The Master of Brewing kept swinging his fists in the air with great force, the power so imnse that it caused sonic booms.
The hearts of the nearby dwarves thumped wildly.
However, the dwarves were not fools, and instantly understood that this transformation ca from the blessing. Those yet to receive the blessing couldn’t help but beco more excited.
Lurik couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped forward to pinch the Master of Brewing on his body.
"The bones aren’t broken, is this because of the blessing?"
Although they had received the blessing, they didn’t deeply feel the specific changes it brought.
The Master of Brewing nodded: "Although it hasn’t restored my forr strength, the feeling of decline has disappeared. The sense of life’s passing is still there, but at least I won’t grind my old bones to pieces from overexertion."
He then let out a hearty laugh: "Sergio, co out! Let’s have a fight!"
"Uh..." Sergio froze on the spot, unsure if he should actually fight him.
Seeing his hesitation, the Master of Brewing wasn’t pleased and shouted at him: "What are you standing there for? Do you think you can kill ?"
Maybe, Sergio thought silently to himself.
The Master of Brewing had been too old, only having the stamina to brew beer and such.
Combat had long faded with his growing age.
The last ti he fought the Master of Brewing was when Sergio was still young.
"Has his body recovered, and his temper too?" Getai whispered behind Kana.
Kana glanced over and said, "Go on, experience the blessing."
"Was that so? Since you said so." Sergio nodded, apparently, there were so enhancents from the blessing that he didn’t know about.
After all, the Master of Brewing was now lively and jumping around, whereas before, two punches would have definitely broken his arm bones.
He walked out barehanded, and the two moved to a distant spot.
"Alright, stop watching, it’s your turn now."
Kana began giving blessings one by one, occasionally glancing at the battle happening behind.
By the ti all the dwarves were blessed, it was almost dawn.
Kana looked at his own blood volu.
Sure enough, blessing nearly a thousand dwarves had directly reduced his blood volu to less than half.
Moreover, the process of giving blessings was too troubleso.
The battle between the Master of Brewing and Sergio had long ended, and they were sitting aside, chatting.
If anyone felt the blessing most clearly, it was undoubtedly the Master of Brewing.
Though he could still feel the passage of life, all the issues brought on by old age were completely wiped away, as if he had been reborn.
The immobility, fragility, and even the weakness of old age were gone.
Gone, too, were various spirits of lethargy and poor sleep; it all seed to just vanish.
He only felt refreshed, with the most obvious sensation now being the natural passage of ti.
This ant that the blessing couldn’t stop one from moving towards death.
"Heading towards death in a perfect state, huh?"
The Master of Brewing murmured to himself.
"Perhaps, this is the greatest rcy."
For warriors like them, being able to face death in a perfect condition was truly excellent.
Kana clapped his hands at this mont.
"Alright, you’re all blessed now, Bobo!"
"Coming!" Bobo put down the recorded book in his hand and imdiately jumped down from the side.
Standing in front of the dwarves.
"Ahem, so first, silently chant—Personal Attributes."
"Slash others, luckily?"
"It’s—Per-son-al-Attributes!
Understand now, you idiot!"
The dwarf who mispronounced nodded, as this new term was indeed a bit awkward.
As everyone silently chanted Personal Attributes, an attribute panel appeared before them.
"Oh oh oh! Is this magic?"
"No, but it looks like it!" Lurik observed and said.
"Alright, now let explain, this is the manifestation of the blessing."
Bobo was full of pride, having witnessed and recorded the birth of the Night Watcher; he had the qualification.
He began introducing the attribute manifestation to the dwarves.
After Bobo’s explanation was complete.
The dwarves were in shock, with so like Sergio directly hitting their arm hard.
Showing no restraint, he aid to break his own arm.
The surrounding people flinched at the sight.
Following a bang.
Sergio looked at his arm, where there was indeed a mark from his strike, but surprisingly it was just a little.
"I can feel the pain, hissing~ overdid it."
Then he checked his blood volu; indeed, so had been deducted.
"Advantages and disadvantages, huh?" Lurik mumbled to himself.
Unlike Sergio, he kept hitting his hand, each ti harder than before.
He only stopped after hearing so thumps.
It was evident his blood volu started to decrease.
Then a dagger appeared in his hand, and he began to cut his own arm.
Marks appeared now.
"Hmm?"
"More afraid of cuts than blunts, huh? Sure, inflicting actual damage does deduct blood volu.
Should be wary of enemies’ fine but dense attacks?"
Lurik roughly figured it out.
"I wasn’t finished!" Bobo shouted loudly.
At these words, several dwarves imdiately shut their mouths and silently turned around.
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