"I believe!"

Jack was a little startled as he gawked at Zenith with wide eyes.

"You must be thinking that I would say otherwise, right?"

Zenith stroked his messy remnants of mustache on his chin as he muttered. The past three days, he had been watching over Jack, so he looked a little worn out.

Jack didn't say anything at this moment, signaling that he had quietly agreed with Zenith's words.

Zenith let out a faint laugh, "When two person are inseparable, and when two person get too close together, perhaps... that two person would understand each other even without words."

As he said that, Zenith got up slowly and patted his slightly creased robe.

Then, he said with meaningful intention, "However, most ignorant people would interpret this unexplainable phenomenon as a joke, and they would always dismiss it with their jealousy... What they don't understand that this is what the so-called 'love' is."

Jack let out a short laugh, but he didn't refute.

He got up and fixed his bloodied shirt and said with resignation, "Sorry, brother, for bringing trouble to you."

"When you're practising this set of movements, be very conscious that you shouldn't be too extreme and vexed. After going through the ten movements for a hundred more times, your body should be able to withstand the burden it imposes. Then, you can move on to the next set of movements. That way, you will feel less pressure."

Zenith solemnly advised, "I don't what that incident from three days ago to repeat again in your next test, and I don't want to hear from anyone about people waiting for you at home. Remember, I want you to become stronger, not to throw away your life."

"Thanks, brother."

Jack smiled ruefully as he felt some anxiety while being faced with Zenith's intimidating aura. He quickly cut into another topic, "Right, brother, when you first trained in these movements, how high were you able to reach in just fifteen days?"

Zenith's expression froze for a moment.

As he studied Jack's curious gaze, Zenith clasped his hands behind his back and said with a grave expression, "Whatever anguish you are going through now, I have gone through them years ago. However, there is one distinction. I was able to withstand the side effects of the eleventh movement, but you are not able to do the same."

Jack's eyes immediately lit up as he now looked at Zenith with a different light.

He had personally experienced the terror of the eleventh move!

Therefore, he could fully comprehend the severity and monstrosity of Zenith's might and strength, hearing that he could withstand that move without any problems. "You're indeed the God of War. It's already destined at that time that you would be at your peak today!"

Jack gazed at Zenith respectfully, and his voice was tinged with admiration.

Zenith tilted his body slightly, but his gaze did not meet Jack's.

He coughed lightly and replied, "If you have rested enough, you should return to your barracks. I will let Achilles to be your watchman in the coming three days."

As he said that, he somehow looked a little flustered, and it could even be seen that... his cheeks were burning.

"Right, my brother, what is the name of this move?"

Jack asked curiously, bringing the topic back to martial arts.

"The name is unknown. At that time when my master taught me about it, I have asked the same question. He didn't know either."

Zenith's face slowly returned to its previous serenity and there was an intense light in his eyes, "However, throughout the years, I manage to come up with a name that fits this set of moves."

"What is it?" Jack looked a little shaken.

Zenith slowly turned around, and when he did that, everything about him felt suddenly different.

He suddenly grew imposing and ominous, and from his face one could see an all-encompassing aura, which seemed to swallow the world whole.

His voice rose through the heavens.

"It's called Sky Dragon Routine!"

It was just a single phrase, but Jack looked incomprehensible.

Zenith smiled faintly, "The dragon flies in the sky, it can reach any part of the world,

A man flies in the sky, it will shock the whole world. This move signal the transformation undergone by someone as he learns how to control his muscles and breathe. It is about one's transformation in the martial arts world."

As he finished saying that, Zenith no longer idled here. He proceeded to leave.

Jack was left standing rooted to the ground as he mulled over Zenith's words.

Without any warning, his palms curled into fists, and there was an enigmatic light in his eyes.

Zenith was right. This set of movements raised the precision of control of one's muscles and breath, which was perfectly described by Zenith bestowing that all-mighty name!" (C) content.

It was not an understatement to say that even the first ten moves were to get out, it would cause turmoil and unrest in the martial arts world, attracting various practitioners to compete to learn it. Even excluding the possibility of all one hundred and eight movements leaking out to the outside world.

In the past fifteen days, Jack was precisely dabbling in the first ten movements.

He was the one who was fully aware of the transformation his body was going through!

He slowly turned around and looked at the now tightly shut door of the training room, but he was muttering with doubt in his voice, "Why doesn't Brown know about the name of these moves while he was the one who had taught Zenith the same moves?"

The so-called passing down of knowledge between master and student was the art of teaching everything a master knew to the student.

Despite this tradition, Brown didn't seem to pass down any name about that particular set of moves. Somehow, when it was passed down to Zenith, only he had thought of christening the moves a name. Jack couldn't understand the meaning of this.

However, he was able to let go of his doubts very soon.

He stretched lazily, and there was a crisp cracking sound coming from his body, as if someone was frying beans in a wok.

After being out cold for three days, his fatigue of forcibly switching to the eleventh move was slowly gone, his body finally able to recover.

Just by stretching, Jack felt instantly energized.

When he returned to the barracks, it was almost noon.

Achilles and Debut were all in the barracks.

However, what intrigued him was that Debut, Cole and Yarol all didn't shower him with questions even after he was back.

There was a deep glance in their eyes, but they simply greeted him nonchalantly, nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary with their actions. Only Achilles was chirping and chuckling, "You're back? How was the mission?"

Mission?

Jack instantly understood that this was the cover Achilles had come up with to cover up his movements in the past three days.

He nodded, "Everything was fine. It was smooth sailing."

As he said that, Jack secretly examined Debut and the others and found that there was nothing unusual about their expressions. This finally made Jack relax.

As he thought about it, perhaps Achilles' excuse was the most natural course of action.

After all, in his first patrolling mission, the outbreak of fight between the investigation and patrolling team and the Oirat clan exposed his own strength in the fight. His strength was definitely not something a new soldier should possess.

It was a good cover-up by stating that Jack was simply carrying out some individual mission as a new soldier.

As for the details of the mission, it could be dismissed as a confidential matter of the Dragon Cavalry Squad. This was to prevent Debut and the gang from further questioning him.

"That's great, then."

Achilles nodded.

Just as he had finished his sentence, there was a uniform greeting outside the barracks.

"Salute, Golden Guard!"

That greeting alone was like rolling thunder which immediately shaken up Jack and the others in the room.

Debut's face twisted dramatically, "What the hell? Why is he here?"

Both Cole and Yarol had a fearful and respectful look on their faces.

In the Dragon Cavalry Squad, Zenith was the supreme Commander, and just a level below him was the mighty Twelve Golden Guards!

The weight and prestige carried by that name was not something a normal soldier or commander could possess!

In their perspective, the fact that a Golden Guard had come visiting was no different than the arrival of a God in the barracks.

Only Jack and Achilles was able to exchange perplexed glance.

In no time, a figure appeared outside their barracks.

"Greetings, Golden Guard!"

Debut and his team immediately plopped down to the floor while kneeling.

However, Jack simply glanced at the Golden Guard as he smiled a nostalgic smile. The visitor was someone familiar. However, in order to conceal the true nature of their relationship, he joined the others in kneeling down on the floor. The Golden Guard shot a glance at Jack before guffawing with his order, "Achilles, the Commander wants to see you."