In the shadows, Ye Chui felt the holy light envelop him. On his iPad magic book, the remaining magic gauge began to surge, a truly refreshing boost.
The scripture chant for restoring magic didn’t simply transfer Leisha’s own magic to Ye Chui and Daibi. Instead, it rapidly increased the magical energy within their bodies. For a magic instructor like Ye Chui, this meant boosting the magic reserves in his magic book.
Among the many holy chants used by believers, the magic restoration chant was among the rarest and hardest to master. Yet, this was Leisha’s specialty, a testament to her remarkable talent.
Facing these dozen dark magic instructors, Ye Chui, combined with Valkyrie Jiji, could easily handle them. Jiji, an epic-level spirit guardian of the divine realm, had no trouble dealing with the brutal, warlike dark magic instructors in a short time. However, Ye Chui had other plans. Having unlocked all his basic spells in one go, he hadn’t had a proper chance to practice them. This was the perfect opportunity.
With Leisha’s mana-restoring chant eliminating any worries, he unleashed a barrage of spells. All forty-five spells were cast in a flurry, whether effective or not, just to test their effects.
“Jiji!”
With Daibi’s magic restored, Adult Valkyrie Jiji’s power surged. She let out a delicate shout, swinging her light sword at a magic instructor casting a lightning spell. Sensing the danger, the instructor’s face paled as he tried to form a defensive spell, but time was against him.
Just as he thought his end was near, a loud thud rang out. A sudden force struck his side, as if he’d been kicked, sending him tumbling away. This saved his life, causing Jiji’s sword strike to miss.
The fallen magic instructor, dazed on the ground, looked around in confusion. Who had saved him? Then it clicked: the silent kick could only have come from Ye Chui. But why would Ye Chui save him?
“Jiji!” The Valkyrie realised what had happened. Looking furious, she waved at Daibi, pointing angrily into the void. “He’s interfering!”
She resembled a child complaining to a parent.
Daibi shouted, “Ye Chui, are you what you called a ‘pig teammate’?”
In fact, the battle had dragged on because Ye Chui had played the ‘pig teammate’ several times, saving enemies Jiji could have killed from the shadows.
But Ye Chui had his reasons. As the saved magic instructor struggled to understand, a breeze brushed past his hair. His eyes flickered, and the next moment, blood sprayed from his throat. He collapsed with a thud.
That was Ye Chui’s [Spatial Blade].
Ye Chui’s voice followed, “The kill is mine!”
With Valkyrie Jiji’s prowess, taking down these above-average magic instructors should have been quick. The main reason for the delay was a teammate obsessed with stealing kills to practice spells.
He had no choice; summoning a punch spirit cost points, so he needed to rack up as many as possible.
Regardless, with the dynamic BGM, the fight against the dozen dark magic instructors posed little issue.
Poor Green, though, was stuck making jam sandwiches for Daibi with his blood boiling.
Perhaps out of pity, at that moment, a grim-faced swordsman, who had been lurking nearby in the shadows, suddenly attacked. Wielding his longsword, he charged, clearly identifying Leisha and Daibi as key targets to eliminate.
“Watch out!” Ye Chui’s voice rang out, but he seemed too busy to help.
Green’s face lit up. Finally, his moment to shine!
Dropping the bread and jam, he flipped through his magic book’s pages and stepped in front of Daibi and Leisha, shouting, “Leave him to me!”
Then, with a thud, before he could cast a spell, the swordsman kicked him to the ground, where he rolled twice.
A novice magic instructor, barely familiar with attack spells, stood little chance against a seasoned swordsman.
The swordsman sneered at Green, his eyes full of disdain. A rookie like him daring to stand in his way? Without hesitation, he raised his longsword to finish him off.
Ignoring his pain, Green hurriedly cast a spell: [Spatial Blade].
The swordsman deflected it with a clang. Such a spell, when anticipated, posed little threat to a swordsman. With a cold smirk, he swung his sword down.
Green panicked, scrambling to prepare another spell.
At that moment, a faint blue light appeared before the swordsman, and a fist shot out, striking him square in the face.
The fist and light vanished.
The swordsman yelped, stumbling back two steps, warily scanning his surroundings. Who hit him?
Green, equally baffled, widened his eyes. What just happened? Had he awakened a new spell?
In their shock, Green, Daibi, Leisha, and Ye Chui, who was rushing to help, saw another faint blue light appear beside the swordsman. This time, a hand holding a brick emerged, smacking his knee with a thud.
“Ow!” The swordsman cried out in pain, slashing at the light, but the brick and blue glow vanished.
Over the next few seconds, the faint blue light kept reappearing around the swordsman. Bricks, benches, kitchen knives, a barrage of everyday weapons assaulted him in a style reminiscent of Shaolin’s eighteen bronze men.
The swordsman swung wildly, unable to catch the randomly appearing light. Finally, a bench struck his forehead, and with a pained cry, he collapsed in a dishevelled heap. Ye Chui reckoned he’d fainted from frustration.
“Green, was that you? That spell had some serious flair!” Daibi said to Green, noting the faint blue light as some kind of spatial spell.
Green, still stunned, flipped through his magic book. “Was that really me? When did I awaken such a powerful spell?”
His face lit up with excitement. He was pretty impressive after all.
But an old voice soon doused his enthusiasm. “Young man, your spatial spells are rather lacklustre.”
With that, the faint blue light reappeared, larger this time, and an elderly man stepped out: Master Merlin, the spatial magic instructor. Unlike his usual gentle, wise demeanour, he was shirtless, revealing a muscular torso. His neatly groomed white hair and beard were now dishevelled, giving him a wild, unrestrained air. In his left hand, he held a brick, in his right, a bench, with a kitchen knife hanging at his waist.
Undoubtedly, the “eighteen bronze men” beatdown was Merlin’s doing.
Daibi, Green, Leisha, and Ye Chui were dumbfounded, unsure where to begin with their reactions.
“Youngsters, this is how you use spatial spells!” Merlin said coolly, tossing the brick in his hand. “After years of quiet life in this town, it’s been a while since I’ve had such a satisfying brawl.”
