Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 159 - 97: The Old Friend We Reunited After A Long Time, ’Eternal’ Proficiency Level_3

Chapter 159: Chapter 97: The Old Friend We Reunited After A Long Time, ’Eternal’ Proficiency Level_3

The pain from the abdominal wound made him pause inexplicably.

He lowered his head, looked at the wound on his abdomen, and unconsciously recalled the conversations he had with Benny before—

-"As long as you defeat one of them, all problems will be solved easily."

-"Is it possible?"

Is it possible?

This time, it seemed there was already an answer.

"When I first fought against Lola, I had just reached Level 1, had not formed any Seals, and did not even learn a single First Rank Magic. I was more than twenty times weaker than now... yet I still had the courage to fight with all my might, why am I now starting to doubt and feel fear?"

"[Ascetic Body Refinement] breaking through to Master Level, practicing the thirteen postures no longer increases Proficiency Level, daily lacking the whip of pain, has my will also degraded?"

"From entering the Magic Ring till now, all sorts of hesitations, worries, concerns... looking before and after, fearing the head and tail!"

"So I..."

Ronan gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, faced the hurricane blowing towards him, squinted his eyes, and asked himself word by word.

"What exactly am I afraid of?!"

In that moment, his eyes erupted with an unprecedented dazzling brilliance.

At this moment, Ronan felt that the inadvertent dust on his soul was once again completely washed away.

His entire being shone brightly like a freshly cleaned mirror.

He breathed in softly, the silhouette holding the sword soared into the sky, rising straight up, until he reached a position above the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King.

In his deep blue eyes, the distorted, raging figure of the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King was reflected, his low whispers dispersed by the wind.

"Just..."

"Just a few stronger Level 2s."

After saying this, countless mysterious energies surged out of Ronan, instantly weaving together into a formidable and terrifying Power of Magic Domain.

Hundreds of pure black particles gathered and distorted the light shed from the valley top, like a black torrent pouring down from the sky, vast and unbridled...

Under this terrifying torrent, a figure holding a sword ran on the waves, falling like a shooting star.

Wherever he passed, a trail of ghostly blue fire stretched from the sky down to the valley, penetrating the hurricane and even the huge form of the bee within it, and finally with a loud boom, disappeared into the towering dust waves...

Moments later, Ronan, holding his longsword, walked out from the smoky haze calmly, his wide silver robe billowing slightly.

Behind him, lay the bisected corpse of the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King that had fallen from mid-air, along with the rapidly dispersing tornado.

Ronan extinguished the Flame of Break Magic burning on his longsword, and the Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel fused into his body like water.

Exiting the state of [Pure Body], the white Light Ball inside his body had shrunk by about half.

However, the wound on his left abdomen had also healed quite a bit, not looking as shocking as before, and it had even started to scab over.

"Idiot."

Ronan quietly cursed himself, then gently pressed on the wound, the sharp pain caused the corner of his eyes to twitch slightly, yet he felt thoroughly revitalized, akin to the feeling of reuniting with an old friend after a long separation.

He had almost forgotten.

What had accompanied him through countless days and nights, besides loneliness, was this deep-seated pain.

"Pain is like the wind, always by my side."

He chuckled at himself, and at this moment, Ronan felt an indescribable sense of relief and ease, as if returning to the time when he had just broken from the old shell and been reborn.

Perhaps this is what is called... enlightenment.

Ronan turned and walked back, starting to gather the body of the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King.

For him now, a Second-tier Magical Beast was a treasure trove, and he estimated he would need to make a couple of trips to carry back the entire corpse.

While collecting the body of the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King, Ronan habitually opened his character panel to check.

He felt that after understanding the answer to the previous question, his spiritual power seemed to have increased a bit. Opening the character panel, indeed—

The progress that was originally [Level 1 Official Wizard (39%)] had now become 45%, a whole increase of 6%.

"That’s worth how many bottles of Mental Power Enhancement Potion.."

Ronan couldn’t help but exclaim, the source of the growth in spiritual power was the growth of soul power, with his current soul power strength, he reckoned it was sufficient to refine a second [Silverization] Seal.

Once the [Silverization] Seal was successfully refined, his strength would receive another boost.

While in high spirits, Ronan’s gaze unintentionally swept over the content at the bottom of the panel.

"Clatter—"

The leg of the Green Thorn Hurricane Bee King that he was holding fell to the ground, and Ronan froze in place.

He thought his eyes were deceiving him, and after repeatedly confirming several times, he finally was sure he was not mistaken.

Then, an excitement and joy far surpassing before sprang from Ronan’s eyes.

In the skills section, the "unchanged for ten thousand years" Proficiency Level (Master 1/1600) of [Ascetic Body Refinement] had now become (Master 5/1600).

It had inexplicably increased by four points?!

"How did it increase? Why?"

After the surprise, Ronan immediately fell into thought.

He almost subconsciously turned his gaze to the wound on his left abdomen.

"Could it be because... of the injury?!"