The Supreme God

The night air was quiet except for Austin's short puffs of breath when he slowed down a little. He used the rest of the pill he had swallowed earlier to strengthen his power, as he had just reached the fourth level of Energy Gathering Realm.

Half an hour later, his body had completely absorbed the elixir.

He looked inside his body and saw the thick, dense amount of vital energy that flowed through him. It was definitely more concentrated than before.

At this fourth level, he was now stabilized and had even better understanding of energy use than most people in the same grade. His energy was also more concentrated than those who had been in this stage for a longer time.

In combat, there were other factors to consider aside from one's stage—for example, the quality of one's vital energy.

Two warriors at the same level could have vastly different qualities of vital energy. Some people's foundations were weakly established, so their vital energy was thin and unstable. Others' were firm, thus their vital energy was strong and dense.

Now, Austin had collected enough energy and his stage had jumped from level two to level four. However, his very noticeable advance was a natural one.

He was once a warrior at the ninth level of Energy Gathering Realm, and had corresponding understanding about energy and skills. This allowed his improvements to be built on a solid foundation.

Moreover, he would stop for a while to stabilize himself whenever he re-climbed to the ninth level of Energy Gathering Realm. High realm level and solid energy storage were equally important to warriors.

Austin was satisfied with his achievements. He even did a set of exercises to stretch his sore limbs.

Then he sat cross-legged on the floor again, and took out a pamphlet—which he had previously looted from Rafat, from his storage. The title of the book read "Wind-commanding Skill."

His fingers lifted the cover and he started to read the first page, "Wind is a fundamental force that had existed since the beginning of heaven and earth. It is formed by the essence of the five basic elements. It is invisible in shape or color, but tangible to one's touch."

"It can be soft, and also fierce. When a breeze flows, it kisses the rustling grass and rippling rivers with its amorous fingers. When a gale roars by, it blows roofs off houses and uproots large trees."

"The power of wind can also be used in combat. The person who studies this book will learn how to use the power of wind. His movements are elusive as wind and his attacks hide in the wind."

"Above all, the Wind-commanding Skill is a bodily movement skill. It is recorded in five sections: Feeling the Wind, Knowing the Wind, Using the Wind, Conforming to the Wind, and Hiding in the Wind. By reading this book thoroughly, one will learn to wield the ultimate source of power. He who uses the wind is the wind."

Those were what the general principles read.

The introduction stated that when a person had mastered the skill, he could hide himself in the wind.

Austin couldn't help but sigh emotionally. This Wind-commanding Skill was both mysterious and natural, delicate, and free from any frame. He had never seen any bodily movement skill like it before.

It was also one of those advanced martial art skills as well—it was a grade-fifth in terms of quality. He believed that the skill would be quite powerful.

He couldn't wait to read and learn more.

His eyes read the first section of the text, "Feeling the Wind," several times until every detail was embedded in his mind. Then, he stood up, walked outside the hut, and climbed on top of a ridge.

midnight.

He ran the vital energy inside him and directed it to the key points as stated in the book. In just a short time, he had adjusted every part of his body to its most sensitive

under the bright moonlight, and quietly

to have

wind…I seem to have sensed it...' he thought.

were heightened in meditation.

began to make itself known to him as it circled

gently blew across his face, hair, and clothes from

ceased more often. It was as if

slowly passed by in the

hours.

Austin remained still. He was completely immersed in his search for the wind, and stood motionless

if he had seen a map of it. He felt the

the treetops and made the leaves fall. The grass around the hut fluttered in the breeze, and the corners of his clothes

as his mind followed

some slight winds of the night

the thick blades of grass coltishly. Then the

later. It blew over the tops of

shape—the shape of wind. A wisp of smoke was blown away

'I've sensed it...

I've sensed the wind...'

that moment. His perception of the wind became

long, and wholeheartedly observed its every wisp that

him up. Austin sobered up and suddenly realized that the whole

from his practice. No

worth of practice, Austin's understanding

his movements greatly agile. That was the Fish Swimming Pace, a bodily movement skill he had previously practiced. He was

swift as a fish that bolted through the water, and as agile as a falcon that soared in the sky,

also some power of the wind in his vital energy

loud laugh tumbled from Austin's mouth. He ran faster and faster, and left traces of residual shadows behind in his rapid movement. They were like dozens of figures that appeared in

out loud again. He looked so effortless when he ran that not even a drop of

now, Austin felt as

energy ran in

grunt disciples had woken up. They began their morning ritual of washing

thousands of grunt disciples had started their day.

noise had reached Austin and woke him up from his meditation. He couldn't cultivate skills in

place that would be fit for his future cultivation soon.