Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1282 - 356 The Secret of Magic Power_2

"I’ve always been curious about something," 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 some Elemental 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 me."

"What’s the problem?" Liu Zhenhan asked dumbly, his face blank.

"I get what you mean, Teacher!" Master Stefano laughed heartily, "The ’Washing Yin Light’ from the Giantesses of Buddha is a powerful dispelling spell, which means, 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 elemental 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 come from?" Master Puskas gave the fool a clonk on the head, "Meditation! Only through meditation can you accumulate magic power! Isn’t that how you get your Song Power too?"

"I’ve never meditated before," Liu Zhenhan’s head hurt at the mention of meditation.

"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 mentioned you’re a Saint Chiao who can’t do magic, it hit me! This little beast doesn’t know how to meditate at all! How can you restore your magic power without meditation? 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 same 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 Elemental 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 pummeled Liu’s head repeatedly, cursing him as if he was frustrated with his stupidity, "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! How could you gain Elemental Power without effort? Since you don’t know how to meditate, I suppose you’ll have to wait another ten years to become a Saint Chiao again!"

The few pioneers studying Elemental 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 meditate 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 meditate 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 meditate, but just couldn’t do it.

Liu Zhenhan felt utterly ashamed. 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 improvement—it seemed there was truly not a trace of innate elemental 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" comes 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 women 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 something was off.

"Idiot! A high-level Mage’s ’Gaze Lock’ is meant 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 strongbowmen! 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 me. 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 someone like you!"

"Wouldn’t that mean I’d be taking advantage?" Lord Mourinho’s handsome face was crossed with a sly smile: "But then... these are Elves Dragon people, they excel in Wind and Wood Elemental Magic, and their killing power isn’t even on the same level as Electric Elemental or Fire Elemental Magic. If..."

"Name 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 Elements," a treasure claimed to completely restore a Mage with just one drop. He only regretted not having appreciated it back in the day!

"How about you gift me 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 Elemental 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 same fate, so he might as well take it in stride.