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.

forest was deserted at midnight. Everything was still and quiet.

as stated in the

bright moonlight, and quietly felt for

seemed to have

wind…I seem to have

his senses were heightened

make itself known to him as it circled around

night wind gently blew across his face, hair,

more often. It was as if the breeze never

by in the

Two hours. Three

immersed in his search for the wind, and stood motionless like a

the wind gradually became clear in his mind, as if he had seen a map of it. He felt the breeze blew at him, then the mountain wind came out

the treetops and made the leaves fall. The grass around the hut fluttered in

felt the wind, as his mind followed its

also sensed some slight winds of the night breeze.

grass coltishly. Then the breeze brushed his face, and gently blew away a few strands of

later. It blew over the

in the air and swirled into a mysterious shape—the shape of

'I've sensed it...

I've sensed the wind...'

to realize something at that moment. His perception of the wind became deeper.

long, and wholeheartedly observed its every wisp that blew through the surroundings

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

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

one night's worth of practice, Austin's understanding of bodily

his movements greatly agile. That was the Fish Swimming Pace, a bodily

as swift as a fish that bolted through the water, and as

power of the wind in his vital energy now, which made his footsteps elusive and unpredictable.

ran faster and faster, and left traces of residual shadows behind in his rapid movement. They were like dozens of figures that

the figures instantly disappeared. He breathed deeply and laughed out loud again. He looked so effortless when he ran that not even a drop of sweat

felt as carefree as a bird.

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

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

disciples had started their

him up from his meditation. He couldn't cultivate skills in this noisy environment.

a quiet place that would be fit for