Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack... The bow made of emerald bamboo possessed incredible elasticity. "The moment they were struck by the arrows, they instantly cracked," and in the blink of an eye, they shattered into pieces, "leaving a scattering of fragments on the ground." Drops of blood, forced out from split tiger mouths, "splattered onto the shards of (emerald green) bamboo.

The dozen or so mounted archer bandits forgot the pain of their shattered tiger mouths," staring dumbfounded at Qian Jin, who was lowering his powerful bow and stepping forward. "How is this possible? A dozen arrows in an instant?

And the bowstring clearly wasn't even pulled a third of the way." We didn't even have a chance to dodge? The bow! For an archer, "it holds the same significance as a sword does to a swordsman!" It is their second life.

"To watch someone strike their second life without being able to evade it"—even dreaming of such a thing would make them wake up laughing—"had completely become reality! "Tell the bandits inside that it’s too much trouble for me to go in and take them down one by one. Tell them all to come out and face me, one on one.

If any lack the courage to come out, from now on, they should detour when they see me." Qian Jin’s voice was full of vigor, amplified by his Dou Qi, turning almost into a provocative roar. Even if these archers hadn't gone to deliver the message, many bandits undergoing training nearby would have heard this challenge. The dozen bandits were forced back two steps by Qian Jin’s sudden display of assertive momentum.

"Who is this newcomer? Or is this a new bandit leader arriving?" "Still not going?" Qian Jin frowned slightly, "a hint of faint annoyance surfacing between his brows." The dozen bandits instantly snapped back to reality, "quickly turning around, shoving and crowding each other as they squeezed through the courtyard gate. Staying any longer," who knew what this newcomer might do?

"That previous bowstring wasn't even fully drawn," clearly meaning he hadn't exerted his full strength. Provoking someone like this was irrational. Qian Jin gently moved the joints in his body, "his focus fixed on the silent doorway," as wisps of aura filled with hostility and anger "gradually approached from a distance.

"Which clueless thing dares to..." A tall bandit leaped out of the courtyard gate. Before his feet even touched the ground, an enemy foot was hurtling toward him with infinite speed, growing larger in his pupils. In an instant, it slammed squarely onto his chest.

"Cr-cr-crack—a series of rapid bone-shattering sounds echoed," and the bandit was sent flying back the way he came. Qian Jin casually dusted off his shoe soles, "his hands resting behind his back as he sensed four trainees leaping over the wall," pouncing from different directions. "The Dou Qi in his body spun rapidly," as his palms erupted with the aura of blooming lotus flowers.

"Angry Lotus Fighting Technique!" "Damn! What kind of Dou Technique is this?" Te Jiaofei, who had secretly hidden not far behind Qian Jin outside the courtyard gate, "peered curiously toward the center of the yard. Curiosity fueled his speculation.

Te Jiaofei was filled with curiosity about Qian Jin, "desperate to see how Qian Jin would perform now that he was inside." He had quietly followed behind to observe Qian Jin's situation, "but never expected that the moment Qian Jin entered, his performance was like that of someone coming to challenge a established school. High-profile! Many of the trained bandits possessed wild temperaments, "but none had ever been as overtly defiant as Qian Jin." Though he was alone, he gave off the imposing presence of a heavy cavalry detachment, "entering this place filled with intent to kill.

Bang-bang—a series of sounds from colliding fists and kicks rang out. This was immediately followed by a string of snapping and cracking bones, "and then a series of heavy thuds as bodies hit the ground," interspersed with the rising and falling moans of the bandits. Te Jiaofei’s eyes widened, his eyelids twitching repeatedly.

"Tsk, tsk: 'What a tragic group of kids...' This fellow is ruthless enough... Even if one needs to be tough here, does it need to be this tough?" In a flash, "the once clean courtyard was filled with more than a dozen bandits who had tried to teach Qian Jin a lesson lying on the ground," and even more bandits continued to charge in from various spots. Te Jiaofei watched as Qian Jin snatched a long staff from one of the men, shaking his head in amazement.

"Holding this staff with both hands gave the impression of wielding a saber." The blunt stick exuded a faint sharpness, "as if what was being swung down wasn't a club, but a battle blade capable of cleaving a body in half. Qian Jin sensed the surrounding bandits rushing him; "the long staff in his hands flickered up and down," creating layers of staff shadows that enveloped his body, turning the quiet courtyard into a place suddenly beset by an unstoppable gale. Watching the bandits fall one after another, Te Jiaofei instinctively raised a hand to cover his eyes.

"He had witnessed bloody scenes of severed heads and broken legs before," but never anything like this—"a completely one-sided, crushing lesson!" Indeed! This was no longer a fight; "it was unilateral instruction." Few of the bandits who rushed in with angry expressions could stand in the courtyard for more than a few seconds; "all of them were left rolling on the ground, unable to rise, beaten by the staff in Qian Jin's hands. In just over ten minutes, "nearly a hundred men had fallen in the courtyard." The staff in Qian Jin’s hand was stained with quite a bit of ichor.

A few particularly volatile bandits, "who had tried to draw their blades to cut someone down, didn't just have their bones broken." The staff had momentarily transformed into a knife capable of slicing flesh, "directly causing blood to spray out of them." "Stop!" A deep shout echoed from outside the gate. Qian Jin’s eyebrow twitched as he looked at the man not far away. "His short, stout frame carried an indescribable air of authority." He held a massive iron hammer in one hand; "his fiery red beard and brown hair suggested he wasn't from the Zhen Ce Imperial Dynasty." A Dwarf from the Barbarian tribes!

A race with an innate, strong grasp of forging techniques, "coupled with immense physical strength." This was a race known for a gentle disposition toward their own kin, "yet fiercely xenophobic." Even among the broader Barbarian groups, they kept their distance from other tribes. A Dwarf? Qian Jin raised an eyebrow.

"Bahuang Wusheng’s grasp on personnel is impressive," he mused, "as he managed to recruit even Dwarves, who possess such strong prejudices against other races, into his bandit group." The Dwarf stared at the fallen crowd with eyes bigger than oxen. "His two thick, crimson eyebrows twitched incessantly," before his gaze returned to Qian Jin, scrutinizing him: "Newcomer?" "Leader?" Qian Jin did not answer the Dwarf, "instead, he stared back, maintaining his firm posture." Since he chose to be aggressive, he would remain aggressive to the end. Even if a Dou Soul level bandit suddenly appeared and broke his bones, he would remain aggressive.

"At worst, he could return to the Endless World and drink a potion to restore his body." A Dou Soul level bandit? Qian Jin felt a sense of anticipation. "Through continuous fighting these past few days, he realized that the more he battled powerful opponents, the more combat experience and enlightenment he gained." As long as he didn't die, "his rate of growth was far faster than staying in a peaceful place." If he had remained in the Four Seasons Valley, even with the advantage of the Endless World’s 'hat,' "Qian Jin doubted he could have reached the level of a Demon-Slaying Warrior today," let alone already be at the peak of a Demon-Slaying Warrior, possessing the unprecedented state of Three Dou Hearts.

"You..." The Dwarf frowned, looking very displeased at Qian Jin: "Arrogant." "Dolata is out?" Te Jiaofei’s eyes widened. "This is the bandit group’s First Leader. Among the nearly one hundred men Qian Jin just defeated, at least three were bandit leaders." Strictly speaking, "Qian Jin could now live leisurely within the bandit group for half a year," waiting for the assessment six months later.

Qian Jin surveyed the groaning bandits on the ground and replied flatly: "If they intended to teach others a lesson, "they should have been prepared to be taught one themselves." Dolata's face darkened further, a thick displeasure clouding his brow. No one in this leader training area dared to speak to him with such a tone. "Bahuang Wusheng needed wild bandits," but he certainly didn't need bandits who disrespected him!

"Then... you..." Dolata spoke with chilling malice: "Are you ready to be taught?" "I am ready..." Qian Jin nodded, calmly meeting Dolata's gaze: "I wonder, are you ready?" What? The bandits groaning on the ground suspected they had misheard.

"This new bandit is wildly arrogant! How dare he say such a thing to Dolata?" Is he seeking death! Te Jiaofei felt a twinge of regret.

"When I briefed Qian Jin earlier, I forgot to mention that one must not provoke the Dwarf Dolata here." This Dwarf obeyed only Bahuang Wusheng in the bandit group, "and only respected Bahuang Wusheng." Deep down, rooted in his Dwarven heritage, he despised all other races. Anyone who provoked him would certainly face his attack. Infighting within the bandit group was unrestricted; "as long as no one was killed, any means of fighting were permitted." This was a rule set by Bahuang Wusheng.

Many people in the group had clashed with Dolata before, "and no one below the Golden Dou Heart level had ever defeated him." Even Bloodline Warriors at the peak of the Golden Dou Heart level had never managed to defeat Dolata. This was all due to a secret technique unique to the Dwarves, known as Giant God Possession! The Zhen Ce Imperial Dynasty and the Demon Race referred to this Dou Technique as Phantasmal Dou Soul!

Only by condensing the Golden Dou Heart to its absolute extreme could one generate a Dou Soul, allowing a warrior to enter the Dou Soul realm. However, the Dwarves had created a special Dou Technique that allowed those whose Golden Dou Hearts had just reached their peak but not yet achieved ultimate refinement—or those who reached the peak but failed to condense a Dou Soul—to utilize their Dou Qi to briefly conjure a skill similar to a Dou Soul. To warriors in the true Dou Soul realm, this was not a genuine Dou Soul, "yet it truly transcended the Golden Dou Heart," settling into a unique intermediate state between the two.

"I am ready?" The rage in Dolata's eyes reached its zenith, turning into an icy smile: "What am I ready for? To be taught by you?" Qian Jin nodded seriously. "The Dwarven race had never been known to possess Bloodline powers.

This Dwarf's strongest state couldn't possibly reach the Saint realm." If he were a powerhouse at the peak of the Dou Soul state, "he wouldn't be serving as a training leader here." If he was at the most elementary Dou Soul state...