Chapter 204 Ferguillo’s Secret Training (1/2)

Chapter 204 Ferguillo’s Secret Training

Ferguillo stood in a very dark training gym. A dozen war golems lay around him, their broken springs and gears scattered all over the ground.

He panted hard, his arms twitching a little. He’d clearly gone beyond the limits of his stamina. Like slithering earthworms, sweat glided down his somewhat wan skin.

Without a sound, a strange man came out from the shadows. His hair was disheveled, and he wore a white wooden mask over his face. He observed Ferguillo for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Do you know why I made you fight clockwork golems nonstop for the past few days?”

“Because these clockwork golems merely emulate arcane skills. What looks like the power of arcane skills is merely the release of the leftover arcane energy from the magic crystals inside. So I can’t use my Mind Reading on them,” Ferguillo said.

“And so?” the strange masked man asked.

“So?” Ferguillo blinked, a little confused by what the strange masked man meant.

The strange masked man didn’t say anything. He merely watched him in silence.

“What you mean is… I shouldn’t always rely on Mind Reading?” Ferguillo said after thinking for a moment.

“I heard that Chris already defeated you back in St. Lauren,” the strange masked man said, his voice calm and indifferent. “In fact, you don’t even need someone like her who trained her physical movements to the level of instinctual reaction. Your Mind Reading would be mostly useless even against an opponent with merely a fast skill-launching speed. It will only waste your mental strength and arcane particles instead. Also, your so-called Mind Reading is merely the gift of your bloodline. It’s merely an outstanding perception when you focus your spirit in your left eye.”

“I still don’t understand what you mean,” Ferguillo said after a moment of hesitation.

“You still don’t understand?” The strange masked man looked at him. “The strongest bloodline talent in House Baratheon is the Storm Eye. In fact, the lens of their eye is simply made of dragon crystal. That’s why, for centuries, for millennia, they did everything possible to bring out the power of their bloodline, did everything possible to bring out the power of the Storm Eye. You don’t have the Storm Eye, but your strongest bloodline talents are the Undying Body and the exceptional spiritual sensitivity of your left eye. What you need to do is of course to bring out the power of these two gifts as much as possible.

“But who would have thought that the only use you made of the exceptional sensitivity of your left eye was to learn Mind Reading,” the strange masked man added after a pause, together with a cold laughter. “What a total waste! With your present level, a genuine powerful master only needs to create a feint with muscle control and by manipulating the flowing of arcane particles to fool your judgment. Haven’t you realized it yet? Just like how a clockwork golem’s movements come from the motions of its springs and gears, the flashes and rhythms of the nerves is the fundamental basis for every movement of a living body. With such an outstanding sensitivity like yours, it’s not impossible for you to perceive the flashes of the nerves as long as you focus your training in that direction. If you could do that, would you still need to try to determine your opponent’s next action? There are so many offensive mental skills on Doraster, don’t tell me there aren’t any that can directly block the commands sent by the nerves?”

“Petrifying Eye!” Ferguillo breathed out two words as though he couldn’t stop himself.

“Death’s Sacrifice together with Petrifying Eye should be the strongest taboo combination for someone with a bloodline variant like yours,” the strange masked man said. “If you think that what I just said makes sense, then stop wasting so much time and effort on Mind Reading and those other useless skills.”

“Many thanks for your guidance, senior.” Ferguillo took a deep breath, his face quickly calming down. “That said, who on earth are you… Why did you specifically direct my training in the infirmary?”

“You’re not House Baratheon’s only enemy. Neither are you the only one expelled from the clan simply because the clan deemed your bloodline variation impure,” the strange masked man said.

“So, you too are also…” Ferguillo froze.

“My bloodline variant is merely different from yours,” the strange masked man said. He didn’t sound all that impressed with Ferguillo’s understanding.

“In your current physical state, you could have left this place five days ago already. That’s why I already told Songat that you can leave the infirmary any time you choose, starting from now.”

This arcane master who’d already trained Ferguillo for five days turned around and left the training hall, but he suddenly halted his steps when he reached the doorway. He said, “I forgot to tell you something. In the match this morning, Golden Stag Academy already defeated Hawkmoon Academy and made it to the last eight. Rinsyi even decided to be the first one to fight. He dispatched the first three fighters from Hawkmoon all by himself, and forced the fourth one to use more than half his arcane particles. Then he just forfeited without a single scratch on him.”

Ferguillo didn’t seem surprised in the least. He merely asked, “What about the match yesterday between Holy Dawn Academy and Silver Trout Academy then?”

“Holy Dawn Academy won.” Ferguillo would hear about the course of that match in great detail as soon as he left the infirmary anyway, so this strange man with the white wooden mask didn’t want to waste too many words. He simply told him the result. But after striding a couple steps away, he actually added, “That Chris is very powerful, and she’ll be even more powerful in the future.”

“Chris?”

Thinking he would hear Ayrin’s name instead, Ferguillo froze again.