1282: Chapter 356 The Secret of Magic Power_2 1282: Chapter 356 The Secret of Magic Power_2 “I’ve always been curious about sothing,” Master Puskas said with a snicker, “Richard, you didn’t turn into an idiot from the impact of the ‘Washing Yin Light,’ and you even retained so Elental Power, so your mana should have been able to recover!
I was a bit baffled just now, but after hearing you talk, it suddenly dawned on .”
“What’s the problem?” Liu Zhenhan asked dumbly, his face blank.
“I get what you an, Teacher!” Master Stefano laughed heartily, “The ‘Washing Yin Light’ from the Giantesses of Buddha is a powerful dispelling spell, which ans, Richard, that your magic power was almost completely dispersed and you’re dried up, but you’re still standing here alive, not turned into an idiot due to elental chaos!
What Mage hasn’t gone through intense battles and adventures?
It’s too common for magic power to be drained!
As long as a person is alive, how could magic power be gone forever?”
“I still don’t understand what you are referring to!” Liu Zhenhan frowned in confusion, looking puzzledly at the two masters.
“Idiot!
Where does the restoration of magic co from?” Master Puskas gave the fool a clonk on the head, “ditation!
Only through ditation can you accumulate magic power!
Isn’t that how you get your Song Power too?”
“I’ve never ditated before,” Liu Zhenhan’s head hurt at the ntion of ditation.
“That’s the problem!
You, you beast, are nothing but a magic nouveau riche; you’ve got an abundance of Saint Level magic power that you don’t even use, and you don’t practice Blood Magic either,” Master Puskas grew more irate as he spoke, “When you just ntioned you’re a Saint Chiao who can’t do magic, it hit !
This little beast doesn’t know how to ditate at all!
How can you restore your magic power without ditation?
Rely on natural recovery?
My goodness!
What are you?
You’re a Saint Chiao, you little beast!
Even if you naturally recover for ten years, who knows if that would fill up your store of magic power!”
“Is it the sa with Dragon Power?” Liu Zhenhan was dumbfounded.
“Of course!
The Dragon Power you’ve inherited is probably not much less than the Blood Magic Power!
Your original Elental Power was like a huge pond; based on how you used it in the past, it was just light rainfall and sprinkling water—barely noticeable.
But now?
Now the pond is completely drained, no wonder you’re out of options!” Master Puskas pumled Liu’s head repeatedly, cursing him as if he was frustrated with his stupidity, “Idiot!
Idiot!
Idiot!
How could you gain Elental Power without effort?
Since you don’t know how to ditate, I suppose you’ll have to wait another ten years to beco a Saint Chiao again!”
The few pioneers studying Elental Power present were left speechless as they looked at this Beamon Shaman of Divine Songs.
Astonishing!
A revered dual-practitioner of magic and song who didn’t even know how to ditate to accumulate magic power.
Truly…
Liu Zhenhan was also stumped.
He had only focused on absorbing magic power and never thought that one day he would need to ditate to save it up.
As for Song Power, he had always relied on the natural talent of being born a Soul Singer to replenish it.
He had tried to patiently ditate, but just couldn’t do it.
Liu Zhenhan felt utterly ashad.
From the onset of his journey into the Donau Wasteland, his battle songs had a range of four hundred square units, one year had passed, and it was still four hundred square units with not an inch of improvent—it seed there was truly not a trace of innate elental talent in him.
Now he understood why, even after absorbing the Blood Magic Power from the Imam’s grimoire, no Blood Magic Shield had appeared—Liu Zhenhan got it— he was still the top-level Saint Chiao Great Magician.
To have a shield, of course, he would still need the “Strength Pattern Blood Magic Shield”!
“Strength Tattoo Shield” cos with the tattoos, and I’ve got a whole six of them!
Dragon tattooed on my chest, a glowing tiger on my back, two flying nude won holding peaches under my crotch, and a brilliant quote from the Chairman tattooed on each arm.
Plus, the fact it’s a Saint-Level Shield and my magic power reserve is seriously below par, it’s a bloody miracle that the “Strength Tattoo Shield” could even be activated!
“Oh my God!” Liu Shock bellowed in outraged despair, realizing that all the hard work he had done to save up for a bride was for nothing—he couldn’t even afford a sow with double eyelids!
“That’s not right!
Since I’m still Saint Chiao, then why did I almost hit the City Wall when I was swinging around the flower bed and smashing the palace gate today?” Liu Shock thought about it and still felt sothing was off.
“Idiot!
A high-level Mage’s ‘Gaze Lock’ is ant for shooting magic, not for moonlighting as a Catapult!” Master Puskas stood up and went looking for a stick.
“Richard, 150 Dragon Archers have fallen out with you, what are you going to do next?
They are the best strongbown!
With a range of up to eight hundred yards, and although their Archery skills are not as impressive as your Divine Archers, they are still Dragon people, capable of instantaneously casting a high-level spell!” Ibrahim spoke while fervently winking at Liu Shock.
He stood behind Lord Mourinho, his lips puckering forward insistently.
“Ah…
um…” Liu Shock caught on quickly, coughed twice, and pretending to clear his throat, he said with utmost respect to the Swan High Priestess: “Lord Mourinho, you must already know the intentions of Dragon City.
The Shepherd-tree People elder Cruyff was initially arranged to be with you, but now that I’ve had a falling out with the Dragon Archers, how about we make a deal and swap?
The Dragon people for you and the Shepherd-tree elder for .
After all, we’re both going to be fighting against the Demon Clan in the future, so there’s no need to split hairs.
I think the proud Dragon Archers can only be managed by soone like you!”
“Wouldn’t that an I’d be taking advantage?” Lord Mourinho’s handso face was crossed with a sly smile: “But then…
these are Elves Dragon people, they excel in Wind and Wood Elental Magic, and their killing power isn’t even on the sa level as Electric Elental or Fire Elental Magic.
If…”
“Na your terms,” Liu Shock said, not caring about anything but getting his hands on the Shepherd-tree people, as the elder had with him gallons of the “Spring of Elents,” a treasure claid to completely restore a Mage with just one drop.
He only regretted not having appreciated it back in the day!
“How about you gift those Magical Beasts captured by the Seven-Colored Dragon that can transform?” Mourinho laid down a solid bargaining chip.
“Deal!” Liu Shock knew Ibrahim would never reveal the secrets of the Mudfoot Giants to others and was happy to be generous.
To be honest, he didn’t care for those twenty-odd Phantom Beasts captured by the Seven-Colored Dragon.
He also felt a hidden guilt towards Mourinho, so he readily went with the flow.
Mourinho didn’t expect this stingy finger-sucking fellow to have such a generous day, and was a bit stunned.
He had just hoped to get about half as a token gesture.
“Richard, now that you have understood the mysteries of Elental loss, are you ready to take on the trial of the Rudd Giants?” The Great Buddha Giant chieftain Deseli asked casually, keeping an eye on Liu Shock.
“Seven special abilities, hehe…
I wonder if I have the fortune to possess them…” Liu Shock’s spirit was greatly settled, and his mood was euphoric.
He naturally agreed right away, reasoning that even if he didn’t participate in the “Baptism of Wisdom” trial of Rudd, the Buddha Giant chieftain had already pegged him as Ji Sikaibi’s Tan Lang and an expatriate Giant.
Whether he sulked or accepted, he would face the sa fate, so he might as well take it in stride.
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