Age of Adepts

Until now, Grimm has figured out his flaws.

Too low a physical fitness is his greatest drag. Even with powerful chip aids, he still can't play the strongest fights he can imagine.

Only 4 points agility covers his speed of reaction, movement, and flexibility in manipulation of the body. Dynamic visual capture of the chip, while giving him timely feedback on Mary Redcoat's movements, is too “stupid” for the body to translate the instructions in the mind into the necessary limb movements in a timely manner.

So many times Grimm knew the direction and angle of his opponent's attack, but hurriedly arrived in a defensive posture that always lagged behind. Often the body is swept away by the other party's sharp claws, and the sweeping flame flow arrives in a hurry, but not even the other party's corner can be captured.

So, in the big arena, only two large groups of flaming flames were seen blocking the right around Grimm, while he was still groaning. As for Mary in red, she was like a fluttering red ghost, shimmering around Grimm. Many times, the flame of terror was rubbing her slender body and moving, but still couldn't help but her swift figure.

Fortunately, Marie Red is just testing Grimm's combat ability like a game, and every attack is a shallow flesh wound. Otherwise, Grimm would have been unloaded by her, falling apart. But even so, grabbed by her sharp, dagger-like fingernails, Grimm also had paw traces and donated blood to the direct stream.

The wounds around him, though lifeless, make Grimm feel extraordinarily humiliated and angry.

A month ago, this Mary was still a junior apprentice who couldn't do much better than herself, just because the damn witchcraft contaminated the mutation, and now she can play with herself like a pet. This blazing anger was suppressed in Grimm's heart, even though he knew it was invincible, and his courage prompted him to chase the red shadow of the other side.

And in the dark, Grimm's mind is still cold and calm, silent and communicating with the chip. Since Dynamic Vision cannot capture each other, it can only be a different trick.

Grim waved his hands vigorously, his spiritual strength rapidly flowing, and the flames of terror attached to his hands grew and swelled. And at the bottom of his eyes, a strange blue dot flashed slightly, marking a chip blurry calculated cut-off point.

When Grimm perceived Mary in red appearing in front of him again, her hands were suddenly differentiated, and the roaring flame of terror instantly sealed off the route of attack on both sides, leaving less than half a metre of defense in front of her.

Mary, the red coat that was meant to flash to Grimm's left, snorted coldly, stopping to stand up, shaking a little, just millimeters away from the sweep of the flaming red stream, and instead deluded into each other's chest and stomach from that tiny central void.

Well, careless boy, should I put a mark on your face or a mark on your chest?

Mary, who had the leeway, thought a little hesitant for a while.

Suddenly, her face changed, her figure suddenly flew back at a faster pace, and her impetus could not even teach Grimm a lesson. But even so, her timely retreat did not completely escape the flames that suddenly changed the direction of the eruption.

The two left-right clamping terror flame streams crossed in front of Grimm and burst into a random splash of spark igniting Mars, creating a small sea of fire locally.

Mary in red shouted and flashed out 10 meters away, feeling a little pain in her body. At first glance, his bright red veil dress had turned into a cave, burned out of the hole at the star point by the splashing Mars, and the spring light inside was unquestionable.

“You bastard... dare to destroy my clothes...”

Red Mary's cold face was stiff, and Mori's cold eyes stared straight at Grimm, who was dancing with her hands.

It's rare to push this red Mary back, and Grimm is so excited at this moment. He finally spotted a battle flaw. When dealing with this highly sensitive assassin-type enemy, witchcraft with too much concentration of power, though more lethal, can easily be avoided by the other party. Instead, this kind of wide-ranging witchcraft can limit the other party's escape space...

In the midst of his delight, he suddenly perceived a sudden sudden death, Grimm looked up in horror, and this saw a tooth dancing claw, a runaway girl in a desperate state.

“I...”

Grimm just wanted to explain that the red shadow flashed in front of him, and Mary in red had single-handedly pressed his head against the stone wall. The fierce and fierce impact caused Grimm's limb wreckage to quake simultaneously, causing even the pain to be felt to faint in front of him.

And at the moment of his fainting, the last remaining consciousness in his mind was...

Fast speed!

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When Grimm regained consciousness again, he was already in pain everywhere. But more to his heart, he seems to be being dragged away by someone.

A cold little hand grabbed his ankle and dragged him down to the floor, dragging him all the way back to his residence. And his unprotected face has been bloodstained with rough ground friction.

Grimm didn't have the guts to struggle, after all, the previous move seemed to have provoked the uncertain Red Mary a bit. So he had to keep his eyes closed and suffer from pain coming from all parts of his body.

It's better to know it hurts than to be killed in a coma!

Stealing, Grimm also conducted a self-test, and the big red warning on the projection of the report was shocking.

Life force: 311

Well, his life limit is only 11: 00, and now his vitality has fallen to 3: 00, which is the edge of the cliff of life and death. A little less, I'm afraid he's going to be in critical condition of serious injury.

That bloody Red Mary didn't hurt him, she just used a game-like scratch to weaken his vitality to such an extent. This makes it possible to perceive the huge power gap between the two.

A moment later, Mary in Red had pushed Grimm's wooden door open and threw one of his hands into the darkness of the house. Then a cold voice sounded: "Get ready tonight, we'll continue in 17 hours! ”

It turns out Mary has already sensed her awakening.

Grimm raised her head in horror, seeing only a semi-open wooden door and a slender, full-bodied girl lined through a corridor candle fire.

Seventeen hours? Isn't that the shortest time you can recover?

Grimm opened his mouth and the wooden door was heavily closed, leaving him alone in the deep shadow.

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An hour later, Grimm finally climbed up from the ground with his strong will and lit a candle fire.

Take off the broken apprentice robe, slightly slim body full of crossed claw marks and wounds. Not deep, but unexpectedly dense.

Through the dim candlelight, he began to carefully handle his scarred body.

Basic healing ointment he must have. After all, living in a tall tower, healing ointment and antidote are two essential items.

Hold the pain, grinning the teeth and applying the ointment to the wound, from the wound came a slightly frightening itch, but after the itch, it was a refreshing cold and the rapid growth of the flesh. So Grimm slowly handled his wounds in the pain of crying and laughing for a moment.

After dealing with the injuries, Grimm was able to focus his attention elsewhere on the self-examination report.

Attributes: Power 4.01, Agility 4.04, Physique 3.02, Mental Strength 8.07

Profession Experience: 5281000

Personal Skills: Burning Hand (Cured), Flame Arrow (Curing)

Having just been brutally torn apart, he actually traded himself for a full increase in all his physical attributes, even his professional experience has been slightly improved by 12 points. Can't help but make Grimm sigh. Is this the kind of miserable life she's going to have?

Grimm lay in bed in a grieving mood and began daily and uninterrupted daily meditation.

Once again, in the spiritual space made up of countless points of light, the group of light on which Grimm's spiritual consciousness rested suddenly became a monster, drawing a hundred tentacles of spiritual filaments from his body. Under Grimm's conscious manipulation, these spiritual filaments swung on all sides, absorbing airborne fire elements much more than ten times faster than before.

The countless previous meditations, Grimm was just passively absorbing fire-element particles, how can efficiency compare to the current active attack? With such efficiency, he will complete a meditation that will be more than ten times as effective as in the past.

It's been a long day, and there's so much happening that he can't help but catch a breath at this moment. So just at the end of his meditation, he fell directly into his dreamland before he could even test his meditation.

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At dawn the next day, Grimm was again awakened by heavy knocking.

“Who?”

“Me, Tony. It's time...”

Grimm grinned, realizing that it had been six days since the last out-of-town tour, and it was time for them to visit again!

A quick glance at last night's results made him overjoyed by 8.15's spiritual strength. A night of meditation raises 0.08 points, doesn't it mean that even if he doesn't drill any witchcraft books, he can raise his spiritual strength to near the level of an advanced apprentice within three months with the most basic meditation!

Of course, there's more than one good news.

The flame arrow that's curing is almost done in an hour. By then, he will be a junior apprentice who has mastered plural witchcraft and will no longer be a freelance bully.