Chapter 50: Flaming Evil Eye! (1/2)

Chapter 50: Flaming Evil Eye!

“Teacher Ciaran!”

Ciaran was sitting on the edge of the rooftop on a low building facing Holy Dawn Academy’s infirmary.

“I heard you went to brawl in Divine Shield Academy yesterday, and beat a pretty decent senior student from there?”

Ciara didn’t immediately turn around when she heard his shout, but a beautiful curve emerged on the corner of her mouth.

“I didn’t beat him, I might have lost if we continued. It’s a girl from their school called Charlotte who forced Ringel to apologize. That girl called Charlotte seems very powerful.”

“Someone who already participated in the operations of a genuine battlemaster team is of course very powerful.”

Ciaran stood up and turned around. She noticed Ayrin wasn’t alone, the red-haired Moss was there also, so she nodded at the two of them. “Did you come to find me for something this time?”

“Teacher Ciaran, after I fought with Ringel yesterday, I felt as if the first arcane gate opened, and there were even some arcane particles inside already. But Moss used a benchmark tool to measure me before coming here today, and my spiritual power shows twenty on the benchmark tool. Moss says I haven’t reached the level for condensing arcane particles yet.” Ayrin looked feverishly at Ciaran, asking, “That’s why I can’t understand, so I came and wanted to ask teacher Ciaran what on earth is happening.”

“You felt the first arcane gate open, and there are even arcane particles inside?” Ciara was suddenly taken aback. She came in front of Ayrin in a single step and rubbed the top of his head. “What you’re feeling is at the top of your head?”

“Yes.” Ayrin nodded earnestly.

“You have a dwarven benchmark tool?” Ciaran glanced over at Moss. He stood there facing the elite teacher, a little shy about making too much noise.

His palms sweaty, Moss had a little trouble understanding why Ayrin didn’t feel the slightest nervousness when standing face to face with an elite teacher like Ciaran. He immediately nodded and took out the dwarven benchmark tool.

Ciaran only swept a glance at the benchmark tool, immediately asking Moss, “You measured too, how much?”

Moss could only answer helplessly, “Thirteen…”

“Then there won’t be a problem with it.” Ciaran’s brows locked tightly together. “Ayrin, your spiritual strength’s twice as strong as normal freshmen, but what Moss said isn’t wrong. Spiritual strength has to be around thirty at least before compressing and condensing arcane particles. On top of that, this process implies a high degree of spiritual concentration, blending together spiritual strength with arcane strength, as well as the energy residing in every tiny particles of our bodies. The process of compression, this process is very peculiar, and it’s a very distinct process that no one could possibly sense. There’s no theoretical basis for condensing arcane particles directly in the heat of a battle, it’s totally impossible.”

“For arcane masters, especially arcane masters in the midst of a battle, arcane particles are very precious things.” After a slightly pause, Ciaran explained in even greater details, “Because you consume arcane particles every time you use an arcane skill, and precisely because it’s absolute impossible in the middle of a fight to focus your mind and recover arcane particles. On top of that, compressing and condensing arcane particles is very slow in itself. Every experienced arcane master will be constantly calculating the amount of arcane particles during battle, then formulate corresponding fighting methods and countermeasures.”

“Condensing arcane particles is very slow?” Ayrin couldn’t help but ask.

“It is.” Ciaran nodded. “For arcane masters at our level, if we consumed all of our arcane particles stored inside our bodies after a fight, then even if we were to constantly put all efforts into compressing and condensing arcane particles, we’d still need around four days before returning back to full again.”

“There’s really no possibility at all right now that I condensed arcane particles?” Ayrin was a little discouraged all of a sudden. “Then why do I have this distinct feeling.”

“I’ve never heard about any bloodline having this kind of unique phenomenon.”

Ciaran’s heart beat faster than usual. She knew there certainly was something she couldn’t understand there.

“There’s still one method we can try.”

She took in a deep breath and said, looking at Ayrin, “I can teach you the way to condense arcane particles, and I can also teach you an arcane skill that only arcane masters can use, that is, only usable when you can condense arcane particles. If you can successfully condense arcane particles, or if you can use the arcane skill, then that would mean you truly opened the first arcane gate, and that we merely can’t understand the reason why you can condense arcane particles with that level of spiritual strength, in a situation even you yourself can’t detect.”

“This is Logic Fingers, watch carefully.”

Ciara quietly stood up. She joined her hands together, then her fingers followed a unique sequence and clasped together nonstop, displayed various kinds of postures nonstop. The ten fingers looked like ten tiny people constantly jumping and walking about.

“Constant motions like these, constantly following the motions of your hands with your eyes, cause a high degree of spiritual strength to gather on your hands. After that, use spiritual strength to draw the arcane power in the air inside your arms, compress them, and send them inside the open arcane gate!”

“So you have to first learn this set of finger techniques that can gather a high degree of focus and lead arcane power inside the hands?” Ayrin asked Ciaran.

Then, seeing her nod, he started to watch and learn without even blinking.