【The Invincible Warrior of the Jungle】(Chapter 11. Invincible)

Author: Wu Shuang Published on October 8 ,
2015 in Forum 001 First
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********** ... Click the link: Chapter 2. Revolution of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust" ; Chapter 3. Proletariat of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust"; Chapter 4. Divine Craftsmanship of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust"; Chapter 5. Anti-Revisionism of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust"; Chapter 6. Demonic Possession of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust"; Chapter 7. Adulthood of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust"; Chapter 8. Moon Goddess of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust"; Chapter 9. Tribulations of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust"; Chapter 10. Divine Child of "The Seven Dragons Chronicle of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust"; Chapter 　　　　　　　　　 11. Invincible ※ Year 11 of the Seven Dragons 　　Chronicle Along the blue Danube River beside the capital, several rivers flow into this canal, providing it with a continuous supply of fresh water. The easternmost of these is the Angry River, which flows through Darlakha. 　　Dalaka, once a major orc stronghold, was captured without bloodshed by Sister Adela twenty-four years ago, becoming the easternmost fortress of the Griffin Empire. East of the river lies orc territory; south is the edge of the Valley ; southwest is the Tatalia Forest; and west, along the post road, passing the fortress that was once the site of the Vesta Monastery, one can reach the imperial capital in just twelve days. Therefore, it has always been a strategically vital location! 　　Now, thanks to human development, products from the Black Continent further south arrive here along the Valley of Pain, and along with orcish goods, can be transported to the imperial capital via the post road or the Raging River. Thus, since the Red Rebellion several years ago , it has been developed into a major commercial hub. 　　On a hillside on the north bank of the river stands a blacksmith's workshop run by dwarves, named "Snow Defence ." This dwarven stronghold, built along the riverbank, is renowned throughout the east for its weapons and armor. Its weapons are even considered more valuable than gold and jewels than other hard currency among some orc tribes to the east ! 　　Upon entering the stronghold, a wave of heat washes over you. A large iron furnace stands in the courtyard , surrounded by six smaller furnaces, each at least two stories high, not to mention the central furnace with its chimney taller than the small hill behind it! 　　The flames beneath the furnace are bleached white by the heat. Inside, a long, heavy sword glows red-hot, and a dark dwarf beside it picks up the hilt with his bare hands—a scene that sends a chill down the spine of anyone who witnesses it . 　　But the dark dwarf seemed oblivious, placing the red-hot iron sword on the anvil! Anyone familiar with Mount Shen would recognize him as belonging to the Barbarian Hammer tribe. Like the diminutive beauties of the Bronzebeard tribe, the warriors of the Black Iron tribe , and the rune mages of the Silver tribe, the Barbarian Hammer tribe was renowned for its dwarven craftsmen. Their constant forging by the furnace gave them varying degrees of fire resistance. 　　Judging from the dwarf's exceptional fire resistance, he was at least the ultimate form of dwarven craftsman: a dwarven master craftsman . Yet, after placing the red-hot iron sword on the anvil, this master craftsman merely gripped the hilt, allowing the white-skinned dwarf standing nearby to begin hammering! 　　This dwarven master craftsman, whom even the most powerful families in the capital would humbly submit to and vie for, was here merely a subordinate to the white-skinned dwarf! Such a scene always left the heads of the weapon completely dumbfounded! 　　The pale-skinned dwarf, who surpassed even the great dwarf craftsmen, was only a little over a meter tall, yet his back was as broad and thick as a mountain. It was crisscrossed with scars, some from weapons, others from forging iron in the furnace . 　　After the dark dwarf placed the red-hot iron sword on the anvil, he picked up a small hammer in his left hand and a large hammer in his right. The small hammer struck the ground, the large hammer pounded, sparks flying. 　　In the fiery furnace and black steel, his muscles gleamed white, swaying with his movements as if alive . 　　Before long, what had been nothing more than a block of iron had taken shape as a greatsword. He picked it up and casually placed it in the water trough ; a hissing sound filled the air, and white smoke enveloped the entire large iron furnace. 　　"Old Man Kari, may I go to Darakar with you today?" A clear voice burst into the smoke-filled furnace. When the smoke cleared and the newcomer appeared, a shout of praise rang out! 　　Entering was a young human man with a face that seemed meticulously sculpted, a handsome, delicate nose , and lips the color of cherry blossoms. He had dazzling, vibrant blood-red hair, and beneath his sword-like eyebrows were a pair of alluring, captivating eyes . Most striking were his pupils; his dark eyes, veiled by thick lashes, shone brilliantly, capable of captivating any woman who met his gaze. 　　While his youthful face still carried a hint of boyishness, his slender physique exuded health and strength! His bronzed body was devoid of any excess fat, unlike Kari's bulging muscles, instead possessing a perfectly streamlined shape . If Kari's physique was a hammer, then the young man was a sharp blade forged from that hammer. 　　"I can't go today! I still have so much work to do!" Seeing the young man's disappointed look, Kari said, "It's been almost three months since I last delivered weapons. You absolutely have to go this time! Woody, you're eleven now , so this time you'll go to Lower Dharamshala by yourself. It's just delivering weapons!" 　　"Okay!" Hearing that he could finally go out alone, the young Woody excitedly skipped outside. If it weren't for Kari's words, everyone would have thought this young man was just ; who would have thought he was only eleven years old! 　　Woody ran back to his room and pulled out his weapon, a long spear with a head that was longer than usual.

It was more than half a meter longer, its shaft slightly thinner than a cup, covered with hemp-like patterns. Without close inspection, anyone would
mistake the same standard weapon of the Imperial pikemen on the cart. But how many could guess that this was
a treasure comparable to a divine artifact!

This was a reforged blade by the master craftsman Yuri, based on the "Alba War Spear" forged over a hundred years ago for the Griffin Emperor's elite
knight . Although
Yuri didn't have the full support of the Griffin Emperor and others, with the dedicated assistance of his six disciples who had risen to the rank of dwarven master craftsmen, the replica
was virtually indistinguishable from the original, and thus could be called "Alba War Spear No. 2."

The *Alba War Spear* was crafted by the master craftsman Yuri, imitating the divine weapon *Spear of Longchinus*. Longchinus
was an ordinary spearman in the ancient Santiago Empire during the Bronze Age. Instigated by the Santiago elders, he
used a spear to kill the first divine son, Emmanuel. That spear, stained with
the son's blood, possessed a degree of divinity, capable of piercing through all physical defenses, even gods
, hence its name, *God-Slayer Spear*.

While the *Alba War Spear* also incorporates Yuri's divinity, it
falls short of the divine weapon *Spear of Longchinus*. Its characteristic is that it can strike the opponent's vital points, delivering a fatal blow that
ignores defense.

Furthermore, due to Yuri's rare talent "Sharp Blade" after advancing to the rank of Master Craftsman:
the damage of (treasure level x2), the "Alba War Spear" received a super boost of 10 damage. Therefore, this
spear is a level 5 treasure that can completely rival and surpass a divine artifact!

Holding his spear, Woody led a few dwarves and escorted a cart of military equipment towards Dalarka. Woody kept
brandishing his weapon at the trees by the roadside, wishing that a few bandits would appear around him, preferably orcs, so that
he could show off his skills on his first solo journey!

The journey was safe, and soon they crossed the river and arrived at the Dalarka Fortress.

A fence was erected at the gates of Dalaka, serving as a checkpoint for entering and exiting the fortress. Since
a new logistics officer arrived from the capital last month, he had set up this checkpoint at the city gate under the pretext of investigating the entry and exit of supplies and collecting
customs duties. In a short time, this had caused widespread resentment among the caravans traveling to and from Dalaka. However, fearing the power
behind and the imperial army of Dalaka Fortress, they all kept silent! This

was because the logistics officer's brother-in-law was none other than Godric, the commander who had quelled the Red Rebellion several years ago!

This logistics officer, Sir Gallant, who possessed the same beautiful genes as his sister
, was indeed exceptionally handsome. He was about twenty years old this year, but his face was fair, his features delicate as
a woman's , and his complexion had a sickly pallor. His long, narrow eyes had slightly
upturned corners, giving him a naturally charming appearance.

Exiled to this eastern frontier for offending powerful figures in the capital, Sir Gallant, relying on his brother-in-law Godric's
influence in the army, lives a more comfortable life than in the capital! Located at the crossroads
of , Sir Gallant has seen more beauties of various races this month—fox women, rabbit women, white elves, dark elves, and more—than he'd heard of in his years in the capital. Moreover, here, he can use his status
to do whatever he considers "romantic" things he wants! 　　Initially, he only used searching for contraband as an excuse to grope women, but now he even takes a fancy to women in isolated merchant caravans, abducting them into his harem under the pretext of espionage. This has already caused conflicts with the fortress commander, Valeska! 　　But Wilske was helpless against this philandering nobleman. Sir Gallant's reputation for womanizing was notorious in the capital, and his nickname "the man who doesn't care about anything" was now known throughout the outlying region of Dalakha. The "man who doesn't care about anything" referred to his indiscriminate sexual relations with both men and women. When they first arrived, everyone was puzzled, wondering how there could be "three no-nos" when men and women were the only two types of men he "didn't care about." 　　Soon, they learned from his page that Sir Gallant wanted to sleep with any male child, regardless of whose he was. Seeing a handsome, strong man, he wanted to be with him without hesitation ! In his words, "I'm an Aquarius too, I need the tenderness of a man!" 　　So now, whenever he saw Woody escorting weapons into the city at the city gate, his eyes were glued to Woody's strong, muscular physique! 　　"Halt!" The pageboy, seeing Sir Gallant's signal, immediately understood and stopped Woody . 　　Sir Gallant scrutinized Woody, his ambiguous gaze revealing a hint of effeminacy and even a touch of frivolity. He smiled, a smile tinged with shyness, and raised his hand to lightly cover his nose. His hand was clad in spotless white silk gloves, and what was most chilling was that one of his little fingers was slightly raised... 　　After scrutinizing Woody closely, he saw that the young man had strong, long legs, paired with a robust physique honed through years of training, forming the so-called golden ratio. Every muscle exuded power, and his flowing red hair was a symbol of the highest bloodline in the Griffin Empire. His high-bridged nose and slightly deep-set black eyes radiated a resolute and profound gaze. 　　"What's your name?" 　　Sir Gallant walked up to Woody, his gait more like a stroll through a ball than a city gate patrol. 　　"Woody Wildhammer, sir!" Woody immediately stopped, his handsome figure as straight as a spear. 　　Seeing Woody's respectful demeanor, Sir Gallant nodded smugly. "I am the logistics , young man. According to Imperial military regulations, all items entering and leaving military facilities must be strictly inspected! What's on your cart?" 　　"Armaments! My lord." 　　"What! Armored goods!" Sir Gallant's eyebrows twitched. These were top-tier contraband items; he wouldn't even bother with a charge. "According to Imperial military regulations, I must confiscate all your armored goods!" 　　"Here?" 　　"Naturally here!" Sir Gallant's lips curled slightly. Was this young man so sensible, already prepared for a clandestine meeting? "Or where would you like to go?"

"Here it is! Unload!" The young Woody ordered the dwarves pushing the carts to unload the goods, while
pulling out a list and handing it to Gallant: "Sir, please check. This time there are 200 spears and 50
halberds." "

【Snow White Armory】!" Sir Gallant's eyes widened as he looked at the words on the order. He realized that he had been tricked
by this seemingly shy and childish boy. Looking at the weapons scattered all over the ground, he still had to
arrange for to haul them from the city gate to the warehouse!

(Cunning!) Gallant carefully examined the order, trying to find fault with it! Soon,
Gallant found out that the order was dated three months ago and had been approved by his predecessor: "Hmm!
This date seems to be past its expiration date, doesn't it?"

"Sir, there's no such thing as an expiration date for military equipment. Besides, it would take at
least !"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Gallant stammered, "But let me put it this way, Woody,
this batch of military equipment is of great importance. This is my first time dealing with your 'Snow White Armory,' and I don't know
about the quality. How about this, I'll arrange a personal guard position for you. You can stay by my side and serve me. After
I've inspected everything, I'll arrange the payment for you?"

"Sir, you mean you want to recruit me into the Imperial Army?" Woody exclaimed in surprise! The surrounding
soldiers immediately stood up, all watching Gallant with great interest. All the soldiers wanted to see
how Gallant would stumble in front of 'Snow White Armory'!

In fact, in Dalarka, Snowwhite Armory was the second strongest force after the Imperial Army. Although their
combat strength wasn't high, their superior weaponry made them a target for all military forces in the vicinity of Dalarka to cultivate
good . If this foolish logistics officer dared to forcibly conscript Woody, Old Man Kari's favorite,
he'd be in for a world of trouble!

Sure enough, the dwarves escorting the weapons immediately raised several spears from the ground and pointed them at
Galant in front of Woody!

Galant's powdered face turned deathly pale! As a nobleman, his basic common sense
immediately made him realize that these dwarves were actually fourth-tier dwarven creatures called Harpooners!

Harpooners were the elite of the dwarven javelin throwers. Their powerful attacks and skillful double-edged spear techniques
not only have a chance to reduce the target's speed and initiative, but they can also use the "Horn Strike"
to drag the target one space towards the spearman, dealing normal damage.

Holding spears in both hands is their signature stance! In the capital, this type of unit, capable of both ranged and melee combat, is a favorite among many
powerful families for their guards. Therefore, he never expected that the
dwarves carrying goods for this young man would be such a high-ranking unit!

Gallant glanced pleadingly at the soldiers guarding the city gate, but they all
seemed oblivious to the officer being surrounded by dwarves, even displaying schadenfreude!

At that moment

, Woody exclaimed excitedly, his
genuine reaction surprising everyone!

"Haha! From today onwards, you'll be my personal guard! No, my captain of the personal guard!" Rescued from his predicament,
Gallant quickly extended an olive branch! A young man with a fourth-tier hunter as his bodyguard was definitely worth
recruiting!

"Personal guard? I have no interest!" Woody pouted. "I want to join the Vanguard Battalion!" The Vanguard Battalion was an elite force created by

Grand Duke Vitir Albar, the Vanguard Knight, during the Griffin Emperor's unification of the continent over a hundred years ago. Today, it's the common designation for spearman battalions throughout the empire. But for Woody, who wields a spear, this was the embodiment of the military spirit of his most admired hero, Grand Duke Albar . Naturally, he chose this unit as his starting point! 　　Gallant looked at Woody, completely baffled that someone would give up the lucrative position of logistics officer and captain of the personal guard to request the lowest rank in the army, the Vanguard Battalion. He tried to dissuade him. 　　"No! A bard once said, 'A general who doesn't want to be a soldier is not a good general!'" Woody stubbornly refused. 　　Seeing the hawk-wielding hunters eyeing him menacingly, did Galant have any room to refuse? He summoned a pikeman and ordered him to take Woody to the Vanguard Camp. 　　"Go back and tell Old Man Cary I'm going to be a general! I'll come back to see him when I become a general!" Woody commanded the hawk-wielders. The hawk-wielders exchanged hesitant glances, subconsciously knowing that if they let Woody go like this, they would surely be dealt with by Cary when they returned! But as beings, they couldn't object to the hero-level Woody, and could only watch helplessly as Woody and the pikeman arrived at the Vanguard Camp! 　　The pikeman led Woody to receive his pikeman's uniform: a light chainmail and a long purple robe covering his entire body , embroidered with a golden griffin on the chest. The chainmail was very thin but sturdy, a product of [Snow White Military Industry], and it made a majestic clattering sound when he walked in it. 　　　　　　　———————————————————— 　　Ding! System notification: Woody the Blacksmith, a Tier 1 Blacksmith, has been upgraded to a Tier 2 Spearman and has gained the talents "Spearmanship - Expert" and "Spearmanship - Heavenly Fortune (Beginner)" based on the Tier 2 Spearman class. Woody became familiar with the construction of various spear-type weapons and increased their damage (damage fluctuated between 40-100% of the difference between minimum and maximum damage). 　　(The full name of "Heavenly Fortune" is "Angel's Luck," which is based on the characteristic that the ultimate human unit, the Angel, has a constant value. All human melee units have mastered a portion of this talent to varying degrees: they can cause increased damage, with spearmen between 40-100%, swordsmen between 60-100%, knights between 80-100%, and Angels at a constant 100%). 　　　　　　　———————————————————— 　　Woody, dressed in his uniform, strolled back and forth in the tent with an air of arrogance. He saw the spearman remove the semi-circular Charrel-style helmet from his head, revealing a bald, shiny head. But when he turned around, a thin black braid resembling a rat's tail hung down the back of his head , which amazed Woody.

The spearman wasn't bad-looking; he had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a tall and imposing bronze physique, and strong,
powerful arms. However, his head was shaved, and the large, shiny bald head made
him look somewhat ferocious, while his thin, rat-tail braid looked comical.

After thinking for a moment, looking at the spearman's bald head, he suddenly couldn't help but ask, "Um…why is your head
…?"

The spearman glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "My name isn't that…I'm Atlas!"

"Sorry!" Woody immediately apologized for his rudeness due to his surprise. "My name is Woody!"

"Woo…di…Wu…di!" Atlas repeated Woody's name twice, but the
second pronunciation was very strange. The pronunciation itself was the same, but the intonation was very peculiar,
a tone never heard before in Ela Saigon, seemingly requiring a pursed mouth and flat lips to produce!

"Your name is somewhat similar to mine!" Atlas muttered.

"Woody? Atlas? Is this the same?" Woody asked in surprise.

"I'm talking about my porcelain name!" Atlas drew his short sword and drew four
Chinese : "Wu Shuang Wu Di."

He pointed to the two characters "Wu Shuang" and said, "This is my porcelain name 'Wu Shuang,' and this is
a homonym of your name 'Wu Di'! 'Wu Shuang,' mine, means unique in the porcelain language; 'Wu Di,'
yours, means without rivals!"

"You're a porcelain person?" Woody carefully examined Atlas. At first, he had
mistaken had the same slightly flat nose, but his skin had an earthy yellow tinge beneath his bronze complexion. Not only
was his braid black, but his pupils were also the same as his own—a rare black color among the humans of Ela Saigon!

"My grandfather and grandmother were both porcelain people, and my maternal grandmother was also a porcelain person!" Atlas also sized up
Woody. "Looking at your pupils, you should also have porcelain blood, though from a long time ago!"

"Maybe!" Woody avoided the question. Not knowing who his biological parents were since childhood was
a lifelong pain for him. "I've heard that you porcelain people are the most outstanding magicians?"

"Probably because my grandfather and father were both orcs, I didn't inherit the magical talent of my maternal ancestors,
but I'm an excellent warrior!" Atlas finished speaking and flexed his arms, showing off his strong muscles!

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The so-called barbarians are not a new species that appeared after the emergence of life mages; they are
a race that evolved from the orcs at the same time!

Orcs were created 681 years ago during the Second Lunar Eclipse War.

During the Second Lunar Eclipse War, facing the onslaught of the demon army, the hastily
organized , forcing the people of the Ashan world to retreat. The lands of the elves were the first
to be ravaged by war. The hastily formed alliance between the remaining elves, humans, and dwarves proved futile. The survivors
fled south, pursued by the demons, hoping to halt the relentless invasion with the magical power of the Seven Cities Alliance!

At this critical juncture, a daring experiment was underway. The experiment focused on
replacing human corpses with demon blood, generating inert earth elemental energy from which the mages discovered
a way to resurrect 'it'. Although the monster died immediately after its resurrection, the mages realized
they could combine these two fundamentally opposing forces to create a new race, a
hybrid of a child of God and a child of the demon. This creation would shift the balance of power on the battlefield.

While their sanctuary allies opposed this atrocity for religious reasons, the mages
remained pragmatic, explaining that if allowed to continue the experiment, they could create a powerful army.
This new race, the future orcs, would inherit the power of demon blood and immunity to demonic magic
. Their human bodies would grant them fertility and the freedom to roam the earth. In the despair and darkness of defeat
, the harsh reality of losing all hope and alternatives gave the mages an opportunity, and
the experiments were finally mass-produced.

Failures were plentiful: burning corpses, people driven to madness, and deformed beings resembling wild beasts
were born in alarming proportions from the mages' mysterious laboratories. Finally, a mage named Ishihara
made a breakthrough. By increasing the elemental composition and properly adjusting the energy prisms of gems and
crystals discovered that conflicting energies could be stabilized.

(PS: Ubisoft is being sarcastic; in the Chinese version of *Heroes of Might and Magic VI*,
Ishihara's name is displayed directly in English without translation—is it the English translation of Shintaro Ishihara's name? Is this how the Japanese bestiality is
recreated by Ishihara?)

Thus, the orcs arrived in this world.

On the battlefield, their arrival swept everything away like a tornado. The demons helplessly discovered that their
cunning tricks were completely ineffective against the orcs! This is because the orcs created for them had minds
far too simple, so simple that they couldn't comprehend any schemes! They could only rely on their uniquely
bloodthirsty primal power, and their inseparable clan-like unity, to overthrow
the victory that originally belonged to the demons!

The war ended, but the orcs did not become heroes; their simple minds made them enslaved by the gods and
humans !

Soon, the human nobles discovered that these slaves were not only invincible on the battlefield, but also
kings ! Soon, even before the new profession of life mage was introduced, a large number of new creatures
were produced through complex mating for amusement! For example, there were petite and delicate rabbit women covered in white down; docile and obedient dog women; alluring and seductive
fox women; voluptuous and plump cow women; delicate and passionate snake women, and so on... And
those could not satisfy the fantasies of the human nobles were collectively called 'barbarians'!

Barbarians inherited the power of orcs in their blood, but like orcs, their magical talent was almost nonexistent.
However , they are intellectually superior to orcs, and therefore more likely to accept human ethics and morality.

Thus, after the Great Orc Rebellion 478 years ago, humans began to attempt to subdue the orcs, accepting them
as members of human society.

Large numbers of barbarians joined the Imperial army as a result. These simple-minded barbarians, due to their obedience, quickly
became the backbone of the Imperial army's lower-ranking soldiers!

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Looking at Atlas, who was displaying his muscles, it was
clear that his entire body was bulging with muscles. A goblin could easily stand on his powerful biceps. His whole body exuded a deep and powerful aura. He looked down at Woody
with a dismissive smile.

Woody pinched his muscles; they were indeed exceptionally strong, and he could feel the power contained within!

"How about a wrestling match?" Atlas raised his arm demonstratively!

"Sure!"

Wrestling was a common fighting style in Elahigon. The two fighters would grip the head, neck, torso, and upper limbs with their arms, without
using joint locks or suffocating techniques—it was purely a contest of strength! In Snowwhite Armory, Woody often
wrestled with the dwarves, and thanks to his height, he was considered a rare opponent!

Woody unbuttoned his newly donned uniform, revealing himself shirtless like Atlas. He was much thinner than
Atlas , yet his physique was still well-defined and muscular. Atlas hadn't realized that
Woody, who looked almost feminine in his clothes, actually had a surprisingly voluptuous figure.

Atlas kicked off his shoes and beckoned to him, "Come on!"

The two had barely embraced when Atlas roared and charged down like a tiger descending a mountain. Despite his
seemingly rough and simple appearance, he knew how to use his superior physique and
the sheer strength of a barbarian to overpower Woody.

Woody twisted his foot, seemingly trying to avoid a direct confrontation, and
then With a slight pull, Atlas would fall over due to his own strength! This was
the same technique Woody used every time he sparred with Old Man Kari, despite being twice his size, he was always easily thrown to the ground by Kari!

But the moment Woody touched Atlas, it was like catching a slimy catfish; his hand
slipped, and he couldn't grab Atlas's waist. Instead, Atlas jerked him down, and Woody fell to the ground!
He lost the first round.

Completely unprepared for Atlas's skill, Woody sprang to his feet:
"Again!"

The second round began. Woody saw Atlas using the same move, but suddenly he lunged forward,
his smaller frame crouching low and crashing into Atlas's chest. He shoved his shoulder into Atlas's chest and abdomen
, shouting, "Up!"

He lifted Atlas's tall frame, spun him around a few times, and yelled,
"Lie down!" before tossing Atlas onto the cot!

The cot collapsed with a thud, and Atlas scrambled to his feet. He hadn't expected Woody to be such a wrestling
expert , but after their sparring match, the two seemed to have developed a mutual respect.

"Hey! Kid, not bad!" Atlas's
tone was completely different from his earlier perfunctory remarks to Galant and his reaction to the "Snow White Military Industry." He patted Woody's shoulder with

a friendly, almost comical, pat. "You're pretty good too!" Woody asked shyly, "Strange, just now, I clearly
grabbed your waist, but I still fell over. What kind of talent is that?"

In Ela Saigon, it was extremely rude to ask about someone's skills or talents, but Woody couldn't
suppress his curiosity.

To his surprise, Atlas wasn't offended at all. He replied casually, "It's my racial talent!"
This was typical of barbarians; they were always completely open with those they opened their hearts to.

"Racial talent? Isn't the barbarian's racial talent 'Savage Charge'?"

"I'm talking about my other bloodline—the Porcelain Human's racial talent! This was passed down to me by my mother!"
Atlas hadn't even put his shirt on yet when he said to Woody, "Come on, put your hands on my lower back."

Woody did as he was told and put his hands on Atlas's waist.

"Huh!"

Woody exclaimed, staring at Atlas as if he'd seen a ghost, then looking at his own flared hand, he said in surprise,
"How did you do that? Is this Porcelain Human magic? I didn't see you move at all, but my hand seems to have
been flared up and it's a little numb."

Atlas laughed, "This is a martial art passed down by the Porcelain Humans since ancient times, we call it 'Kung Fu'!"
As he spoke , Atlas drew those two Chinese characters on the wooden board.

"This kind of 'kung fu' allows you to use the opponent's
momentum their power, you must seize the moment before new power is generated and use your own strength to throw them
down."

Atlas demonstrated again, and this time Woody could clearly see that Atlas's waist trembled several times
in . A force that was both supple and powerful easily deflected his hand,
making his palm slightly numb. This was even without him using any force, only placing his hand on Atlas's waist.
If his hand had also used force, and Atlas had neutralized his force and then countered with a counterattack, the force would
have been unimaginable.

Woody flexed his numb wrists, exclaiming in surprise, "Amazing! The porcelain figures have such incredible 'kung fu'!
I thought they were only powerful in magic, but their martial arts are so superb too. Just now, your waist seemed to vibrate
more than ten times; your waist strength is incredibly strong. I couldn't even grab you." "

It's not just your waist strength that's powerful!" As he spoke, Atlas activated his technique again. A short stick suddenly rose from between his
shorts , slapping Woody's lower abdomen repeatedly with the vibrations of his waist!

"This! This!!!"

"I've only learned a little bit of this 'kung fu.' So I haven't shown
much skill in close combat, but even with just this little bit, if I used it during sex with a woman, she'd cry for her parents,
ejaculate instantly, and be utterly defeated!"

Woody was stunned. He stared at Atlas for a long time, speechless, completely unprepared for
Atlas 's sudden shift in topic.

"Next time, when I get paid, I'll treat you to the most luxurious and intoxicating 'Rouge Tenderness' in all of Dar es Salaam
!" Atlas said affectionately, putting his arm around Woody's shoulder.

But for eleven-year-old Woody, the allure of "kung fu" was clearly more intriguing than the charm of women.
He steered the conversation back to his own: "How do you practice this kind of 'kung fu'?" With repeated repetition, Woody's
pronunciation of "kung fu" became increasingly clear and articulate. Clearly, he had a natural
affinity for this porcelain-human civilization!

"This kind of 'kung fu' cannot be mastered without the bloodline of a porcelain human. Let me tell you some
'incantations' first, see if you can grasp them?"

"Incantations, are they magic spells?"

"More or less. Repeat after me: 'Withdraw and change shadow, take advantage of the momentum, transform and shift form, lead into emptiness, avoid the sharp edge
and conceal the sharpness, dodge and turn, strike diagonally to attack the center, break the center horizontally, use skill to overcome clumsiness…'"

"Withdraw…change shadow, take…momentum…take…force, transform…shift form…" Although he stuttered a bit,
Woody actually recited this difficult-to-pronounce Chinese, with an intonation completely different from Ela Saigon, perfectly!

Meanwhile! Woody also received a system notification…

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Ding! System Notification: Second-tier spearman Woody Wildhammer has come into contact with the "Mystic Arts," but the inheritance is insufficient.
The progress of unsealing is 1/9…

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"Atlas, what does 'insufficient inheritance' mean?" Woody told Atlas about the system notification.

"This… this! I don't quite understand either. It's probably because your Porcelain Man bloodline is too thin. You know,
I have 3/4 Porcelain Man bloodline! So, if you read these Porcelain Man incantations a few more times, you'll gain more
knowledge of Porcelain Man civilization, and you should be able to gain the inheritance."

"Okay, I can also feel the power in these Porcelain Mantras! Atlas, talk to me more about
Porcelain Mantras in the future. Also, is your outfit the attire of a Porcelain Man? Should I dress like you?"
Woody, seemingly sensing the Porcelain Man bloodline within him and trying to find the origin of his origins, was eagerly seeking recognition!

“No need!” Atlas touched his rat-tail braid. “This is my maternal grandfather’s tribal attire.
This braid makes it
easier to bandage and apply medicine on the battlefield if you are injured on your head or face, since your head is shaved.”

“My maternal grandfather’s tribe was called ‘Virgin.’ Do you know why it’s called ‘Virgin’? Because
the custom of this tribe is ‘chaste women and promiscuous women’!” Atlas continued speaking in Chinese to Woody, explaining the
meaning of each word: “‘Chaste women and promiscuous women’ means that in our tribe, married women are called women, and they must
maintain their chastity, while unmarried women are called girls, and they can sleep with men freely, having absolute sexual autonomy…
”

As he spoke, Atlas went on to that other topic again. It could be said that if it weren’t for the fact that
barbarians lack magical talent, he would definitely have become a life mage!

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