Strands of grey and mysterious gas swept out of Amadeus' palm. It covered the huge body of the Marsican Bear. The next moment, a terrifying thing happened. The flesh and blood of the Marsican Bear started getting consumed by something. Its body started to shrivel up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the pureblood essence flowed into Amadeus' body. Every time it circulated, there would be a trace of powerful energy being injected into Amadeus' body. It strengthened his physique, tempered his muscles and skin, and attacked the pneuma that was stuck in his body.
More and more muddy black filth seeped out from Amadeus's pores. The ground was dirty and stinky! However, every time he spat out a trace of filth, Amadeus felt his body become a little more refreshed. In the end, his entire body seemed to become incomparably light, his mind got clear, and even his thoughts became smoother!
The Marsican Bear's dried corpse was lying on the ground, and Amadeus was looking at it, covered in a layer of black mud. It was extremely stinky. But Amadeus did not seem to have smelled it. Instead, he looked up at the sky and laughed like a fool. "Hahaha. It is true. Everything is true. The Gods of Heaven and Earth are by my side, purifying my blood. It will help me move ahead in life. Hahaha. I'm so lucky. "
His laughter shook the sky. He is venting all the humiliation and depression, that he has suffered over the past ten years. His laughter shocked the birds around him, causing them to flap their wings.
In just a minute, he had broken through one-fifth of the pneuma. It was almost equivalent to ten days of bitter penance. The most important thing is that his bloodline had improved. This is simply unbelievable. Although there are rare herbs in this world that could improve one's bloodline, all of them were precious treasures. Most martial artists wouldn't have them, and it would be hard to see them even once in their entire lives!
"I am blessed by the Gods of Heaven and Earth. I have the power to consume life force and become stronger. But I am still at the elementary level of mastering the technique. But it's powerful! " Amadeus's heart was violently shaken, and an unprecedented amount of confidence burst out of his body.
"I have this magical skill. Why should I worry about not being able to advance to the Knighthood of the order discipleship? Let it be, let me try and reach the highest position held inside the Mithraea Warrior Sect let me be the disciple of the Nine Master? I will definitely one day rule the Roman Empire or maybe I will be a Divine Immortal. With a wave of my hand, I will destroy all the stars in the universe. "
Amadeus keeps thinking. He is pacing up and down. He stopped suddenly and then said to himself,
"I held the power of the Gods of Heaven and Earth; I can't let anyone else know."
All of a sudden, a hint of determination flashed across Amadeus's eyes. Treasures could bring disaster.
"I can't tell my parents either." Amadeus was thinking. Suddenly, his thoughts were jolted.
"Bang!" (SFX)
The Marsican Bear's dried corpse turned into powder, destroying all traces of the corpse!
"Battle of Bronze Warriors' Lane in a month's time!" Amadeus looked into the distance. He has no hesitation or confusion in his mind this time. His heart is filled with endless faith.
Amadeus' figure moved, and he leaped and disappeared into the dense forest!
In an inconspicuous open space at the back of Red Reed Peak, a leopard with fiery-red fur and fangs had just killed a single-horned antelope. When it was eating its prey, it did not notice a pair of bloodthirsty eyes staring at it from the bushes.
A black shadow dashed out of the bushes. It is dozens of metres away. In the blink of an eye, before the leopard could react, the black shadow had already appeared three metres away from it.
"Die!"
Amadeus punched the leopard; the punch is like the furious strike of a raging bull.
The single punch shattered the leopard's ferocious head! As the leopard fell to the ground, the black shadow started walking. In the dim moonlight, one could easily recognise its Amadeus. But this Amadeus is less childish and shy than before. He is more cold-blooded and steadier.
He placed his palm on the leopard's corpse and circulated it. The very next moment, he started absorbing the life essence of the leopard.
"Bang!" (SFX)
The inner force in his body began to surge. Amadeus let out a long roar and suddenly stood up off the ground!
His strength increased again at a phenomenal rate. He felt he was like the Greek god Hercules.
Amadeus laughed loudly. In less than six hours, he had connected to three pneumas and had even broken through the first layer bottleneck. If he told anyone about this, who would believe him, and who would dare believe him?
One should know that even some seventh-rank Bloodline geniuses might not be able to break through one pneuma in a day, let alone break through a major category.
The lightning that struck him a few days back has changed him. He now has superpowers. He was not only able to consume the physical strength of his opponent, he could easily absorb their mental energy as well.
He is a more refined warrior now, with his mental and physical strength rapidly rising. This was simply unimaginable!
"Dad, mom! I will definitely become your pride! " Amadeus gazed into the distance, looking at the lush green forest. It's 3 in the morning. He wanted to stay in the forest and absorb the energies of more exotic animals. But he suppressed the urge. Every servant disciple had a lot of work every day, and there were a lot of people during the day. If he did not pay attention, people might have discovered that he had not come, so he returned to his quarters.
At 7 AM in the morning, servant disciples entered the dining hall one after another. They picked up a plate and picked out their food. Among them were Amadeus and Atticus.
They quickly located a table to eat at. The food was basically meat. It's a protein-heavy diet so that the disciples under training can build their strength quickly.
"Everyone, come and get the refreshing soup!" A few minutes later, a shout attracted everyone's attention. A few old ladies each pushed a cart and slowly walked into the canteen. The cart is filled with porcelain bowls, and the bowl is filled with blood-red medicinal soup. It emitted an alluring medicinal fragrance, and just by smelling it, everyone became very energetic!
The refreshing soup is made with a hundred-year-old secret main ingredient and supplemented by several dozen types of medicinal herbs. It had the effect of replenishing one's soul and blood. The soup helps the disciples in meditation, and also gives them enough energy to finish their daily workload.
Amadeus and Atticus queued up in front of an old woman. They picked up a bowl of refreshing soup one after another and prepared to return to their small quarter.
However, before Amadeus and Atticus could walk far, a group of people blocked their path.
"Marcus! " Looking at the leader of the group, Amadeus could not help but clench his left hand tightly.
The group of servant disciples that are about to return to their rooms are not in a hurry to return. They stopped and whispered to each other. They all seemed to be hoping that the matter would become more serious.
"Trash. In any case, you will definitely be eliminated in a month's time. It's a waste to give you this refreshing soup. Go ahead, bring me his refreshing soup! " Marcus looked down at Amadeus from above. His eyes narrowed as he called out softly.
"Yes, sire!"
Marcus's number one subordinate, Cyrus, immediately took a step forward and shouted at Amadeus, "Trash, bring the refreshing soup over!"
Amadeus gritted his teeth. He was extremely furious. One refreshing soup per day is the key to their daily penance and concentration. Marcus is trying to stop his penance and ultimately make him lose his chance to win the competition.
"Numitor, don't bully others too much." Atticus, who took a step forward to protect Amadeus, shielded him. His voice is trembling slightly, and it lacks confidence.
"Atticus!" A touch of gratitude flashed across Amadeus's eyes. Atticus is his true friend!
"Atticus, I don't think you want the refreshing soup either!" Numitor snatched the refreshing soup from Atticus's hand.
Atticus was enraged, and he clutched his bowl.
"Give it to me, or I will beat you up." Numitor fiercely pushed Atticus.
"Numitor, you are going too far!" Atticus gritted his teeth. Nimitor's talent is higher than Amadeus'. Atticus had reached the second degree of training three months ago. However, Numitor is way stronger than he is. Furthermore, Marcus and the others were still watching from behind.
"Atticus, shut up. Do you believe that I will let you crawl back? " Numitor glanced at Atticus with disdain. Then, he looked at Amadeus once again. His eyes looked
down at Amadeus, as if he was looking at an ant on the ground. "Trash. Didn't you hear what I said? Give me the refreshing soup! "