Chapter 680: Chapter 225 New King of Orlan_2
But this feeling is difficult to describe to others. After pondering for a mont, he reluctantly organized so words to say, “When you reach this realm, you can clearly feel the cognitive difference that cos with the elevation of life levels. Of course, in biological terms, it could be described as unlocking certain gene chains, sothing like Bloodline Reversion, and so on. I don’t quite understand these things. It’s what I heard when I used to chat with that old codger, rlin.”
“…”
Leonard Churchill listened thoughtfully.
He didn’t understand, but he caught a few key terms.
He rembered his first-tier fused Beast Walker Profession Card, which Master rlin said was a minor experint in his Bloodline Reversion trials, didn’t he?
Such matters seed rather abstract, and Barre Shepherd knew Leonard, at his current tier, definitely couldn’t grasp them.
And he also knew that Leonard’s previous question was about its effect on combat power.
Thinking of this, the Old Man’s expression hinted at a smile, “However, there’s another quite impressive function. Do you want to give it a try?”
Seeing the mischievous look on this wretched old man’s face, Leonard knew the guy definitely wasn’t harboring good intentions and was probably thinking of playing so prank again.
But his curiosity was indeed overwhelming, and he nodded earnestly, “Hmm!”
Hearing his response, the Old Man raised an eyebrow, “Alright, get ready to defend yourself, and I’ll show you what I an.”
Leonard didn’t dare to be careless and transford into his Werewolf form, with Curse Seals instantly condensing all over his body and his skin taking on a bronze tallic luster.
He entered his strongest defensive state.
The Old Man, seeing him prepared, slightly narrowed his eyes and instantly appeared in front of Leonard.
Leonard imdiately felt the sensation of “Divine Power” bearing down on him.
But it was extrely condensed, the oppressive force quite light.
Then, the Old Man extended a finger and flicked it.
With a “ping”, Leonard felt his forehead boom and explode, and he was sent flying backward.
It felt as though his soul had been beaten out of his body.
From the mont he was sent flying to the mont he landed, Leonard distinctly felt as though his soul had left his body, losing control of it.
His thoughts could still move, but his body had completely lost control.
What was going on?
This was an experience Leonard had never had before.
That feeling… it was like he was a knight in full armor painted on a canvas, ready for defense, bracing for an attack.
But then, a finger from outside the painting simply poked through the canvas!
The Tyrant Body and Curse were like a thin layer of paint, instantly shattered.
This was by no ans an attack from the sa dinsion!
Was this “Divine Power”?
So strong!
Absolutely outrageous.
Leonard was imrsed in this state of having his eyes opened wide.
This mont seed to stretch countless tis longer, yet it also felt like it passed in the blink of an eye.
The soul returned to the body, and a sharp pain hit his forehead!
That pain was like being beaten when you’re a child, a soul-wrenching kind of pain.
Even with Leonard’s current tolerance for pain, he couldn’t help but inhale sharply, “Hiss…”
He clutched his forehead and could clearly feel a large bump sprouting like a bamboo shoot.
Round and getting bigger.
Leonard, glancing at the schadenfreude-laden expression of that wretched Old Man across from him, thought cynically: This guy definitely wasn’t well-intentioned.
The Old Man, watching with a chuckle, was very satisfied seeing the man who had learned in just over a month what he had taken half a lifeti to acquire in such disarray.
But, laughter aside, he didn’t forget to remind him, “Rember the feeling you just had.”
“…”
Leonard winced with pain at his temple, but the pain etched the mory even deeper.
In a flash, he understood what the Old Man wanted him to rember.
The feeling of “Soul Out of Body” from just now, it was as if he had been taken to another dinsion for a tour.
At least in that mont, he felt the concept of “beyond the painting”!
This was an angle he had never seen before.
Like a lighthouse shining over a pitch-dark sea, a light flickered on!
Though the beam of light was still very, very distant, as long as he sailed into that sea area, and didn’t forget the feeling, he would be able to see the lighthouse.
The Air Skill Grandmaster had shown him a clear path to the pinnacle of Martial Arts.
“So that’s how it is!”
Leonard took a deep breath, knowing full well that the Old Man had given him a gift many top-level card masters would envy.
He composed his facial expression, bowed with a fist and palm salute, and said respectfully, “Thank you for the guidance, senior.”
The Old Man, however, shook his head, his face unconcerned, “Right now, your tier is too low, and I can’t tell you more. Think it over well. Once you ‘comprehend’ your own ‘Intention’, you’ll understand why you had to endure this blow today.”
As he spoke, he couldn’t resist gleefully adding, “Ah, that bump on your forehead seems a bit big, do you want to apply so Potion?”
“…”
Hearing this, although Leonard knew he had benefited, he couldn’t help but feel a bit dismayed.
The burning pain on his forehead was still fernting, and he sucked in another breath of cold air to suppress it.
He was sure the Old Man could have taught him the concept through other ans but deliberately chose the most inhumane thod.
The expression on the Old Man seed to say: You can’t escape the hardships I’ve endured.
Having been beaten up, Leonard felt he needed to learn so more things.
Returning to the topic, he asked directly, “Senior, how can one comprehend one’s own ‘Intention’?”
Hearing the question, the Old Man casually repeated a word he had said many tis before, “Realization.”
“…”
Leonard rolled his eyes.
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