Chapter 25: The Military Seal

  "Indeed!" Mo Xinko's expression was extremely solemn, his wooden staff pointing towards Stierberg in the distance: "A calm lake surface cannot train a skilled sailor; a comfortable environment cannot create a heroic figure who can change the times. So, if one day you become a strong person, the first person you should thank is of course me, who once tormented you..."

  "But... but I want to learn magic..." Steilberg was on the verge of tears, his butt still burning from the unknown number of slaps he had just received. He really didn't want to continue "fighting" with Moshenko anymore, if you could even call it that.

  "You have no backbone!" Mo Xinkai curled his lip, and suddenly let out a loud shout: "Look at my sword!" The wooden staff in his hand had already shot out like lightning.

  Stilberg hastily covered his buttocks with both hands, and the wooden stick in his hand was also abandoned. However, Mo Xinko's stick tip only lightly lifted, and Stilberg's left hand was opened. Then, with a loud crack, Stilberg was hit again, and he jumped wildly on the spot in pain.

  "Stilberg is your man, don't you care?" Sasor laughed.

  "That guy is a 6th rank professional, what can I do about it?" Han Jin shook his head and continued with his own work.

  "What's this... what are you doing?" Sasori looked curiously at Han Jin's hands.

  Han Jin held the dinner knife borrowed from Xian Ni'er in his right hand, and pressed a gray paper with his left hand, carefully engraving something on it. Soon, a two-inch-long small paper man took shape under the knife. Han Jin whispered a few words, while his index finger drew on the paper man, everything was ready, he called out: "Stilberg, come over."

  "I'm not fighting with you anymore, the young master is calling me!" Stillberg was overjoyed and tearfully threw down a few words before hastily running towards Han Jin.

  Han Jin put the small paper man in Stillerberg's palm, then whispered a few words in his ear and patted Stillerberg's shoulder: "Go!"

  Stilberg stared blankly at Han Jin, then gritted his teeth and turned to run back, picking up the wooden stick with a slightly trembling hand.

  "It's really not interesting..." Mo Xinkai had lost interest in teasing people and was walking towards Xian Ni'er.

  "Give it back to me!" Stillberg bellowed.

  With a snort, Stilberg's look of resignation made Keli laugh, while Xian Ni'er first glanced at Han Jin with an ambiguous smile.

  "Ah... you little scamp!" Moskvin's face twisted with rage as he took step after step towards Stierlberg.

  "You're a sixth-tier professional, this...this is unfair to me!" Stierberg was forced back several steps by the momentum: "We should change our approach!"

  "How?"

  "I'll count to three, and if you can't knock me down within those three numbers, then you lose!"

  "Alright, Stillberg, pray for your ass!" Mo Xinko sneered.

  "Wait a minute, wait a minute." Stillberg stepped back a few more steps: "We should bet on something to make it interesting."

  "What are you betting on?" Mo Xinke saw Stilberg so confident, and his heart grew a bit more cautious. He secretly glanced at Han Jin, but Han Jin sat there with a bright and clear smile, warm and gentle as jade. He really couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

  "If I lose, I'll call you Big Brother, and if you lose, you have to call me Big Brother too!" Stillberg shouted.

  "No problem!" Mo Xinke heard there was no substantial danger and readily agreed.

  "Ah!" Stillberg shrieked and flung the paper man away with a backhand.

  A wave of apprehension swept through the crowd, and then a giant nearly four zhang tall suddenly appeared out of thin air, holding a long staff thicker than Mo Xingke's waist in his hand, striking down at Mo Xingke's head.

  At the moment the giant appeared, Xanthe's beautiful smile had frozen on her face. She suddenly jumped up from the grass, and Sasori's eyes were wide with wonder as he muttered: "Puppet... technique..."

  The most shocking thing was Mo Xinke, he didn't dare to resist, and jumped back with all his might.

  "Stilberg, what's wrong with you? Keep counting!" Han Jin shouted. In fact, he was using only the simplest Taoist magic, the giant looked terrifying but had no combat power, almost fell down at a touch, its greatest effect was to deceive those who didn't understand the trade.

  "Ah?" Stillberg woke up with a start and screamed: "2..."

  Moxinkeji fundamentally couldn't care about Stilberg anymore, his fighting spirit had been released to the extreme, using all his strength to dodge the giant's attack.

  The giant was over three zhang tall, and every time he swept his staff, it brought with it the momentum of a whirlwind, and his movements were extremely fierce and swift. Mo Xingke's height only reached the giant's knee, no matter how far back he retreated or yielded, as long as the giant took one step forward, he could easily catch up to him.

  "3...2...1..." Stillberg had already called out the final stop of victory or defeat.

  "Raphael, get that damned puppet back here!" Moshenko bellowed: "Quickly! Or I'll destroy your puppet!!"

  Xian Ni Er and others' gaze fell on Han Jin, Han Jin smiled unchanged, with that giant's attack power it was fundamentally impossible to harm Mo Xing Ke, and the consumed energy was irretrievable, might as well watch the excitement.

  Moxin saw the giant still chasing after him, entangled in a fierce battle. Knowing this wouldn't work out, his figure flashed diagonally and he darted towards the giant sword inserted into the ground outside the arena.

  In fact, Mo Xike is also a ruthless character, and at this moment, he has been forced out of his true fire, and can no longer care about anything else.

  The giant rushed over, swung his club and hit Mosinko's back. Mosinko rolled on the ground, let out a loud roar, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, then pulled out the long sword from the ground, turned into a stream of light, and shot straight at the giant.

  Mo Xinke's eyes were wide open like bronze bells, revealing a fierce light. The long sword in his hand was emitting a cold glow. Just as he was within five meters of the giant, the wooden stick he had thrown out earlier hit the giant first. The giant, who had been charging forward with great momentum, suddenly disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared at all. Only people with extremely good eyesight could see that a piece of paper was gently floating down from the air.

  Just as he was about to swing his sword with all his might, Mo Xinkai suddenly lost his target and found himself unable to control his body. He charged straight towards the trees outside the arena, and just as he was about to crash into the underbrush, he managed to steady himself and turned back around, searching wildly with his eyes.

  "What's this?" Xanthe jumped into the scene and picked up a piece of paper.

  "I don't know either." Han Jin stretched his waist and replied faintly, but in fact, he was very excited inside. The path of cultivation can be divided into three types: one is to deliberately forge the physical body, pursue the sanctity of the flesh, this is external skill; one is to take oneself as a crucible, cultivate the yuan Shen, this is internal skill; and there is another kind that uses talismans to stir up the mysterious mechanism of heaven and earth, this is magical skill. Han Jin has cultivated all three, but none of them are very proficient. Today, he spent over 300 units of energy to create a soldier symbol, just to verify what kind of power 'Tao Men' can exert here. He will soon be building his foundation, and he must decide the focus of his future cultivation.

  One more chapter this afternoon, and then I won't say much anymore. From now on, at least two chapters per day.