Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 960 - 229: Saint Chiao’s Perilous Adventure_2

"Damn! Did any of our people get hurt?" Liu Zhenhan suddenly remembered to ask urgently.

"Me!" Master Puskas pointed at his own belly: "This old thing almost got hit by some brute. Those little beasts flipped the table and went at it, nearly scared me half to death! I’ve never seen anything like this before! luckily, I’m not too old yet, and my magic is still released quickly, otherwise, it really would have been over."

Sweat "swooshed" down the faces of Liu Zhenhan and Helen, having almost lost Master Puskas to a few Beamon thugs. It wasn’t just about whether it would escalate to a national dispute, but the lifetime of brilliance would also have been wasted.

"I’ve avenged the master!" Marion said proudly, "I captured these kids with my brothers, and we were about to break their fingers one by one, to teach them a lesson they’d never forget."

"Let me do it!" O’Neal stood up quickly, "I’ll go find a hammer!"

"See if they’ll tell us who sent them." A hippo poet added.

The thugs immediately passed out two by two, and Master Puskas’s eyes skewed as he watched a group of malicious scholars take them away.

"Joan of Arc..." Liu Zhenhan quickly called out to the young nun: "...come over and see your father."

The young nun hesitated and moved forward a few steps reluctantly, her eyes wandering everywhere, just avoiding looking at Saint Chiao, which was quite embarrassing for old Puskas.

On the contrary, the unrelated various characters from Feilengcui were very enthusiastic, nodding and bowing around Master Puskas, especially Master Otigha and the elven mage Tang Ning, who were almost obsequiously warm.

Helen’s four Biao people warriors were a bit confused, and Qian Qian also didn’t know what to make of this disheveled old man, pondering why several high-nosed magicians were fawning over him so obsequiously.

Could he be a great magician? Qian Qian examined the shabby-looking old man intensely, feeling there was something extraordinary about him that she couldn’t quite name.

"Master, are you here this time to..." Liu Zhenhan asked tentatively.

"I came with Ibrahim and his wife, although separately, they don’t know I followed; I was also entangled in some matters that required a visit to the Bimon Kingdom, and also to check in on Joan, whom I haven’t seen for a few months. I missed her," Master Puskas affectionately stroked Joan’s chestnut wavy long hair, his eyes drifting to the "Watcher’s Horn" and "Death Lord’s Shield" hanging on her waist, a faint smile brushing his lips: "I didn’t expect you to keep your word, Richard."

"Old scoundrel! I have always been trustworthy!" Liu was infuriated. To be honest, Old Liu had never really taken advantage for himself; he was never stingy with his own people.

"Enough, enough." Master Puskas rolled his eyes at him, "If it weren’t for the famous Olympic Festival of the Beamon Kingdom, my wife, Ibrahim, and I really wouldn’t know how to find you. You must have scooped up quite a few goodies underground this time, right? Don’t try to fool me. The moment I walked in, I saw Otigha’s crystal wand. If it weren’t for you, I might have been tempted to snatch it."

Otigha pinched his crystal wand and looked helplessly at the two six-winged flame demons and Flame Emperor magic crystals embedded at the top of the wand.

"Otigha, I’ve known your mentor Stefano for a long time. We all study fire magic, so let me give you a piece of advice. Fire-based spells are fierce and powerful, but they also consume a lot of mana. Having two top-notch fire elemental magic crystals can greatly enhance your power, no doubt. But just having an increase in mana is not enough. Even if you were given five gallons of ’Spring of Elements,’ you couldn’t cast higher-level magic without the requisite skill. The higher the mage’s level, the bigger the difference. I hope you don’t lose your way in the misconception of gearing up. Look at that young girl..." Master Puskas pointed at Moer, "I haven’t seen her for a while, and her elemental fluctuation has become even more refined. Real strength only comes from hard and continuous self-practice."

"Master..." Liu burst into laughter, "Moer’s strength didn’t come from training. She gained it by consuming ’Bi Xue Dan Qing,’ the ’Bi Xue Dan Qing’ from the Evil-eye Tyrant."

Master Puskas looked as if a thug had seized his throat, his eyes bulging out, possibly baffled by how anyone could have defeated the legendary Evil-eye Tyrant so comprehensively that it produced the ’Bi Xue Dan Qing.’

"That’s not all." Liu continued to tease Master Puskas, "I’m also a Saint Chiao mage now, at the same level as you, old man. And I’ve never meditated for a second, which shows that painstakingly cultivating one’s own strength isn’t necessarily the best way."

After hearing this, Master Puskas’s eyeballs resembled those of a lionhead goldfish.

"Old scoundrel, why don’t you just not go back to the Holy Vatican? Just stick with me, how about that?" Liu embraced the old man’s shoulder affectionately and said proudly.

Master Puskas shaped two fingers into an arc, conjuring a balloon in the air, and pointed at it to Liu, "You infuse some mana into this, not much, just a bit. I want to see if you really are Saint Chiao or just full of hot air."

"I’m sorry, I really don’t know how to release mana," said Liu, almost knocking Master Puskas off his feet with his words.

"A Saint Chiao who can’t release mana?" Master Puskas looked at the grinning Piegel, shook his head, grabbed Liu’s wrist, took out an antique red clay seal box from his robe, dipped his little finger in some orange-red spice from the box, and drew a hexagram filled with complex magical symbols on Liu’s wrist. As each magic symbol was completed, every symbol in the entire hexagram brewed wave after wave of blood-colored halos, flashing violently several times before the hexagram shattered as if it had never existed.

"Blood magic!" Master Puskas’s expression completely changed.

"Due to some coincidences, I learned blood magic!" Liu made an eagle claw gesture, "Blood magic relies on drawing mana from blood. Taking the shortcut, the first three times I drew blood were from the most promising sources—I accumulated a whole lot of blood magic power from five super-level warcrafts and many high-level warcrafts, two of which were progressive types of super-level warcraft. Finally, with one bizarre rite that escalated me a level, I was made a Saint Chiao. Embarrassing as it is, if you really insist that I demonstrate, I can only bite my tongue and spit a blood arrow."