Chapter 152: Tyrant, Mana Replenishment, Authentication
The Mutated Giant let out a piercing shriek from the heart-rending pain.
It frantically reached for Lance’s head with both hands, wanting to tear the hateful little pest before it to shreds.
However, empowered by his Dragon Form, Lance’s combat awareness was honed to a razor’s edge.
The instant the monster’s hands clamped shut—
Lance, gripping the sharp rib he had just torn out, mercilessly stabbed it back into the palm of the Giant’s right hand, piercing straight through the massive appendage.
Immediately after, Lance dropped low.
A powerful and heavy [Dragon Leaping Tail] kick landed squarely on the side of the Giant’s left knee.
The tremendous impact shattered the creature’s tough kneecap.
Its support gone, the Mutated Giant’s enormous body buckled, and it could only kneel powerlessly before Lance.
Lance had completely taken control of the battle’s rhythm.
He swung his Flaming Claw again, tearing open the Giant’s chest and skillfully ripping out another of its ribs.
Then, expressionless, Lance took these bones and began viciously plunging them into the Giant’s various weak joints.
Tear out a bone, stab, tear out another.
The process repeated itself under the moonlight.
Because of its extremely potent regenerative abilities, the Giant couldn’t even die a quick death. It could only remain conscious, enduring round after round of torment...
The silent shallows were filled with the reverberating, agonizing wails of the enormous monster.
’So brutal!’
The spectral Witch floating in mid-air felt her scalp go numb. She hastily covered her eyes with her translucent hands, daring only to peek at the battle below through a tiny slit between her fingers.
The fight had seemed incredibly fierce and deadlocked.
But from the moment Lance charged head-on into the punch to the Giant kneeling for a one-sided slaughter, almost everything had happened in the span of just a few dozen seconds.
Even with the Mutated Giant’s terrifying, nigh-despairing regenerative power, the mountain-like monster finally fell silent under Lance’s methodical physical disassembly.
The battle was finally over.
Now, only the quiet whisper of a gentle breeze remained on the shoals.
Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps splashing in the shallow water broke the silence.
The spectral Witch looked down in the direction of the sound.
She saw that the Half-Elf Maiden was now running recklessly toward Lance.
In her haste to get down the slope from the Bai Yan rock, the girl had somehow lost one of her shoes, and she’d simply kicked off the other.
The beautiful Elf maiden was now completely barefoot, her fair feet splashing through the shallow water, one step deep, the next shallow.
"Senior, are you hurt?"
Cecilia’s voice was thick with the sound of crying.
"Hey! Don’t go over there right now!"
The Witch floating in the sky kindly shouted a reminder to the girl below.
But Cecilia, her eyes red with panic, completely missed the warning from above.
She stumbled all the way to Lance’s side.
When Cecilia looked up and clearly saw her senior’s dark gold, slitted pupils, the first thought that popped into the young maiden’s mind was: ’So Senior is a Dragon Descendant.’
Then, she saw her senior, still in his Dragon Descendant state, slowly turn his head and fix those slitted pupils on her.
’Magic Power depleted?’
Then Cecilia saw her senior’s hands pass under her arms.
And then her feet left the ground.
Huh? W-w-wait! Aah! Waaaaah!
"I told you not to get close to that guy right now."
Seeing this, the spectral Witch in the sky blushed beet-red.
’Is this a Talent? It’s amazing!’
She marveled at Cecilia’s Talent.
DRIP. DRIP...
Droplets of water fell from curled toes.
It seemed to be from when Cecilia had run through the shallows just now.
The process didn’t last long.
As the girl’s Magic Power was restored to a full state, Lance finally reverted from his terrifying Dragon Form.
His dark gold, slitted pupils returned to their human black.
With his human emotions and reason restored, Lance instantly realized what a stupid thing he had just done.
He quickly and gently placed the Cecilia he was holding back on the ground.
’I’ve really screwed up this time!’
Lance was so flustered that his hands were trembling uncontrollably.
He could clearly feel that the Half-Elf Maiden he’d just set down was shaking violently.
Moreover, she had clearly lost consciousness, seemingly overwhelmed by the sudden replenishment of her Magic Power after being completely depleted.
"Is that your Talent? You can forcefully replenish another person’s Ethereal Magic Power?"
At that moment, the Witch Elisya excitedly floated down from the sky.
She circled Lance, her eyes glinting with an undisguised, fervent light, completely ignoring the poor girl nearby who was now oblivious to the world.
What shocked the Legendary Witch the most was what had happened to Cecilia.
Originally, Cecilia had been in a state of severe Magic Power depletion due to magical backlash.
But after that brief contact, the girl’s once-dry reserves of Magic Power were now completely stuffed full.
This was utterly, unbelievably incredible.
How could such a ridiculous Talent exist in this world?
This was too... too... too...
’It’s too perfect for the Witch Race!’
Elisya’s eyes were now sparkling as she gazed at Lance.
None of the Ordinary Professionals out there could ever truly understand what a vast and endless supply of Ethereal Magic Power meant for the special Sub-human Species known as Witches.
And so, they could never imagine the fatal attraction that Lance’s bizarre hidden Talent held for any Witch.
He was, quite simply, a walking, priceless treasure.
Elisya slowly drifted down and patted Lance’s shoulder with her translucent, Spirit Body hand with an unearned familiarity.
"It’s fine, it’s fine."
She said comfortingly, looking at Lance’s panicked face.
"This little girl just received a bit too much Magic Power at once and got dizzy. She’ll wake up on her own if you let her rest here for a bit."
Although her words were reassuring, the moment the Witch patted his shoulder, she had secretly used her Spirit Body to cast an extremely subtle soul spell.
This type of Spell was a unique inheritance belonging exclusively to the Witch Race.
Because she was currently just a historical remnant, a Spirit Body with no Magic Power to support it, the only thing she could cast was this tiny soul spell that required no Magic Power.
The spell had no direct offensive power; its true purpose was merely to serve as a special mark.
And this secret mark could only be seen by those on this continent who possessed the bloodline of the Witch Race.
She left a very straightforward message.
[This man has been personally certified by me, the genius Elisya!]
[His Constitution is super-duper perfect for our Witch Race! Whoever snags him will hit the jackpot!!]