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He raised the peach wood sword and aimed it at Yang Ge.

For some reason, he always felt that at times like these, he should shout "Thunder God, help me!"

But I have a bit of a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) mentality, so I gave up.

As an electric spark appeared in the air, a silver snake coiled around An Xin's body, crawling from her torso to her arms, and then to the peach wood sword.

By the time the silver snake converged at the tip of the sword, it had grown to the thickness of a bucket and emitted a low, hoarse roar.

"Ursus swear words!"

Yang Ge was startled and immediately jumped back half a step. He recognized it as Originium Arts. In fact, he had expected that An Xin might have Originium Arts, but he did not expect it to be so powerful!

The silver snake chased after his rear end, seemingly about to bite him, but each time it just missed, slowing down to let him continue running.

Instantly, the Reunion Movement erupted in laughter, with everyone pointing at Yang and laughing out loud.

This has really turned into a performance.

Yang Ge was so angry that his face turned red.

Half a minute later, An Xin canceled the lightning spell, and the snake-like lightning disappeared.

But the places it passed through did not disappear; the lightning melted the snow and scorched the ground.

"Still fighting?"

"I'm not fighting anymore." Yang Ge plopped down on the ground; no one could withstand such a relentless sprint.

He patted his behind, stood up, looked at An Xin, and said, "No, you can't use Originium Arts. Let's fight again!"

There was a collective gasp from the audience, while the Yetis were gloating.

"Come down, Yang Ge, your skills aren't good enough, you can't beat a teacher!"

"Yang Ge, come down."

"Hahaha, Yang Ge."

After his remarks, Yang Ge's face turned red with anger, and he gripped his broadsword tightly.

"Come on up if you dare!"

"Don't talk about that, Teacher An Xin, are you going to fight or not?" Yang Ge turned to ask him.

"You really want to hit me?" An Xin blinked, looking completely harmless.

"Come on, what weapon do you want?" Yang Ge asked An Xin, gripping his broadsword.

“I have weapons, but let’s not use them. How about we have a hand-to-hand combat?” An Xin shook her head and patted the longsword at her waist. “Swords have no eyes; they might hurt the other person. Hand-to-hand combat is better.”

"Sure! Fists and kicks are fine too."

Yang Ge dropped the broadsword.

He desperately needs to save face, otherwise he'll be ridiculed by the Yeti squad for the next month.

"An Xin, I am a disciple of Yumen, please give me your guidance."

He blurted out those words without realizing it, then paused, his body already in the starting stance.

Before his time travel, he received instruction in grappling techniques at the police academy and even practiced a set of fighting skills.

However, this body will still unconsciously use the boxing techniques it has learned since childhood.

Yang Ge charged over and threw a straight punch.

An Xin subconsciously raised her hand, her forearm hitting the side of his fist, pushing outwards with force, while at the same time her right foot kicked forward, striking his shin.

"The lower body is unstable."

"It is neither fully formed nor fully formed."

In an instant, Yang Ge, who was swooping down, tripped and fell face-first in front of An Xin.

He held out his hand. "Get up."

"this......."

Yang didn't even see how he fell, and he lost just like that?

This has really made us a laughing stock.

By the campfire not far away, Patriot turned his head and asked Talulah.

"What do you know about him?"

"Actually, not many. I heard he learned boxing in Yumen and later became my family's bodyguard. That's all."

“His boxing style is interesting.” Patriot nodded. “He’s wasted his talent as a teacher. He should be a born warrior. What race is he?”

“It’s a Qilin, it must be a noble of the Great Yan.” Talulah’s eyes deepened.

"I see, there is such a thunder magic lineage." Patriot said no more.

At this moment, An Xin returned to the dining table, opened the game system, took the roast meat and bread, stuffed them into her mouth, and let the glutton digest more food.

He still hadn't figured out why Lei Fa's level was stuck at level seven.

[Level 6 (+) Originium Arts: Lightning Magic]

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P.S. There was a slight problem with the previous chapter. The Thunder Magic should be level six, but it was stuck at level seven. I accidentally wrote level seven directly. I've corrected it now. Thanks for pointing it out.

Also, thank you all for your votes, for the dog food from the little guy ID, and for the blades from the green-robed thin green-robed.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Applause

I don't know if this only applies to Thunder Magic, or if all skills have this upper limit.

I thought that once I had points, I could keep leveling up, but it seems there are other conditions.

Do I need to spend points to upgrade other skills?

An Xin was unsure.

Although it wouldn't be a waste of points, he still wanted to keep some for a rainy day.

It's hard to say what skills he'll need next—whether it's gluttony, the Magic Eye of Detection, or apprenticing under a master. Each skill has its own unique aspects.

Not to mention the in-game store, which offers at least two thousand points to save for that giant beast trial card.

An Xin tried clicking the plus sign on Lei Fa's screen again.

Insufficient upgrade requirements

Insufficient upgrade requirements

[Note: This is a family tradition. Go home and visit sometime; you might get some useful information.]

After clicking three times in a row, the game system seemed to finally give up on his harassment and issued a prompt.

He suddenly remembered that the initial skill introduction interface stated that the Thunder Magic was more symbolic.

Regardless of whether it's the Great Yan Dynasty or not, thunder magic seems to have a lot of symbolic meaning.

So, is he going back to Da Yan?

Or, where can we get the information from?

If it were only lightning magic, it would be fine, but if every skill was like that, then An Xin would have a real headache.

The main problem is that I can't go back to this place.

If he had the original owner's memories, he could at least pretend in front of his family.

You can't exactly say you have amnesia, can you?

Who are you kidding?

This world is not the same as the previous one. There are all sorts of Originium Arts emerging one after another. If it turns out that he is fake, An Xin feels that the Qilin family is not to be trifled with.

Regardless, level six lightning magic is enough for An Xin to handle most enemies.

Defeating Yang didn't give him a sense of accomplishment; without Yelena's Originium Crystal, he was just an ordinary veteran.

As for people like Kosich, Wei Yanwu, and Patriot, An Xin can't catch up with them in a short time, and he doesn't have the ability to level up Lei Fa to level 10.

I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but An Xin always felt that once any skill reaches level seven, each level will bring about a qualitative change.

Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of points.

An Xin shut down the game system, ate something casually, knowing that today's lessons were definitely over and everyone was celebrating. He wasn't so tactless as to interrupt their fun.

Finally having a chance to eat his fill, he kept stuffing food into his mouth.

While Yang Ge was being laughed at, An Xin ate quite a lot. The feeling of digesting the food was really good, and she could feel a warm current flowing through her body, constantly circulating in her limbs and torso.

If you can eat your fill every day and have Originium Disease inhibitors, you can increase your lifespan by a little each month.

Unfortunately, An Xin had no money.

He only brought four inhibitors. It wasn't that he didn't want to bring more; he simply hadn't expected to stay here for a year.