Chapter 25: Army Calling Charm
Translator: Wuxia Dog Editor: Wuxia Dog
"You are right!" Moxinke shouted with solemn expression on his face, the stick in his hand pointing to Steelberg in the distance: "Capable sailors are not trained on calm lakes, epoch-making heroes are not made in peacetime! If you become a strong man one day, the first person you should show gratitude to is me, the man who tortured you."
"But... but… what I want to learn is magic..." Steelberg was nearly crying. His ass had been whipped by Moxinke a couple of times and was now hot with irritable pain. He didn't want to fight with Moxinke anymore, if that could even be called fighting.
"Coward!" Moxinke twitched his mouth and shouted without a warning: "Look up!" The stick in his hand thrust towards Steelberg like lightning.
Seeing this, Steelberg threw away the stick in his hand hurriedly and covered his butt with both his hands. But it was useless. His left hand was knocked away by the tip of the stick in Moxinke's hand easily and his butt was spanked again causing him to jump up in pain.
"Steelberg is your servant, don't you want to help him?" Cessacioun laughed.
"That guy is a sixth-grade professional, what can I do?" Han Jin shook his head and went on with his work.
"You ... What are you doing?" Cessacioun stared at Han Jin's hands curiously.
He was holding a knife borrowed from Sunier and engraving something carefully on a gray paper. Soon, a paper man who was two inches tall was made. Han Jin muttered some incantations and moved his index finger over the paper man. When everything was ready, he cried, "Come here, Steelberg!"
"I quit! Young master is calling me!" Steelberg almost cried with joy. He rushed towards Han Jin after leaving these words.
Han Jin put the paper man in Steelberg's palm and whispered a few words to him, then he patted his shoulder and said: "Go!"
Steelberg gawked at Han Jin for a while and then turned around with his teeth grinding. He picked up a stick with his trembling hands.
"Boring..." Moxinke had lost his interest in torturing Steelberg and was walking towards Sunier.
"You, come back!" Steelberg shouted.
His determined expression amused Miss Keeley. On the other side, Sunier glanced at Han Jin and then turned her eyes on the field.
"Ah! ... You uppity guy!" Moxinke snorted and laughed nastily. He approached Steelberg step by step.
"You are a sixth grade professional, it's...it's unfair to me!" Steelberg was overwhelmed and took several steps back and shouted, "We should find another way!"
"What way?"
"I'll count to three, if you can't defeat me by then, you lose!"
"Sure! Steelberg, you better pray for your butt! Ha ha!" Moxinke grinned.
"Wait, wait!" Steelberg stepped back a few more steps with fear and said: "We shall bet on something to make it more interesting."
"What do you want to bet on?" Seeing that Steelberg was being so confident, Moxinke couldn't help but cast a glance at Han Jin who was sitting there with a gentle and warm smile on his face as though he was not interested in their competition at all. Nothing peculiar could be seen from his face.
"If I lose, I'll call you my elder brother. But if you lose, you should also call me elder brother!" Steelberg said.
"No problem!" Since there was nothing dangerous, Moxinke agreed without hesitation.
"One..." Steelberg shrieked and with a backhand he threw the paper man out.
A sudden fear swept past them all. Then, a giant nearly ten meters tall appeared out of nowhere and wielded a long stick that was even thicker than Moxinke's waist.
When the giant appeared, Miss Keeley's smile froze on her face. Sunier also jumped up from the ground all of a sudden with astonishment. Cessacioun had his eyes wide open and muttered: "The Puppet Technique..."
The most surprised person was Moxinke, who was panic-stricken and jumped back immediately to avoid the strike.
"Don't just stand there blankly, Steelberg, continue counting!" Han Jin shouted. In fact, the magic art that he used was the simplest one. The giant just looked fierce; it actually had no fighting capability at all. A mere touch would make it collapse easily. Only those laymen would be fooled easily .
"Ah?" Steelberg was rudely awakened and screamed: " Two…"
But Moxinke had no energy to deal with Steelberg at all. He had released all his fighting strength to dodge the attack of the giant.
The giant was over ten meters tall and each of its strike was fierce and fast, bearing an imposing manner like the wild wind sweeping away all the dark clouds. Compared with the giant, Moxinke was like a little dwarf who could only reach its knees. No matter how hard he tried to retreat and dodge, he was still like a piece of meat on a cutting board. Only one step forward by the giant and he would be hit.
"Three..." Steelberg had shouted the last number that determined the result of this competition.
"Raphael, keep that damn puppet!" Moxinke shouted: " Quickly! Or I'll destroy it!!"
The others all gazed at Han Jin, who was still sitting there with his eyes narrowed. The giant couldn't hurt Moxinke at all, and the energy used to make the puppet couldn't be recovered, so why not make it a funny show?
Being chased by the giant closely, Moxinke realised that it was useless to dodge it. Thus his body moved in a flash towards his sword that was still stabbed on the ground.
Moxinke was actually also a ruthless character. Since he was now being forced to exert his true strength, he had no scruples at all.
The giant followed at his heels and swung its stick at the Moxinke's back . At this critical moment Moxinke rolled his body on the ground swiftly and threw out the stick in his hand at the giant while letting out a howl, then he pulled out his sword, and with a flowing light, his body thrust towards the giant together with his sword.
His eyes bulged like two bronze balls shining with fierce light. The sword in his hand flickered with a cold light. But when his body was still five meters away from the giant, the stick he had thrown out had already hit it, and the aggressive giant dissipated in the blink of an eye, as though it had never appeared. Only those with extreme good eyesight could find a small piece of paper floating down from midair.
The sword that was thrusted with full strength had lost its target unexpectedly, making Moxinke unable to control his speed and he rushed directly towards the jungle. He didn't stabilize himself until he nearly fell into the bush . He turned around and tried to search for the profile of the giant.
"What is this?" Sunier jumped onto the competition field and picked up a piece of paper.
"I don't know." Han Jin stretched his limbs and replied lazily. Deep inside, he was actually very excited. There were three methods of cultivation. The first one was to forge one's flesh and bones and pursue to be a saint with an extremely strong body; this is called External Art. The second was to cultivate one's spirit by using one's own body as the stove and cauldron; that is called Internal Art. Last but not the least, the Art of Magic, which uses paper charms to motivate the mysterious elements of heaven and earth. Han Jin had practiced all three arts before, but was proficient in none of them. His purpose of spending over three hundred yuan's energy today making an Army Calling Charm was to confirm how much power the Art of Tao could exert in this world. He was near the completion of the basic foundation and needed to decide the focus of further cultivation in the future.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone