They all call me Great Master-Chapter 328 - 325

With the study of "Cat Claw," Arthur had 120 XP left from the original 220.

Looking at the remaining 120 XP, Arthur made his plans—

"Wand Combat Technique" upgrade to Lv3, 80 XP.

"Noise Technique" upgrade to Lv4, 40 XP.

Perfect!

As for the "Extreme Illusory Shadow Technique," which Arthur had placed at the forefront of the second tier?

Not enough XP!

It could only be learned during the next big surge of XP.

Although the promotion of his bloodline had caused Arthur’s spirituality to soar, allowing him to learn secret techniques previously beyond his grasp, among the many techniques available, Arthur still chose "Wand Combat Technique" and "Noise Technique." Apart from not having enough XP, demanding careful calculation, and already having a foundation in both techniques, it was precisely these two techniques that were incredibly covert and convenient.

There’s no need to say much about "Noise Technique."

As a young, kind, righteous, and naive ’Spirit Medium,’ "Noise Technique" was almost becoming Arthur’s signature skill.

The sensation of carrying a BGM that could change at will was something Arthur couldn’t get enough of. Apart from "Hand of Void," no other skill could take the place of "Noise Technique" in Arthur’s heart.

"Wand Combat Technique" was even more perfectly aligned with the current world. People might be wary of someone carrying swords or firearms, but they would never pay attention to someone with a magic wand in hand.

Because more likely than not, they’d be holding one too.

However, they would never expect that a magic wand could be used like a master combatant in battle—

"Wand Combat Technique Lv3: In the middle of the Silver Age, a master alchemist known as ’Lady Abel’ created this secret technique. Initially, its sole purpose was to compensate for her lack of physical strength, ensuring her safety when going out to gather materials. But as time passed, she continuously refined the technique, resulting in its current state: Effect: Consumes some physical strength, uses the Glyphic Language ’Ga’ to cast the secret technique, imbuing the magic wand with magical power, turning it into a wand capable of combat for 1 minute."

(Note 1: The caster has and only has one "Magic Wand.")

(Note 2: A "Magic Wand" can be replaced only after it is completely broken.)

(Note 3: The "Magic Wand" cannot leave a 7-meter radius from the caster.)

(Note 4: The combat ability of Lv3 "Magic Wand" is equivalent to a combat expert.)

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"Ga!"

A soft chant, and the magic wand with a cat’s head on one side came to life. Under Arthur’s watch, it struck out, parried, and thrusted against invisible foes with dexterity and skill. Though not held by human hands, lacking the assistance of another arm and legs, its attack methods were not lacking at all.

On the contrary, precisely because it wasn’t held by human hands, the wand’s attacks became more bizarre.

Even the most experienced combatants could not predict the footwork or shoulder movements from a magic wand, thus lacking the ability to ’foresee’ beforehand.

’In an extremely short time, it could easily deal with 5 to 6 unarmed weapon bearers.

If facing an armored opponent, one could choose to prolong the fight. As long as the 1-minute duration wasn’t up or if one didn’t encounter a Mystic Side Person, victory was just as assured!’

Arthur silently assessed the speed, power, and skill exhibited by the magic wand.

He was already pleased with the performance of the magic wand.

But what if he truly encountered knights dressed like tin cans or the versatile Mystic Side Person?

Arthur was always well-prepared with firearms and explosives.

Taking the wand back into his hand and caressing the cat’s head with his palm, Arthur’s gaze shifted to the other recently upgraded secret technique—

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"Noise Technique Lv4: Though most people think it’s only good for pranks, or chasing away stray cats and dogs, Court Mage ’Xarlico’ from the Empire found it not entertaining enough. Thus, after discovering this secret technique, the court mage, who was rejected by his old friend ’Harrington’ for a card game invitation, began refining this technique in his boredom. However, most people were uninterested in the developments; Effect: Based on spirituality and expending a hint of physical strength, muttering the Glyphic Language ’Hei’ can create a loud bang or three rustling noises within an 18-meter radius of the caster."

(Note 1: The loud bang is approximately 110 decibels.)

(Note 2: The rustling noises can be the sound of wind blowing through a window, leaves rustling, or it can be footsteps, or the muted crying of men, women, or children, unclear speech, angry wails, or even the sound of ripping trousers, farting, or diarrhea.)

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Seeing the unique ’diarrhea noise’ of "Noise Technique Lv4," Arthur fist-pumped and wanted to commend the master with a ’Well done.’

Although it was not the ’Stomach Cramps Diarrhea Technique’ he desired, this type of noise was sufficient in certain respects.

Especially in specific situations.

Such as...

The platform at the "Swordsmanship Competition"!

As soon as this sound rang out, if the person on the other side had any shame, they would be mentally crushed.

Of course, they could also drop their trousers to prove their innocence.

However, to some extent, the latter would cause even more of a mental breakdown than the former.

’Hehehe, you’d better not mess with me!

Otherwise...

I’ll make you understand what "worse than death" means!’

The young ’Spirit Medium’ chuckled eerily to himself as he looked at the 100 XP points required for Lv5 [Noise Technique].

Clearly, the Lv5 [Noise Technique] had also undergone some extraordinary changes.

Arthur was full of anticipation in his heart.

’What will it be?

Will it be the sound of a shrew’s scolding?

Or the enticing moans of pleasure?’

Guessing with the personality of that ’Court Mage Xarlico’ in mind, Arthur pondered.

Meanwhile, the young ’Spirit Medium’ began to sort through the ’new home gifts’ received tonight—

Marinda, a cookbook titled "Exquisite Ingredients and Cooking".

Malz, hmm, also a cookbook, called"Simple Cooking".

Scott, a fountain pen with a water reservoir.

Wiggins, a gold-mounted handgun.

Haywood, changed from a mantel clock to a small gold bar weighing 20 grams.

Linda’s gift was the most interesting and extremely exquisite, an orange-colored little cat doll, palm-sized. Winding the tail would coil the spring, and once fully wound, the little cat could walk back and forth on the ground with steady steps and a realistic demeanor, just like a real kitten.

It was clearly the work of a master.

Apart from Marinda and Malz, the gifts from everyone else seemed to match their own identities.

Wiggins’s background led him to have a natural fondness for weapons, and if he had the money, he would naturally adorn them.

Haywood valued money highly, and after failing to attach himself to elegance, he had nothing left but his love for gold.

Linda had Ms. Camille, and naturally, she followed the path of striving for excellence.

All in all, everyone had put their hearts into their gifts.

As for Marinda and Malz?

The former, after giving away a [Glory Potion (Perfect)], [Black Cat Boots], and [Cat Claw], simply couldn’t afford to prepare precious gifts, even though these were all promised rewards.

It was just human nature, nothing else.

And Malz?

There was a good chance he thought that Arthur lacked nothing, except maybe a bit in the cooking department.

Or maybe, the old sheriff was afraid he’d go hungry.

Moreover, it seemed that he was concerned Arthur would be discouraged by complex cooking processes and had specifically chosen a simple type.

With this in mind, Arthur chuckled to himself.

’My cooking skills... when I get serious, it’ll give you a fright!’

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Thinking this, Arthur started to wind the tail of the orange cat doll in his hand again, watching the toy run another lap before shifting his gaze to the last gift.

Brought by Police Chief Kuke from Dort District, he remembered it was also a book.

’It’s not another cookbook, is it?’

Arthur wondered to himself and then picked up the book, only to be taken aback—

Huh?