I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means - Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Chapter 192: Special Physique

Evening, at a campsite.

After a busy day, the Feis Guild stopped to tidy up the campsite, readying for rest.

However, the atmosphere was even more lively today because the scouts had a big catch.

A mature Forest Python!

Almost thirty feet long and weighing around seven or eight hundred pounds, it was enough for everyone in the caravan to have a good meal.

Everyone was delighted, and they all friendly greeted Fink as they passed by.

Once the team leader, Roque, heard the news, he even sent someone over with a small bag of Gold Coins.

Fink was willing to share the prey, but he couldn’t just do it for nothing, and the Feis Guild wasn’t short of money.

Fink was smiling so much his mouth couldn’t close, but at this time, Magat didn’t continue to discipline him.

After all, how could a young man not be spirited? It was enough to rein him in occasionally to keep him grounded.

Under Magat’s guidance, Fink collected the python’s eyeballs and gall bladder, along with other Magic Materials, while the rest of the meat was left for the caravan’s cooks to handle.

Unfortunately, the Forest Python had no venom, otherwise the fangs and venom glands would have been even more valuable.

The caravan’s chefs, responsible for cooking, were quite pleased with what they had, and they even sprinkled some long-hoarded spices into the pot of snake soup and added some aromatic spices to the skewered, barbecued snake meat.

On the Fanor Continent, most spices are grown in the southern Elf Forest, and the southern Human Kingdoms also produce a small amount.

The Feis Kingdom does not have spice fields, so the spices have to be transported from the south by the guilds, making them quite expensive and rarely used by common folk.

Fink sat beside the bonfire, happily boasting to his teammates about his bravery in today’s battle, while occasionally distracting himself by watching the snake meat roasting on the fire.

This was his trophy after all; he couldn’t let others snatch it all!

“Moriarty, I was pretty awesome today!”

Fink slapped Lis on the shoulder with a boastful air.

“Indeed, not bad at all.”

Lis replied with a smile, actually quite impressed by Fink’s performance against the Forest Python.

Worthy of being the future leader of the Blood Wolf Knight Order, right?

His performance in battle was very solid and calm, choosing the safest, most secure method to defeat the Forest Python.

Although his timing was a bit naive, it was still pretty good for a young mercenary.

“Right, I was awesome!”

Fink nodded and then, his eyes lighting up, he asked,

“Moriarty, you’re a warrior too, right? Following such a person, you must be strong too.”

“How about a little spar?”

Fink had no ill intentions; it was just that Lis was a peer present at the scene, and he had always wanted to test his skills against him.

It just occurred to him now.

Machat, who was nearby, was momentarily taken aback, originally wanting to say something, but then he swallowed his words.

Moriarty’s strength was probably comparable to his own; Fink was certainly at a disadvantage.

But losing could be a good thing for Fink.

However, if he was not mistaken, this man was a Mage, and it could be troublesome if he got injured.

Oh well, I’ll just watch.

No one noticed the change in Machat’s expression; instead, they began cheering them on.

Fink also became excited, thinking if Lis didn’t perform too well, he could afford to go easy on him.

He couldn’t let his friend lose too badly!

Lis also smiled. Since there was still some time before dinner was ready, he didn’t mind warming up with a little activity.

Most importantly, he was curious about Fink’s unusual physique and thought it might be a good opportunity to probe a little.

He wondered if there might be some secret related to “Blood Wolf Entanglement.”

Fink, brimming with excitement, stood up and picked up his Long Spear. The crowd around them cleared out a space, turning into spectators on the sidelines.

Only Magat and his teammates could do nothing but shake their heads with a wry smile.

What was all this about?

Lis drew his Longsword and stood opposite Fink, his face relaxed.

“Come on, Moriarty, make your move first,”

Fink said spiritedly to Lis,

“Then I won’t hold back.”

Lis didn’t mind and smiled as he advanced with his sword.

“Bring it on!”

Fink, too, charged forward excitedly, seemingly eager to showcase his prowess like that of his daytime battle with the Forest Python in front of everyone.

…

It didn’t take long for their sparring to end,

Initially, the onlookers cheered and applauded for Fink.

After a while, the shouts of amusement gradually quieted down.

Eventually, everyone was silent, exchanging glances.

It’s not that the fight between Lis and Fink was strange, but rather, it was too ordinary.

So ordinary that Fink didn’t stand a chance to fight back.

In strength, speed, combat skills, and reaction time, Fink was completely outclassed, firmly suppressed by Moriarty.

At first, everyone thought Fink might stand a chance, and Fink himself was also searching hard for opportunities.

But soon, those with keen eyes could see that the two were simply not on the same level.

Moriarty definitely had silver-level strength.

Despite appearing about the same age as Fink, he was exceptionally seasoned, giving no chances to Fink.

He could have ended the battle very quickly, but he dragged it on like he was playing a game.

Lis wasn’t doing it on purpose; instead, he was very serious.

While overpowering Fink, he gradually increased the pressure on him, testing the young warrior’s limits.

So only after Lis withdrew his Longsword did Fink catch his breath, gasping even more desperately than when he fought the Forest Python.

“I didn’t expect you to be so strong!”

Fink, regaining his breath, said with a bitter smile.

“You are also quite impressive,”

Lis nodded. It wasn’t just a consolation but truly how Lis felt.

He had noticed that Fink’s body was exceptionally robust; even as he displayed some silver-level warrior strength towards the end, Fink still clenched his teeth and persevered.

Moreover, Lis noticed something special about Fink’s body.

It wasn’t clear during the daytime fight with the Forest Python, but just now, as Lis pressured Fink and pushed him to his limits, Fink’s skin began to show a fresh red color.

It was not the pink of frostbite, but more like a manifestation of a Blood Clan’s blood power.

Indeed, his body was special! It might be related to “Blood Wolf Entanglement.”

Lis firmly concluded in his mind, but he didn’t plan to delve into it soon.

One reason was that it seemed Fink hadn’t yet developed this ability; it was merely a passive manifestation.

Second, compared to the abilities of “Blood Wolf Entanglement,” Lis’s objective for this trip was more appealing to him.

However, he could plant a seed for now and seize it when an opportunity arises later.

Moreover, Fink was a talent in his own right!

Seeing Fink being reprimanded by Magat, Lis came up with an idea.