixth rank. Without the enhancement of battle qi, he had no chance of breaking through the Velocidragon's defenses and killing it.

Thus, they were now fighting as they retreated in this direction. Normally, when they fought this way while retreating, a magical beast would stop pursuing them once it had driven them out of its territory. But the current situation was clearly different.

Seeing them fall into danger under the Velocidragon's pursuit, Lucas thought that they were humans too, so he could lend a hand. He called out, "Do you need help?"

After Lucas drew closer, one of the female warriors saw that he was also a Fifth Rank Warrior and hurriedly shouted, "It's too dangerous here! Don't come over!"

Hearing her shout, Lucas thought, My decision to help wasn't wasted. Humans who could say something like that probably weren't too bad.

More importantly, Lucas now had attack power comparable to that of a Seventh-Level Magical Beast and could put up a fight against a seventh-level Velocidragon. Moreover, there was only one sixth-rank warrior among these humans. Even if they turned against him afterward, Lucas was confident he could leave safely!

Thus, he shouted to them, "It's all right. I'm going in."

Then he charged forward, thrusting his spear straight at the Velocidragon's head. The Velocidragon was a high-level magical beast and naturally possessed a perception of danger far beyond that of ordinary people. Although it did not know why this merely fifth-rank human warrior posed a greater danger than the sixth-rank warrior before it, it still chose to trust its instincts.

Thus, it abandoned its tail attack against the Sixth-Rank Warrior and pulled its tail back to meet Lucas's spear. The human's spear did not look particularly powerful, but after its tail collided with the spear, the tremendous force contained in that attack erupted, sending its tail whipping back along the direction of its own attack. Clearly, even its strongest tail had suffered slight fractures!

Once it regained control of its injured tail, things proved to be just as its combat instincts had warned. This Fifth Rank Warrior's attacks were far stronger than those of the Sixth-Rank Warrior. Although it had abandoned its defense against the Sixth-Rank Warrior's attack and the blow had landed on its body, the attack had only barely broken through a layer of scales. It could not inflict a fatal wound at all.

The pressure on the human Sixth-Rank Warrior also plummeted once Lucas joined the battle. The Velocidragon saw that the attack power of this Fifth Rank Warrior clearly exceeded its understanding. After weighing these humans' combat strength, it roared at Lucas and the others, then retreated.