Thick clouds obscured the entire sky, and the edges of the clouds were encrusted with a halo of red and blue that looked unusually demonic.
Beneath the clouds, a large and a small black figure lay on top of a high ridge.
In front of the ridge of the house was a huge courtyard, each row of houses was lit up, and there were seven or eight entrances in front and back of the courtyard.
The two figures were motionless, almost completely blending into the darkness, with only their glittering eyes signaling their identity as martial artists.
A cool night breeze blew through, and Arthur felt comfortable through and through from the bone out, the pain of the day's burning long gone.
Since practicing "Danyang Alchemy of God", Arthur has been living in purgatory these days.
The continent's fighting qi technique is all about the slow and gradual, the fighting qi of the world through different meridians into the body, in addition to a very small part of the body to stay in the body of the dantian outside and then exhaled again, fighting qi in the cycle of the inhalation and inhalation of the quenching of the body of the martial artist.
The "Danyang Refining God" is a different way to violently introduce the fighting qi into the body, but refused to easily exhale the fighting qi, but urged it in the whole body meridians flow violently rushed, until exhausted.
The process of drawing fighting qi to the dantian and then violently dispersing it throughout the body is like spreading a blazing fire from the abdomen to all parts of the body, and this blazing fire can not be seen and touched, and the pain from the inside out is absolutely very tolerable.
Arthur every time to activate the "Danyang refining God" is like suicide, need to drum up great courage, every time to complete the practice under the body is a big puddle of sweat.
Along with the great pain brought gains are also huge, only half a month of cultivation more than he can already feel a thin fighting qi flow in the body, while the general metaphysical level fighting qi technique often after three months to produce qi sense in the body.
"I heard that your kid is practicing 'Danyang Refining God'?"
Arthur, who was immersed in the painful memories of cultivation, was suddenly heavily stabbed, and lying beside him was none other than the small man Tony. Compared to his initial willful dislike, Tony's impression of Arthur had now changed greatly.
Unsure of how to respond Arthur simply nodded his head as a response.
"Brother reminds you not to be fooled by Cairns and Randall, it's best to give up early, that thing isn't even meant for people to practice, that bit of pain you're in right now is only just starting, that pain that burns inside and out gets worse the further you go."
"Do you also know about 'Danyang Refining God'?" Arthur looked at Tony with a puzzled gaze.
Tony smiled wryly, "You're not the first guinea pig for Cairns and the two of them, the gang of brothers who were compelled by the two of them back then either couldn't stand that kind of pain and gave it up on their own accord, or exploded and died when they advanced. Don't look at your rapid progress now, but with this set of gong method you won't be able to enter the War General."
Arthur laughed bitterly, "It's too late for you to persuade me now, since I've already decided, I'll continue even if it means death!"
Tony touched a nose and skimmed his lips, "I didn't realize that you kid is also a stubborn seed, no wonder those two guys would look at you." Then he stopped taking care of Arthur.
Arthur, however, volunteered to come up, "Brother Tony, what do we do next?"
Tony rolled his eyes at Arthur in dismay, "I don't know why Cairns let me bring you along as a drag? In a minute you keep an eye on things here, I'm going to stab Tristie twice to avenge Hagrid and the others."
"And then what?"
"What then?"
"Is that after you stabbed Tristie?"
"You were stupid at the orc camp, weren't you?" Tony raised his hand and smacked Arthur on the head, "Do I need to teach you that? Run, of course!"
Arthur stared at Tony with his mouth slightly open looking at an idiot.
"What are you looking at, don't you understand? Don't blame your brother for not reminding you if you run slow and let the blood-stabbing people catch you then!"
Arthur suddenly said with a sense of realization, "I now finally understand why Head Cairns asked me to follow you, it's not that I was stupid in the orc camp, it's that you're too stupid!"
"What do you mean, kid?"
"If you go and assassinate Tristie, the people of Stabbing Blood will definitely not stop, and both sides will definitely go to full-scale war. If Head Cairns wants to go to war with Stabbing Blood now, what's the point of having the two of us here?"
Tony blinked his little eyes, "You seem to have a point." But then frowned immediately afterward, "It's a little hard to avenge Hagrid and the others without drawing fire on them at the same time."
Arthur gave a soft, wicked laugh, "I do have an idea?"
"You have an idea?" Tony's quizzical gaze fixed on Arthur.
"Hmph." Arthur grunted disdainfully, "Forget it if you don't believe me, this mission was given to you by the headmaster anyway, not to me."
Tony poked Arthur again, "Yo, you still got it? Come on, I want to believe you're full of ideas!"
"Say yes, but I have one condition, after I help you avenge Hagar and the others, you have to teach me some of my thieving skills."
"If you really have a way to clean up these assholes from Stabbing Blood, not to mention the Thief's skill, I can even teach you the 'Phantom Sneak' footwork that I'm most proud of."
"Do you mean what you say?" Arthur's eyes instantly flashed with brilliance, he knew that although Tony's frontal combat power was not strong, his ability to roam around on the battlefield to save his life was extremely strong, by virtue of this set of middle-ranked ground level footwork.
"When did your brother Tony not keep his word?" Before Arthur had time to be happy, he immediately added, "But if you can't learn it, don't blame me, you know that thieves need talent, don't know who wants to be able to be one."
Arthur rolled his eyes a little, I'm afraid that's what Tony was really thinking.
"Since they're playing dirty, let's play dirty too. With three mercenary corps in Hua Aures City and so much friction between us and Stabbing Blood, we can't just let 'Coyote Fox' watch from the sidelines?"
Tony squinted his eyes at Arthur, "You want to create friction between 'Stabbing Blood' and 'Coyote Fox'? I'm warning you that the leader of the Coyote Fox, Valeo, is a real old fox, don't be smart enough to move a rock and bring the trouble to ourselves?"
"Don't worry, let's do this ..." Arthur leaned over to Tony's ear is a whisper.
Tony looked at Arthur in surprise, "You're not a big guy, how come you've got so many sneaky ideas?"
A trace of an imperceptible pained look flickered in Arthur's eyes, "Human slaves in the orc camps face death at any time, every day they have to rack their brains to think of every possible way to survive, and in order to survive they even go so far as to deceive their companions and curry favor with the orcs. Before you attacked that lion man camp, there were a total of fifty-seven human slaves like me, and it was never just because of luck that I survived."
Suffering makes you grow.
At this moment, looking at Arthur, who still had a smile on his face, Tony seemed to finally recognize the child who had matured too soon.