Chapter 88 - 88 85 Psychic Bullet_1

88: Chapter 85 Psychic Bullet_1 88: Chapter 85 Psychic Bullet_1 The Gnolls of the Blackwell Tribe were equally curious about this group of their kin with wings, many of them had only heard of their existence but had never seen them before. Yet that was all; there wasn’t much jealousy born out of envy. They were the Gnolls of the Blackwell Tribe, not only did they have ample food, they also had their own Dragon Seeking Meditation. Just a pair of leathery wings wasn’t enough to incite their jealousy. Instead, they directed more words of praise toward Gaven. The Leader is the Leader, as long as he took action, success was certain. After merely a stroll, he brought back a group of flying gnolls. Sёarch* The ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. As for these Erde, they were only temporarily reassigned to practice here for some time. This precondition was ignored by most of the gnolls. As long as they had lived in the Blackwell Tribe, could they really reject the way of life here? By then, they would surely be begging to join the Blackwell Tribe. Even if they were from the maternal Eagle Cliff Burrow of the Blackwell Tribe. “Captain Bark, I wonder if you’d be interested in sparring a bit?” As expected, Cangya, brimming with the desire to fight, couldn’t resist challenging Erde leader Bark, fully aware that the opponent could fly, a fight with no chance of victory. Bark couldn’t help but glance at Gaven, after all, this was on someone else’s turf. Gaven raised his mug with a smile, “A friendly spar, to determine the winner, not life or death, Captain Bark just needs to be mindful of the extent.” With the leader speaking to this extent, Bark drained his mug of barley beer, flapped his leathery wings, floating up and laughing loudly. “Alright, I shall witness Captain Cangya’s combat prowess.” Once they entered the battlefield, Captain Bark landed on his claws but did not take to the sky, instead he grasped a dagger in both hands and said, “My wings are also part of my combat strength. I won’t fly high, but that does not mean I won’t use them, be careful.” Cangya nodded, “That’s how it should be, having the Captain match my steps is already unfair, if I were to restrict your wings as well, it would be no different than if I were tying my own legs, please.” “Kill!” Captain Bark didn’t hold back, his claws kicked off the ground and his leathery wings flapped to provide additional thrust. This half-run, half-flight mode gave him astonishing speed. “Good,” Cangya uttered a low shout, also crouching low, charging towards Captain Bark. As Cangya sprinted at high speed, strands of mist began to gather around his body. At first, the audience thought it was an illusion. By the time he clashed with Captain Bark, his face was barely visible, enveloped in a thin layer of fog around his body. Both sides were fighting with a fast-paced strategy. But their approaches were different. The leathery wings behind Captain Bark allowed him to change directions far more nimbly than most, and as they briefly passed each other, he flapped his wings several times to halt the forward momentum. With a push and a twist of his claws, he spun and launched a torrential attack on Cangya from the side. The mist around Cangya grew denser and denser until his figure was no longer visible, only his twin daggers occasionally stabbing or slashing out from the fog, tricky and unpredictable. It was fortunate that Captain Bark’s leathery wings flapped quickly, stirring up a wind that weakened the density and spread of the mist, or else once engulfed in the fog, unable to see his hand before his face, he would have been at Cangya’s mercy. This was the Concealing Mist Technique that Cangya had gained from the Dragon Seeking Ritual Ceremony. After ten days of practice, he had integrated this spell-like ability into his combat, significantly boosting his battle prowess. No wonder he was still full of fighting spirit against a unique opponent like Captain Bark—he was looking for a test subject. If Captain Bark hadn’t happened to be there, Gaven believed Cangya would definitely have challenged him tonight. After a dozen or so exchanges between them, Gaven stood up and took the initiative to call a halt, “Gentlemen captains, that’s enough. Let the excitement aid the spirit. This battle we’ll consider a draw. Why don’t we move to another battlefield and let the drinks decide the victor?” “Good!” Cangya and Bark exclaimed in unison. The former gathered his Concealing Mist Technique, while the latter folded his wings and landed. Clearly, they both knew that continuing the fight was pointless. Captain Bark couldn’t dispel Cangya’s concealing mist to find his true body. On foot, Cangya couldn’t catch up with Bark, who was assisted by his wings. The two, having clashed, obviously had a bit of mutual admiration, walking shoulder to shoulder to where Gaven was, the mugs of beer flowed one after another. Surprisingly, they really did divert the battle to another field, ending in a draw. By the end of it, both were staggering drunk, embracing each other in conversation, getting along as if they were old friends of many years. This was one of the greatest charms of alcohol. The next day, when Gaven began special training for Erde’s men, Bark was still suffering from a hangover headache and had to rest another day. Because the special training provided by Gaven was about their focused awareness—using hypnotic suggestion to induce a state of hypnosis, so they could consolidate their psychic consciousness as much as possible. Gaven didn’t need their psyches to become as powerful as a Psychic Sorcerer, merely needing them to be sufficiently focused. Like a key or a spark, they would ignite the psychic powers within the Psychic Stones and release them. They didn’t need to understand the principles behind it, just how to do it. For this group of battle-hardened warriors, under Gaven’s hypnotic suggestion, accomplishing this was not difficult. You wouldn’t even need ten days, let alone three. Gaven put forward a thirty-day schedule partly because he needed time to accumulate Psychic Stones, but also because he saw value in Erde’s aerial scouting ability. With a free month’s use, a fool wouldn’t take advantage. Gaven wasn’t polite with them; after completing preliminary training, he had Xize take his squad to go perform scouting missions right away. The straightforward Erde men didn’t overthink it, taking it as part of the special training. In addition, Gaven further explored and optimized Psychic Blast. Unlike other psychic abilities, this was one he had discovered himself. He could use it even before he became a Psychic Sorcerer, although the backlash was significant. Now equipped with a wealth of psychic knowledge, he realized how rough this ability was—blasting his psychic power into the opponent’s brain, using intense pain to disrupt them. As he faced increasingly powerful enemies, the effectiveness of this move became more and more limited, and it varied from person to person. Those who hadn’t undergone specialized consciousness training and had lower intelligence were far less resistant. Half-Ogres were a classic example. You could hack at them three to five times with a blade, and they’d react as if it were nothing. But a single Psychic Blast from Gaven could make them kneel, struggling to recover for a while. On the other hand, Vick, who looked thin and weak, had high resistance to this move. After taking a hit, he’d only be in pain for a short while, then he’d be up as if nothing had happened. Gaven was now further twisting and weaving Psychic Blast. He was extracting psychic power as threads, winding them round and round like a ball of wool. But these threads weren’t singular, they were multiple, entwined together, a ball of psychic wool covered in a net. He was not just winding them, but also continuously compressing them. When the Psychic Blast took its new form, Gaven could vaguely sense its shape—a bullet—a Psychic Bullet. Zhang You’s influence truly was everywhere. Whenever he thought of penetration and long-range shooting, firearms often came to mind first. Now, even playing with psychic powers had taken on a firearm twist.