Chapter 1: The Awakening of the Young Man! Thaumaturge...

  A certain enclosed venue of the God Shield Academy, the setting sun sprinkled its limited remaining twilight from the skylight onto the ground inside the venue, printing out patch after patch of golden yellow.

  A lean boy with extremely short hair, a bright red scar on his left cheek, stood like a cold rock, exuding an aura of fierce combat.

  Around him, six or seven students from God Shield Academy were scattered and fallen, drenched in sweat.

  His brutal and merciless icy scolding, echoing in the venue, pierced into the hearts of these Shield Academy students who couldn't get up, like sharp knives, more than physical pain, making their faces pale.

  "You good-for-nothings! Get up, all of you! Is this really all you're capable of?!"

  "So many of you against me alone, can't even knock me down!"

  "Get up!"

  "If you were in a real squad of mages, trash like you would have been killed off long ago!"

  "Not even a single limb has been severed, yet you can't continue fighting, do you still want to join the Western Border Army?"

  Among the curses of the students in the uniform of God's Shield Academy without a single wrinkle, two people who had fallen to the ground jumped up furiously. Two different flames shot towards the scar-faced boy, but he simply stretched out his hands and the two flames exploded, destroying all the magical powers of the two, sending them flying back again.

  "Get up!"

  "Too slow!"

  "I'm telling you, when facing a true master, only knowing how to use techniques is suicidal. First, you must learn what real combat is!"

  Cold and merciless insults rose again.

  After no one could stand up anymore, the scar-faced boy silently walked out of the venue alone.

  The sunset stretched his back into a longer and thinner silhouette, more like a sharp sword that could hurt people at any time.

  "Captain."

  A tall and elegant girl with a heroic aura walked out of the alley between the two arenas, who was none other than Charlotte that Ailin had met before. From her address, the scar-faced boy was Ivan Fatt, the captain of the strongest team in the entire Shield Academy.

  "You're being too harsh on them, after all their strength..."

  "Am I wrong?" Ivan cut in coldly, interrupting Charlotte: "They're all eager to join the Western Border Army or the Lannister's squad, for them it's not just a game, but a real fight. With their abilities, I couldn't even beat one of them once, and that's truly something to scold."

  "I understand what you mean." Charlotte looked down at her toes: "It's just that I think scolding him too harshly might have the opposite effect."

  "If one's will is weakened rather than strengthened by humiliation, I would advise revoking their eligibility to join the legion and squadrons." Ivan said coldly: "Allowing unsuitable people to have undeserved honors would harm them, and may even cause companions to lose their lives because of these people!"

  Charlotte nodded, and from his cold demeanor, she felt a hint of warmth. She no longer argued with the young man who was no different from any other professional combat squad leader, but instead spoke softly: "There's a new student at Saint Leimin Academy who's quite unusual. The academy rumors say he has the Giant Food Bloodline and is progressing extremely quickly."

  "We fear nothing."

  Ivan nodded, looked up at the last afterglow in the sky, "Our Western Border Legion is called the Dragon Fighting Legion. Even if it's a giant dragon, we're not afraid, as long as our will is like iron, as long as we're strong enough."

  After a pause, he continued coldly: "I don't need my team members to be as good as me, as long as they can do what you can do, I'm already satisfied."

  Charlotte let out a helpless cold hum, "Captain, are you praising me or criticizing me?"

  ……

  "His self-healing abilities are no less than those of pure-blooded dragon bloodlines? Truly a very strange and mysterious bloodline."

  In a corridor of the medical building, Lister lazily looked at the short-haired female technician Anda and said, "For the sake of protecting the future star of the Aichi Kingdom, for the safety of the children, this information should not be leaked out for now."

  Liszt's words sounded like a joke, but Anda, who was also familiar with him, heard some overtones and his face stiffened: "Has the evil dragon cult already reached this point?"

  "This isn't a big secret, the news will spread here soon anyway." Li Si looked somewhat worried: "Originally, the Evil Dragon Cultists only appeared at the borders, but recently there have been several cases of them infiltrating deep into the kingdom's interior. Moreover, their assassination targets are no longer limited to those few mage teams that pose a particular threat to them, but have expanded to include some young people who show great promise in becoming top mages in the future. And the frequency of Evil Dragon Cultist appearances is also getting higher and higher."

  Anda's expression turned serious, "Alright, I understand... and be careful when you go out on missions too."

  "Haha, I'm still as popular as ever."

  "I really can't tell if you're genuinely narcissistic or just pretending to be. " Galen, who followed him into the clinic, glared at him fiercely, "Let's go."

  "Alright, anyway you're more familiar with him, so it's better for me to leave a good impression on him. Later I'll just follow your lead."

  Ailin, who was bored and staring at the ceiling, heard footsteps coming from outside and saw Jielan pushing open the door to enter. He immediately became excited and shouted "Teacher Jielan!" Then, seeing Liszt following behind Jielan, he couldn't help but size him up with curiosity and asked: "Teacher Jielan, who is this teacher? He looks really formidable."

  "Don't mind him." Galan walked to Ailin's front, and before he could say anything else, Ailin had already spoken up anxiously, "Galan teacher, you've come just in time. I was just about to look for you. I found that my technique gate seems to have no more technique particles inside. But during the match with Rogrite, at the end, I seem to remember that my technique particles increased instead. This feeling is too strange."

  "Do you want to know the real reason?" Liszt said with a smile.

  Gillian was considering how to say it when she suddenly turned her head and stared at him fiercely, thinking you said you'd follow me, but now you're rushing to speak.

  "I just want to make things a little simpler." Liszt shrugged his shoulders, seeing the thoughts in her mind, and said softly to her.

  "Teacher, do you know the reason?" Ailin suddenly became excited, "I certainly want to know the real reason."

  "Then would you like to try it? It might hurt a bit." Liszt said with a smile.

  Ailin was taken aback for a moment, then became even more excited, "Of course!"

  Pong!

  His voice had just sounded when he was still reacting, his whole body was already wrapped in electric light and jumped up from the bed convulsively.

  Liszt's hands floated back with a lazy movement, sprinkled with notes and sparks of electricity.

  "Ah!"

  At this time, Ailin's painful cry had just sounded.

  "You..." Galan stared at Liszt in extreme silence.

  "It doesn't matter, this will help relax the muscles and promote blood circulation, which will actually aid in a faster recovery." Liszt winked at her, asking Ailin, whose hair was still standing on end and whose body was still shaking: "Now, do you feel like there are more or fewer yuan particles in your dantian?"

  Ailing's cry for help was immediately silenced.

  "More!" A second later, he shouted out two words with a stunned face, then suddenly came back to his senses, grabbed Liszt's hand and shook it desperately: "Teacher! Teacher! How can this be? Why do I feel that my technique has improved a lot?"

  "What's this?" Liszt smiled slightly, and a burst of glittering magic particles shot out from his hand, striking Elin's hands: "How many magic particles are there? Compared to last time?"

  "A little more!"

  Ailin immediately felt that there seemed to be a few more shiny things in his Dantian, but it was of course incomparable to the feeling of suddenly having countless dense and numerous Dao yuan particles just now. So he immediately called out: "It's just that it seems like only a very small amount has been added! Not as much as last time."

  "It seems that Senior Mei and I were right after all."

  Liszt let out a breath, turned his head and looked at Jielan who had already fallen into shock: "His body was indeed absorbing the Yuan particles passively... So when the technique's power and Yuan particles combined to create a strong impact on him, his body would only accept more Yuan particles. But with my Yuan particles directly impacting his body, it can't accept much."

  "How could this be possible with such a bloodline talent." Kalan's brain was somewhat blank, and he temporarily lost his ability to think.

  "Teacher!" Ailin was already excited at this time, "What is passive absorption? I don't seem to understand it very well, can you explain it in simpler terms?"

  "In simpler terms, it's your innate talent that makes your body like a sponge, absorbing the magical particles of others and storing them in your own magical gate. This is why you can't condense magical particles yourself, but there are still magical particles inside you." Liszt looked at Ailin and said, "When someone hits you, your body will absorb some magical particles."

  "Someone else's technique?" Ailin was thoroughly stunned, even he knew that this was an unreasonable thing.

  "Yes, you are the battered prince." Liszt couldn't help but laugh: "The more others beat you up, the more tactical yuan particles you'll absorb. And judging from your last performance, you can still use these tactical yuan particles. So even if you're not yet able to condense tactical yuan particles, as long as there are enough accumulated in your tactics, you can still cast spells."

  "What?" Elin's face was dull: "So I just need to be beaten by people... and I'll accumulate more technique particles?"

  "In theory..."

  "Teacher, go ahead and hit me!"

  "Hold on... don't be so hasty?"