Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 374 Fists and Thoughts
Boom!

Mahama slammed his fists together in front of him, and as his fists struck, a contagious smile spread across his face.

Ruger could tell that it was a genuine smile.

"Come on! Choose your spell!"

Mahama stretched his shoulders and stopped about twenty paces away.

"Judging from your appearance, you probably haven't encountered this kind of gameplay before. Please remember, since this is a gameplay with no limit to the number of spells, subconsciously using a second spell will also count as a loss... Don't let me sense the fluctuations of a second spell. Of course, if you can use it secretly, that's also a personal skill."

As Mahama spoke, he stared directly at Rug.

The so-called unique spell means that the chosen spell does not need to be actively disclosed to the opponent.

Ruger thought about it and, considering his current state of mind, decided to relax a bit more.

However, the name of this game suggests that they are controlling it, meaning they are trying to keep the risks manageable. It's a one-man showdown where only one spell can be used. As the number of spells that can be used increases, the danger to the two fighters also rises.

"You seem to have a different opinion?"

Mahama seemed to have seen through Ruge's thoughts, and smiled, somewhat eager to try.

Luger shook his head.

"I still have things to do; it wouldn't be good if I got hurt."

As Luger spoke, he also began to stretch his shoulders.

Considering my current state of mind, I naturally cannot choose a spell that smells bad. I need to choose a spell that I can enjoy to the fullest, while also having a certain level of safety.

He looked at Mahama not far away, raised his hand and clenched his fist, having already decided on the spell.

Mahama also grinned, and almost simultaneously, a burst of magical energy emanated from both of them.

As if they were sending a signal, neither of them concealed their magical fluctuations, and they even intentionally amplified them.

boom!
The two men, one large and one small, faced each other with their fists.

Ruger staggered back a few steps.

Mahama was a little better, but she still looked at Ruge with surprise.

The two were not surprised by each other's strength. After all, Mahama's large size already indicated that he possessed considerable strength, and Ruger's appearance had long impressed Mahama, leading him to believe that Ruger was a bloodline modifier with considerable strength.

The surprise in their eyes was the result of their choice of magic.

The spells they both chose were magic skin magic.

Luger, however, had more in mind.

He chose the Skinning Spell to unleash his pent-up frustration and release the increasingly chaotic thoughts that had been building up after days of being confined to his room; he wasn't particularly skilled in Skinning Spells. But Mahama gave him a different impression; this guy, this big guy, was definitely very proficient in this spell.

As if responding to Ruge's thoughts, Mahama grinned, revealing an excited expression, and the color of her body changed.

“I’ve always been curious about the abilities of you few as the final qualified candidates. Perhaps we can be a little more open,” Mahama said.

Ruger smiled. This guy still remembered that inexplicable change to the assessment, that trial that made him sit by the roadside crying like a child.

"I'm just a late loser, not a qualified one."

Ruge said casually, but his eyes were fixed on Mahama, and he did not agree to his more open suggestion.

Mahama grinned, said nothing more, and then charged forward with all his might.

Ruger chose the Magic Skin Technique to vent his frustrations, so he wasn't going to back down and naturally strode forward to meet it.

A small tree on the cliff edge, amidst the tangled and intertwined figures, unfortunately broke off.

The banging sounds kept going on and on.

Ruger found himself gradually losing ground.

The dragonborn kobold wasn't as strong as Mahama, nor as thick-skinned as the big guy, but he was tough enough and had plenty of pent-up energy. The sounds of fists clashing and striking various parts of his body were incessant. His powerful regenerative abilities allowed Ruger to hold his own, and for a time, the two were evenly matched—or rather, neither could be brought down.

boom!
Another punch landed hard, and Luger felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but it quickly subsided.

He looked at Mahama, whose magic skin technique had piqued his interest.

He even suspected that the magic skin spell was the opponent's solidified spell, which could manipulate two layers at the same time. It should be said that one spell drove two casting materials, two skins with different effects, which were superimposed to cover this big guy.

Although Ruger did not solidify this spell, he placed it in a temporary spell slot. As a zero-ring spell he had mastered early on, he used it frequently and was quite familiar with it. Mahama's control over the Magic Skin spell was absolutely unparalleled.

Throughout the journey, Ruger also considered changing the spellcasting materials.

To maintain this unique connection with his demonic body and the power of the bull, he never changed his method, always using the piece of the demon's buttocks skin as his spellcasting material.

Luger breathed a sigh of relief.

Another powerful punch landed, widening the distance between the two.

He felt he should become more resilient.

Now that he no longer needs to cooperate with the demon body, he has more options to try.

As the spell was canceled, the changes on his body faded away in an instant.

Mahama was slightly taken aback.

Ruger's body was writhing, and a large number of scales appeared.

He was targeting the dragon scales on his elbows with his spell. Although his dragon scales were technically a degraded version, they were still a decent material for casting magic skin spells.

Ruger can still recall the shock he felt when he first saw the enormous dragon. The huge, black dragon scales were comparable to houses, and the small kobold had to climb them like climbing a mountain. He even learned the art of lightness beforehand to be able to handle the situation.

boom!
The two collided again.

The brutal, visceral outburst caused utter destruction to the flowers, plants, and trees on the cliff edge.

The two didn't stop until it got dark.

The cliff edge had become a complete mess.

Ruge was panting heavily, stretching his neck and shoulders, while Mahama, standing beside him, seemed somewhat displeased.

The two walked down the mountain together.

Luger smiled.

They quickly returned to their room.

He admitted that under these restrictions, he was actually getting beaten up the whole time because his opponent was really tough. But his opponent didn't really defeat him either. It was a small fight that wasn't a matter of life or death. It was a good way to vent his frustration and get some exercise after being cooped up in the room for days. It's just that Mahama didn't seem to have had enough.

Ruger threw himself onto the bed.

After walking back, his injuries had mostly healed, thanks to the generous dragon.

"Ee? Ee-ya!"

The Blood Curse Doll awoke and crawled out of his fur.

Back at the cliff edge, Luger was waving his fists and occasionally had to distract himself to calm it down. The furry little thing would always rush out to show the big guy its sharp black claws.

Luger lay relaxed on the bed, turning his head to look at the little thing.

This time, he took the initiative to awaken it.

During the few days he spent studying his notes and mastering the runes, he also visited Old Ethan's blacksmith shop. Lord Kurt, who was busy and covered in sweat, was naturally generous in offering his advice on some common-sense matters.

For example, for someone like him who gets involved halfway through, could the object of his reliance be a living thing?

(End of this chapter)