Chapter 327: One Day, Everyone Will Be Able to Control Little Spray Mushrooms

As about a week passed, Flllyllin’s magical training showed no significant change—she still spent her days at the South Star Gym, waking up to train, training until exhausted to eat, eating to sleep, daily engaging in high-intensity aerobic boxing drills.

Compared to her initial struggles, she now seemed to have adapted to the gravity-like physical pressure emanating from Rao, walking freely near him.

Her bones grew stronger, her muscle density increased, yet the petite elf girl retained her original delicate, slender frame, not transforming into the massive, bare-handed monster-slaying Northern Dipper giants.

As a fragile elf mage who always remained calm, she wanted to complain: why, with no physical aptitude whatsoever, had she grown this strong in such a short time, as if her body were spontaneously evolving toward “Rao”?

And she felt that now, just one punch could flatten Heta, who had once looked down on her when seeking her as a teammate.

“This is so strange.”

Standing before Rao, whose height barely reached his waist, Flllyllin swung the newly replaced special alloy staff, warming up, unable to suppress this thought.

“But it’s probably nearing its limit…”

She could sense that the energy radiating from Rao, though unique, was not infinite—having strengthened her to this point had already reached her own physiological limit.

Not that she now possessed arms with a thousand jin of force, nor that she could lift mountains or break the heavens…

In a normal world, this strength would be impressive, but in her world, it was merely on par with the most ordinary warrior.

Before Aize, it would still take only one axe blow—not even her own automatic counter-attack array could withstand an opponent of Aize’s caliber.

Strong close-combat opponents still outclassed her; weak ones remained useless to her.

Thus, this power was somewhat useless.

That’s why, back then, Vlamé chose to take Flllyllin as a disciple and teach her magic—her magical aptitude vastly surpassed her martial potential.

Hercules could strangle two snakes as a baby; Halibod, even before understanding magical impact, had blasted the 100,000-magical-impact “Voldemort” out of the sky; and Flllyllin likewise—when she was still an “elf brat,” she had unleashed her own magic to kill the demon general Bazalt.

“Enough. You have learned… you have inherited my Hard Fist.”

As the silver-haired elf slipped into memories of the past, she suddenly heard the giant behind her speak.

“Now your fist… is strong enough to bear the power of heaven.”

Flllyllin, weathered by centuries, was taken aback, turned around—and could that silent mountain of a man, Rao, really be joking?

Rao stood in a stable stance, hips like a seated horse, crouching slightly, left arm extended forward with fingers slightly open, right hand drawn back into a palm. Behind him in the sky, the Northern Dipper, nonexistent in this world, shimmered.

“North, Dipper, Hard, Palm, Wave!”

Once again, the ultimate hard fist that had once shattered the heavens reappeared—like a roaring galaxy in the cosmos, it surged toward the elf girl, annihilating every microscopic dust particle the moment it touched the torrent.

The residual aura of the strike shook the entire world violently; every living being present felt the terrifying force sweep over their bodies. Rao had become a source of radiation, more direct than before, continuously releasing power far beyond imagination.

What did she stir?

What did she learn?

When did she learn?

When did she inherit the [Hard Fist Magic]?

These questions left the thousand-year-old elf momentarily bewildered—but before she even realized it, her hand rose of its own accord; a massive magical array suddenly emerged behind her, then countless smaller arrays began spinning and coalescing, dangerous, turbulent magic surging from within.

Between her outstretched fingers, strands of pure white magic swirled, finally condensing into a dazzling halo that gilded her hand with magnificent radiance.

This was the Hard Fist—the pure force capable of shattering all things!

“So this is how it is… I truly have learned it…”

A flash of understanding passed through her green eyes, as if she had found the final answer.

In the next instant, the aura Hard Palm Wave and the magic Hard Palm Wave, like slow-motion replay, collided at point-blank range amid a thunderous roar.

“BOOM!!!”

Overflowing beams of light rained down, scouring the earth; nearby powerful beings all acted at once, barely containing the explosion’s scope.

As a mage, Flllyllin’s greatest advantage was not her thousand-year-refined magic power, nor her mastery of various PvP tricks against demons, but

—the world’s supreme analytical ability!

She had once been struck by the strongest of the Seven Ruin Sages, “Mahat of the Golden Land’s” “All Turns to Gold” spell, turning one hand to gold; she had been trapped by the immortal Beize’s barrier—but these magics, once deemed unbreakable and incomprehensible, she had still cracked one by one.

Truly, a genius of counter-strategy.

Had she, without realizing it, used her astonishing talent to fully analyze the secrets of the Hard Fist—and learned it before even knowing?

But regardless—

“Unbreakable, unyielding… magical impact, one hundred thousand.”

……

“Heta, Fellen… I’m back.”

Flllyllin greeted the two she hadn’t seen in days, noticing the old man looked older than expected, the girl taller—time had passed longer than she thought.

“Did you finish your task?”

The white-haired elderly monk asked, yet a lingering confusion clouded his brow—he sensed something unusual had changed within Flllyllin.

The girl named Fellen shrank to the side, trembling slightly; she had seen more than Heta, her gaze fixed on Flllyllin’s back.

“Flllyllin’s shadow… is so huge!”

How strange—why so big?!

Flllyllin was barely taller than her, yet her shadow on the ground looked like that of a towering giant.

The purple-haired girl blinked again, trying to dismiss the illusion—but then she gasped: the elf before her had somehow grown enormous, her aura now thick and powerful, her demeanor utterly transformed from the once-lazy woman she remembered.

Once, Flllyllin’s height had been nearly equal to hers; now, even if Fellen jumped, she couldn’t reach the elf’s knee as she sat in the chair.

“…Flllyllin, I have a favor to ask—could you take an apprentice? Fellen has the aptitude to become a mage…”

The elf, unaware of her own strangeness, glanced at the small, obedient girl resembling some kind of purple mushroom. She recalled the high mortality rate among mage apprentices in combat and nearly refused outright—but then, an unexpected thought surfaced.

“Fine. As long as she doesn’t get hurt.”

She had agreed, abruptly.

Heta was startled; Fellen blinked again, realizing all the elf’s abnormalities had vanished—she was once again the same elf mage Fellen had first met.

……

If Jia Qi were here, he would surely say—

“Hey, forget magic—this is Rao! Rao’s taken over her body!”

(End of Chapter)