pjbooks Chapter 336 Total Magic Power Increased Ten Thousandfold! Sword Technique Instruction!
Chapter 336 Total Magic Power Increased Ten Thousandfold! Sword Technique Instruction!
Thunderclouds gathered in the area where Shenwu Academy was located, and torrential rain poured down.
Inside the academy, which was covered by a huge barrier, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. Pale golden sunlight shone down, and morning dew slid off the purple grass, glistening in the light.
Inside the professor's villa, the vital energy of life rises gently from among the flowers and plants.
Jiang Yuan opened his eyes on the recliner in the courtyard. His heterochromatic eyes were full of energy and had a kind of back-to-basics charm.
Yesterday evening, he returned to Shenwu Academy, spent time with his family, visited Mo Xixi, and finally returned to the Professor's Residence.
He didn't rush to upgrade and evolve Guan Xiaoxiao, deciding to wait until her Mechanical Overlord talent advanced before doing so.
Last night, he entered the dark space and used up the unlimited boost he had gained after advancing to the eighth-level martial artist.
This time, it's a ten-thousand-fold increase.
The increase is—
Total magic power.
The number of dragon magic cores within his body has increased from one to ten thousand!
The total magic power has been increased from 17000/17000 to 170000000/170000000!
A full 170 million!
Even a quasi-king-level mage capable of casting forbidden spells has a total magic power of no more than 100 million!
Jiang Yuan alone is equivalent to 170 quasi-king level mages!
Based on the calculation that each forbidden spell consumes 10 magic points, that's enough to cast 1700!
Enough to destroy 1700 cities and bomb a country several times over!
The Death Dragon that once ravaged the Great Xia Dynasty was utterly annihilated by Jiang Yuan, leaving not even a trace of its destructive power.
In the face of absolute destructive power, what is the army of abyssal monsters?
Even if the Abyss King can withstand 10 or 20 forbidden spell attacks, what about 100 or 200?
Even with a lot of health, it can't withstand it.
"That's the magic of numbers."
Jiang Yuan sighed.
How lonely it is to be invincible.
However, achieving the goal of a humanoid self-propelled forbidden spell cannon is not so easy.
1. First, you must learn forbidden spells.
Jiang Yuan currently has very few magical attacks, consisting mainly of a handful of high-level magic skills such as [Shadow Thunder Spear] and [Dark Dragon Breath]. He needs to learn other, stronger forbidden spells first.
2. Forbidden spells cannot be cast repeatedly in a short period of time, even if there is sufficient magic power. There is a certain skill cooldown time, so other forbidden spells need to be cast to fill the gap.
In other words, there is only one problem facing Jiang Yuan.
Learn as many forbidden spells as possible!
"It's a pity that forbidden spell skill books aren't sold online."
Jiang Yuan felt a little regretful.
While most items can be bought and sold on the Star Domain Network, there are still restrictions on high-level items, such as legendary weapons, relics, powerful exclusive skills, and forbidden spell skill books.
These are traded privately between individuals or circulated offline among various forces.
Jiang Yuan also sent a message to Yuan Ling, but has not yet replied.
"Crunch."
The recliner made a sound.
He stood up to face the rising sun, his figure tall and imposing, his hair flowing, each strand strong, black, and shiny, shining brightly.
"Since I have some free time, I should go teach those students... It's not good for a professor to not teach a day."
The boy chuckled softly, stretched, and then disappeared into the rising sun without warning.
Only the flowers and grass swayed gently.
Inside the principal's office, Nan Yue seemed to hear someone's voice, and the corners of her mouth slightly turned up.
"Finally, it's time to get to work... You're really hard to get people to do this for."
"Do whatever you want, it's up to you."
"If their Dao hearts are shattered so easily, it means they are not worthy of being students of our academy."
The person smiled upon hearing this.
"That's fine then."
……
Martial Arts Building No. 3, Sword Skills Department.
There were very few people on the open grassland in the morning.
A black-haired boy, about 1.7 meters tall, was wielding a sword in both hands and constantly chopping at the wooden stake in front of him. He was so fast that he was like a phantom, and the sword shadows were filled with countless starlight, leaving long, shiny trails of sword light.
No matter how many times he cuts the stakes, they will grow back quickly.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
He moved faster and faster, his longsword whistling and making a sharp, tearing sound, sweat beading on his forehead, and his arms growing increasingly sore.
"Clang!"
A clear, crisp sound of a sword ringing out.
His swordsmanship faltered; the two swords collided, and one of them spun and flew backward.
The boy also fell to the ground due to the impact.
One hand caught the longsword that was flying backward.
With a casual wave.
An invisible sword light swept across, cleaving the wooden stake in half. The overflowing air currents spread like ripples, flattening all the weeds on the lawn.
The boy was also hit in the face by the blast of air and couldn't help but use his hand to shield his eyes.
"Sword skills are not necessarily better the faster they are or the more combos they can execute." A calm, youthful voice rang out.
The black-haired boy looked up in astonishment.
A young man dressed in black stood in the morning sun, holding a sword in one hand. His golden-red eyes looked down at him and smiled, "Would you like me to instruct you in swordsmanship?"
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"ha……"
Two boys walked side by side on the way from the dormitory to the teaching area.
One of them was yawning, looking sleepy.
"Didn't sleep well?" his companion asked.
"I guess so. Li Luo was like he was on steroids yesterday. I don't know why he was so fierce. He beat me to a pulp in the practical class. Even when I went to sleep last night, I couldn't help but think about the crushing defeat I suffered during the day."
"Yeah, he's really improved a lot lately. He probably saw his idol get defeated and wants to become stronger."
"There's no need to take it out on me. If he's so capable, let him challenge Professor Jiang."
"Alright, stop talking. How about we go do a dungeon run this afternoon?"
"Any girls here? I'm not going if there aren't any."
"I invited a support-type girl, and she also has a mage-type friend."
"The mage class... I prefer the healing class though. Oh well, mage class it is then, let's go this afternoon!"
As the two were talking, they suddenly saw an elderly man in a black robe walking towards them, seemingly taking a morning stroll.
The two men immediately became solemn, stopped in their tracks, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Good morning, Professor Fang."
Professor Fang, who taught advanced magic courses, had a kind face. He nodded and said, "You're going to attend a martial arts class, right?"
"Yes."
"Who is the professor lecturing today?"
"It's Associate Professor Dong, who teaches dodging and defensive techniques."
"Oh, it's him. I think you should go to Martial Arts Building No. 3 today; you might get a pleasant surprise."
After saying this, Professor Fang, who was known as the "Grand Archmage," left.
The two exchanged a glance, somewhat surprised.
"Martial Arts Building No. 3? Isn't that where the swordsmanship department is located?"
"I don't think there are any swordsmanship classes today?"
Suddenly, as if they had thought of something, a look of astonishment and excitement appeared on their faces at a visible speed.
"Could it be—!"
"Is Professor Jiang back?!"
The two sprinted towards the No. 3 Martial Arts Building at top speed.
Similar situations were playing out throughout the college.
The news of Jiang Yuan's return to the academy was leaked by someone, and the school forum, which had been somewhat quiet for the past few days, suddenly exploded like a boiling oil pot in the early morning.
Boys' dormitory.
"Hey, fourth brother, get up!"
"Don't bother me, I don't have class this morning, let me sleep in..."
"Professor Jiang is back! Don't say I didn't warn you, if you miss your swordplay class this morning, you'll regret it!"
He had barely finished speaking when the person on the bed disappeared.
The boy, who had just been sleeping in, stood fully dressed at the dormitory entrance, wiping the longsword in his hand. "What are you still dawdling for? Hurry up and go! I'm not waiting for you."
"Wow, when did your talent become speed-based?"