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156: Chapter 156 The Bipeds Are Crazy Again 156: Chapter 156 The Bipeds Are Crazy Again Zhao Guang controlled his Mage’s Hands and threw a punch at the rock beside him, shattering it instantly.

“What a great strength, I finally have combat power now,” Zhao Guang attacked his surroundings with punch after punch.

The Mage’s Hands were very flexible, and the more he used them, the more agile they became.

Gradually, Zhao Guang felt that these two hands were just like his own palms.

At the entrance, the Hard-haired Pig peeked in cautiously, trembling with each glance it took.

This bipedal creature has gone mad, it’s trying to tear down its own home.

The Hard-haired Pig felt indignant, but didn’t dare to step inside.

Even a fool would know that it couldn’t withstand that kind of power.

“Not bad at all, the power is truly strong.

Although it can’t compare to me fighting with Combat Energy, it’s definitely not weak.

If I encounter other warriors, I should be able to fight with a certain level of power,” he mused.

Zhao Guang was very satisfied, and upon sensing it, he found the energy consumption wasn’t too great.

Unfortunately, even though the energy use was small, he was still just an apprentice.

If he went all out like this, he would drain all of his Magic Power in at most two hours.

This was still in this world; he wasn’t sure what would happen on Earth.

After all, he was just a beginner and didn’t understand many things very well.

He didn’t know whether the Spell’s release would involve surrounding Magic Elements.

However, it probably didn’t, because this wasn’t be any Element-based Spell.

“Forget it, I’ll just test it for now,” Zhao Guang said as he took out various tools to start measuring.

His Mage’s Hands, limited to two, could only be conjured as a pair, no more, no less.

This was a drawback of the trick-type Spell; sometimes, there wasn’t much variety.

Measuring with a ruler, Zhao Guang found that his Mage’s Hands were roughly 1.3 meters—very similar to his own palms but without lines, as if they were a single entity.

Yet, after gaining control over their flexibility, they seemed to handle objects just like his own hands.

“What’s going on?

They can even shrink?” Suddenly, Zhao Guang noticed something odd about his Mage’s Hands.

Although he had improved the Spell by calculating some mathematical model, Zhao Guang only knew the model was more perfect, but he was unclear about its specific abilities.

Because the core of the magic wasn’t something he had constructed; it was an original Spell.

All of this had to be verified by him alone.

Zhao Guang tried to shrink them, and the Mage’s Hands continually decreased in size until they were slightly smaller than his own palms.

“That’s the limit; this is the smallest it gets.”

“But the palm can fly out, making it even more flexible, hmm, there’s a limit indeed,” he noted.

Zhao Guang discovered there was indeed a limit to how far his Mage’s Hands could travel from him and measured it to be about thirty meters.

“If it were a regular Mage’s Hands, the maximum range is usually around ten meters.

It seems mine are much more capable.”

Zhao Guang nodded in satisfaction.

The difference between ten and thirty meters might appear to be just an extra twenty meters, but in reality, it was a threefold increase in distance, and the possibilities that opened up were significantly greater.

Since the Mage’s Hands were as dexterous as his own, it meant they could do anything his own hands could.

Next, Zhao Guang began to measure the strength of the Mage’s Hands, finding that whether it was pushing or gripping, the force exerted was consistent.

It was different from that of a real human since the hands were composed of a Spell.

“Five hundred kilograms, that’s a strong force,” Zhao Guang gasped after the measurement.

You see, according to the original Spell description, a Mage’s Hands were supposed to be weaker than an ordinary person’s.

And in the Otherworld, an average person’s strength usually exceeded a hundred kilograms, with some reaching two hundred.

This kind of strength was much greater than that of people on Earth, but it was far less than a warrior’s.

Yet, the power he was facing now, although far from matching his own Junior Warrior strength, would still be considered above average among the soldiers in the army.

The key was that these were Mage’s Hands, capable of enlarging or shrinking and subtly altering their shape.

If a fight really broke out, without substantial skill, one might not even see his Mage’s Hands, giving him a huge advantage.

Merely with this Spell, some of the weaker Junior Warriors might not be a match for him.

Suddenly, Zhao Guang had a moment of inspiration and began to practice boxing on the spot.

However, this was not the combat technique of this world, but the martial arts of Earth.

Those martial arts maneuvers, which seemed like mere performances when executed ordinarily, were completely transformed when performed with the Mage’s Hands.

The varied movements, even including changes in size, were far beyond what humans could achieve.

The air around him exploded with sounds following the dance of the Mage’s Hands, exuding a formidable presence.

Each time he targeted the surrounding rocks, he created a much more concentrated force of destruction.

Zhao Guang remembered learning how, given the same force, the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure.

The Mage’s Hands, unafraid of pain, could focus a point strike with more destructive power than a slap could cause.

Outside, the Hard-haired Pig that had just approached, let out a shriek and turned to run.

Oh no, the bipedal creature has gone mad again, the pig thought as it wept at the louder bursting noise it heard.

Zhao Guang, however, disregarded these occurrences; his boxing felt extremely smooth this time.

With a final push forward, the Mage’s Hands took on the form of palms, striking the stone in front forcefully.

The immense power left a faint trace on the surface of the stone.

“Ha ha, the Buddha’s Palm!

When I go back, I could even pretend to be a Qi Gong Master,” Zhao Guang laughed, pleased with the mark he had made.

This power would become legendary on Earth.

Most importantly, even if he was the one executing it, others would only perceive it as the work of a true martial arts expert.

They would never consider magic as a possible explanation, and this technique could definitely become a go-to tactic for causing disturbances abroad.

After he had thoroughly mastered the Mage’s Hands, Zhao Guang stopped.

Of course, it was due to his complete mastery, and it had nothing to do with the depletion of his Magic Power.

“Now that the Spell aspect is finished, it’s time to look at Battle Skill issues,” he decided.

Before leaving last time, Yars had shown him many standard Battle Skills.

However, Zhao Guang had only chosen five; after all, learning too many standard Battle Skills wasn’t necessarily advantageous.

Mastering a few to perfection would yield a stronger effect.