Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"Lane, what exactly is the difference between the 'Moth' and the 'Fisherman'? They both seem to be skilled in mental and illusionary magic."

Even now, as she charged towards Matt, Mian still remembered the question she had asked Ryan during the last half hour of her foreign language class this morning.

He also remembered Ryan's response to him after that.

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"If there's one most significant difference, it's that the 'Moths' are more adaptable. No one can truly understand what spells they possess, because their magic changes almost constantly based on their mood and the circumstances. This is why they can create the most troublesome illusions. The 'Fishermen,' on the other hand, are the complete opposite."

Ryan replied as follows:

"The Fisherman's magic always requires meticulous preparation and a methodical approach. It's about using past efforts to conquer an uncertain future. The Fisherman typically lacks the agility of the Moth, but conversely, that carefully prepared, charged strike is always unstoppable."

It was after hearing these words that Mian realized that without the cheat code, he would probably indeed be a "fisherman," always thinking of keeping a backup plan.

That's why he made that request to Ryan later.

"I see. Then we won't be learning Sumanan for the remaining half hour. Tell me, what's the most powerful spell you know?"

"What's the point of telling you?"

Ryan tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"You haven't been to the outer wall yet, so you couldn't possibly cast that spell."

Mian, however, didn't care at all, and simply said:

"I know, so all I ask is that you tell me what the incantation to chant and the hand seals to make are for casting that spell. In the remaining half hour, I will do my best to memorize them."

Ryan blinked at this, and under the ring's forced command, she could only obediently open her mouth and chant the incantation.

"Jagento..."

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"...Jagentodoremigia d'Aranddofamia...The crescent moon shines on the earth, and the servants of the foam will raise their long swords."

Mian memorized the difficult-to-recite incantation and chanted it at this critical moment. Immediately, the illusion spell that had been pre-engraved on his arm was activated. Under the pressure of the spell, the blood in his body seeped from his skin and turned into two misty humanoid shapes.

Even Mian's own body was covered by the mist. Three blurry figures attacked Matt together.

This is not a lethal spell—the Clover Forest that was involved last night has never had a way to obtain such a spell—this is just a smokescreen.

But at this moment, Mian was going to use this illusion, along with the spell whose specific meaning even he didn't understand, to confuse Matt in front of him.

As expected, upon hearing the incantation and witnessing the changes in Mian, Matt's face turned serious. Three of the four freely extending tentacles instantly retracted, blocking Matt's path.

"They actually possess such magic?"

Matt's expression suddenly turned serious, but then a smile returned to his lips.

"But in the end, it's just a trivial skill. Even if you mastered this kind of magic, could you get close to me?"

Two of the three tentacles that were positioned in front of him instantly unfurled, piercing the air with a sharp shriek, and stabbed precisely and ruthlessly at the two blood mist phantoms that rushed towards him.

The third tentacle, like a venomous python waiting for its prey, was poised to strike, firmly locking onto Mian's body. Whether Mian continued to charge or retreated, this deadly tentacle would deliver a thunderous blow in an instant.

Mian's goal was never to attack! He needed time!

The moment the two phantoms were shattered, Mian's charge came to an abrupt halt. Instead of trying to bypass the third tentacle, he stumbled sideways.

The wound under his shoulder blade was aggravated, and the exertion of creating two mist clones caused intense pain that made his face turn ashen, and large beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"cough!"

He coughed painfully, but the action aggravated his internal organs, causing a trickle of bright red blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

Even so, Mian did not stop his charge. Ignoring the risk of blood loss, Mian activated his magic, creating more misty illusions, dodging tentacles, leaping over rubble, and relentlessly closing in on Matt.

They moved to within ten steps of Matt. Just as the sword tip was about to touch Matt, a fifth tentacle suddenly emerged from the pile of rocks that had been destroyed by the tentacles, thrusting straight towards Mian's chest.

Mian couldn't dodge in time and could only use his sword to block and deflect, but the tentacle still pierced into his other shoulder blade.

Mian knew he absolutely could not stop; if he did, his outward strength would be exposed as hollow, and he would only die faster in the end. He had to buy enough time before that turning point arrived.

Mian wrestled with the tentacles, trying to continue moving forward across the distance that was so close yet so far away.

Matt's inhuman pupils were fixed on Mian, his sharp gaze sweeping over his pale face, trembling hands, and blood-soaked upper body.

A hint of doubt arose in Matt's mind.

What on earth is this guy doing? Is he trying to decide the outcome with a spell? With that kind of physique? What is he thinking? Or is he...?

"Mr. Matt!"

As if seeing through the hesitation in Matt's eyes, and not giving him a chance to think, Mian spoke again.

"If you want to cooperate with us, this is your last chance. I may be physically weak, but I have a few trump cards up my sleeve, and my partners are no pushovers either."

Matt responded with a mocking expression.

"Ha, Mr. Wang He, you still want to fool me? There are three of you: a weak mortal, a novice fisherman, and the only one who's definitely got some skill, the big-bearded guy, who's not here right now. Before this, the only thing I couldn't figure out was your strength, but now it seems that was just a charade. I never need the help of such a weakling. The best use you can be for me is to die here."

Two tentacles entangled Leo, who was trying to help, while two other tentacles split into two directions, attacking Mian. Matt thought the man before him was already in dire straits, but unexpectedly, he saw a smile on the man's face.

"Four people? It seems you've forgotten someone."

Who have you forgotten?

Upon hearing this, Matt's mind flashed with the image of a certain girl, but before he could react, a hand suddenly pierced through his chest from behind.