Chapter 327

As a week passed, Frieren's magic practice didn't have much difference. She was still soaking in the Nanshan Gym, practicing when she woke up, eating when she was tired, and sleeping when she finished eating, doing high-intensity aerobic boxing training every day.

It was just that compared to the initial difficulty, she seemed to have adapted to the muscle pressure like gravity coming from the Fist King, and could walk freely near Raoh.

The strength of her bones was increasing, and the density of her muscles was rising, but the petite elf girl's figure did not lean toward those Super Beidou giants who could strangle monsters with their bare hands, and still maintained her original weak and delicate posture.

As an elf mage who would break at a touch, she, who had always been very calm, really wanted to complain. Why could she become so strong in such a short time without physical aptitude? It was as if her body was spontaneously evolving toward that "Raoh."

And she had a feeling that now she could beat Heiter, who looked down on her when he invited her to form a team, with just one punch...

"How bizarre."

Frieren, in front of Raoh, whose height could barely reach the other's waist, waved the special alloy staff she had changed into yesterday, and couldn't help but think so while doing warm-up exercises.

"But it's almost at the limit..."

She could feel that the energy spreading outward with Raoh as the source, although very special, was not unlimited. Strengthening her to this step was already her limit.

Not to mention hating the sky for not having a handle and the earth for not having a ring, her pair of arms also had a thousand catties of strength, it was just...

It wasn't bad in an ordinary world, but in her world, such strength was just equivalent to the most ordinary warrior, right?

In front of Aizer, it was still a matter of one axe, and not an opponent of Aizer's level, even the automatic counter-attack formula she set couldn't be broken...

Strong close combat still couldn't be beaten, and weak close combat still couldn't be used.

So, this strength was somewhat tasteless.

Otherwise, why did Flamme decide to take Frieren as a disciple to teach magic? Naturally, it was because her magic aptitude far exceeded her warrior aptitude.

When Heracles was a baby, he could strangle two snakes; when Harry Potter was a baby who didn't even understand magic strike power, he blasted the 100,000 magic strike power "Voldemort" down; and Frieren was the same... when she was still an "elf kid," she could release her magic power to kill the demon general Basalt.

"That's enough, you have learned... inherited my Hard Fist."

Just as the silver-haired elf was lost in past memories, she suddenly heard the giant behind her say so.

"Now your fist... is enough to bear the power of the sky."

Frieren, who had experienced many storms, couldn't help but be surprised, and then looked back. Could that Raoh, who was as silent as a mountain, also joke?

I saw Raoh standing in a Ding stance, his crotch like sitting on a horse, half-squatting, his left arm reaching forward slightly, his right hand pulling back into a palm. The Big Dipper, which did not exist in the other world, flickered in the sky behind him.

"North, Star, Hard, Palm, Wave!"

Once again, the fist of extreme hardness that had once broken the firmament appeared again, like a galaxy roaring in the universe, blasting toward the elf girl in front. Every tiny speck of dust was annihilated the moment it touched the wild torrent.

The aftermath of the fighting spirit made the whole world shake violently. All the creatures present could feel the terrifying aura passing through their bodies. Raoh seemed to have become some kind of radiation source, more intuitive than last time, and he was constantly releasing powerful power far beyond imagination.

Stir, what did you stir?

What did you learn?

When did she learn it?

When did she inherit the 【Magic of the Hard Fist】?

All kinds of doubts made the elf, who was over a thousand years old, unable to understand for a while, but when she didn't realize it herself, her hands raised spontaneously, a huge magic circle suddenly appeared behind her, and then countless smaller magic circles began to rotate and condense, and dangerous and irritable magic power surged from her body...

Between her spread five fingers, strands of pure white magic power lingered, finally condensing into a brilliant halo, plating the girl's hands with a gorgeous color.

This is the Hard Fist—the fist of pure power that can crush everything!

"So that's how it is... it seems I have indeed learned it..."

A flash of realization flashed in her green pupils, as if she had found the final answer.

In the next instant, the Fighting Spirit Hard Gang Gang Zhang Bo and the Magic Hard Gang Gang Zhang Bo, like a slow-motion replay, collided at zero distance amidst a roar.

"Boom!!!"

The overflowing light cannon was like rain, washing the earth, causing all the strong people around to take action together, and finally managed to control the range.

As a mage, Frieren's strongest advantage is not the magic power she has practiced for thousands of years, nor the various PVP little tricks against demons she is proficient in, but

—the world's top analytical power!

She had once been hit by the "Everything Becomes Gold" magic of the strongest Seven Sages of Destruction 【Macht of the Golden Land】, and one of her hands was turned into gold. She had also been trapped by the immortal Bezer with a barrier, but these demon magics, which were once thought to be unsolvable and incomprehensible, were still cracked by her one by one.

It can be called a genius in the field of countermeasures.

Could it be that she had used her amazing talent to analyze the secret of the Hard Fist without knowing it, and learned it without even realizing it?

But no matter what—

"Indestructible, nothing cannot be broken... Magic Strike Power, 100,000."

"Heiter, Fern... I'm back."

Frieren greeted the two people she hadn't seen for several days, but found that the old man was a little older than expected, and the little girl had grown up a bit, and it seemed that more time had passed than she thought.

"Is the matter done?"

The white-haired, elderly priest asked, but there was some lingering confusion between his brows. He always felt that some special changes had happened to Frieren.

The little girl named Fern huddled to the side, shivering slightly. She saw more than Heiter, and her gaze was fixed behind Frieren.

"Frieren-sama's shadow... is so big!"

How strange, how could it be so big?!

She was clearly just an elf pretending to be young who wasn't much taller than her, but her shadow on the ground was like a burly giant.

The purple-haired girl blinked again, wanting to throw the illusion just now behind her, but was even more shocked to find that the elf in front of her, for some reason, had become so huge, and her aura had become so powerful! The temperament between her brows was even more different from the lazy her in the past!

The original Frieren's height was about the same as hers, but at this moment, even if Fern jumped up, she wouldn't be as high as the elf's knees sitting on the chair.

"... Frieren, I want to ask you one thing, can you take an apprentice? Fern has the aptitude of a mage..."

The elf, who didn't think there was anything strange about herself, glanced at the clever little girl who looked like some kind of purple mushroom, and recalled how many casualties there were among mage apprentices in actual combat. She originally wanted to refuse directly, but another different idea suddenly popped up.

"Yes, as long as she doesn't get hurt."

She actually agreed simply.

Heiter was surprised, while Fern blinked again, finding that the abnormality on the elf in front of her had disappeared, and she had once again become the elf mage Frieren she had seen at the beginning.

If Jia Ji were here, he would definitely say this—

"Hey, what magic or not, actually... it's the Fist King! The Fist King has possessed her!"

(End of chapter)