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. Everything was still and quiet.

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

eyes under the bright moonlight,

to have picked up

seem to have

his senses were heightened

to make itself known to him as it circled around the

blew across his face,

it ceased more often. It was as if the breeze never

by in the

hours. Three hours.

had passed, but Austin remained still. He was completely immersed in his

in his mind, as if he had seen a map of it. He felt the breeze blew at him, then the

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

as his mind followed its movement.

sensed some slight winds of

maiden, it touched the thick blades of grass coltishly. Then the breeze

while later. It blew over the tops of the grass

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

'I've sensed it...

I've sensed the wind...'

moment.

feeling the wind all night long, and wholeheartedly observed its every

the first rays of sunshine had woken him up. Austin sobered

night and felt that he benefited so much from his practice. No wonder that the Wind-commanding Skill

of practice, Austin's understanding

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

a fish that bolted through the water, and as agile as a falcon

wind in his vital energy now, which made his

left traces of residual shadows behind in his rapid

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

felt as carefree as a

back to the hut, sat down, and meditated. Vital energy ran in a circle around him, and drove

this time, the grunt disciples had woken up. They began

a while, thousands of grunt disciples had started their day. The activity area became

and woke him up from his meditation. He couldn't cultivate

looked like he had to find a quiet place that