Chapter 33: Glenn Killed Two
Translator: John Cui Editor: Zayn
With the consumption of some magical stones, Glenn was squeezed as thin as lasagna on the
scale before he disappeared.
“Ah!” Glenn had passed through time and space to arrive at the Bramble Forest, the designated
place of killing. Glenn almost vomited after the displacement. He had not dabbled with
Hematology Sorcery, which could provide greater endurance and make one less prone to gross
things.
Glenn was not a moron to let his guard down even though he was caught by dizziness. He
observed that two students were confronting each other about ten meters away.
Glenn could discern that neither of them belonged to his school based on the marks on their
foreheads. Actually, one of them was from the Ivory Castle School of Sorcerers, and the other
came from the Compass School. Glenn had overheard their hostile conversation before his
existence was detected by them.
“They are not my school fellas and even if they are, that are still my enemies. Things may be
slightly different for members from the Death Sail League,” Glenn said to himself and stealthily
regarded the two students before him as irreconcilable adversaries.
Glenn was wearing his Ashen Mask and that hindered them from recognizing the mark on
Glenn’s forehead. Thus, they had no idea if Glenn was one of their own guys. Then again,
proximity of relationships didn’t waiver a person from being an enemy. The simple truth
applied for Glenn and them, too.
Catching that Glenn was breathing heavily and was at the verge of sickening, they transferred
their ire on Glenn simultaneously, as if there was an agreement in effect, binding them to do so.
The two students took the first strikes. With a mutter of spells, a short yet pointed knife
approached towards Glenn and in a split of second, an icicle hurtled behind the knife, as if the
former was chasing the latter.
Glenn was still trying to recover from his sickness and was sort of reeling when he was
suddenly faced with the brutal and violent attacks. Since running or dodging were not an
option, he produced the defense shield by virtue of his Ashen Mask.
As you might recall, the Mask offered extraordinary defensive power by creating a shield to
assist in countering an attack, and offenses below 20 points would simply be bounced off.
“Clank, clank!” The knife hit the shield and bounced off to a stone on the ground, followed by a
shower of broken pieces of the icicle.
‘Less than 20 points power of attack! That is weak!’ Glenn thought to himself. He was aware of
their powerlessness since their weapons were both destroyed by his shield.
It was commonplace for students to not be able to produce over 20 points power of offense
because most of them only had a mental strength limited within 10 to 17 degrees, with only a
three-year meditation to stimulate the strength up.
The number of those whose mental strength had reached 24 degrees or more, like Glenn
himself, could be counted on one’s fingers..
The two students gaped anxiously at Glenn as if he was a wild animal who was ready to get
them. And they wondered what power was hiding beneath that mask.
One of them came to himself apparently more quickly than the other and ran away immediately
by reaching a much greater pace with the help of an Acceleration Sorcery. This condemned the
other student to be a much easier prey to Glenn. And Glenn would not let go of an easy prey.
Glenn produced a firebird, which flew at the student in an agile manner.
The student caught on fire and burned wildly as he screamed miserably.
As was illustrated by Sorcerer Elaine on the Basics of Sorceries, the firebird was a fancier form
of attack with much higher degrees of energy; it could be as high as 70 points. As a result, the
poor student was burnt out in a few minutes.
Thanks to the killing, the mark on Glenn’s forehead became clearer.
“Burp.” Glenn finally had the chance to throw up.
“It could be easily mastered, but it would come with a cost. The cultivator was likely to be
deformed in some way.” Glenn hassled with the strong points and weak points of cultivating
the Hematology Sorcery.
Glenn regained his vigor and pulled out his crystal ball from his coat to try to contact Lafite and
the others.
The marked 200 square kilometers area was too expansive for the crystal ball to cover. Its
coverage was, in effect, a range of merely 10 kilometers, allowing for the average level of the
Glenn pulled out a vial of potion, and it gave out a scent of no decent nature as Glenn opened it.
The odd scent dissipated through the shield and filled the air. The forceful wasps were dispelled
and fled away as if there was a flood washing them.
The wasps gone, Glenn was covering his mouth to protect himself from the foul odor. Suddenly,
a few meters away from him, something in the bush moved.
Glenn approached toward the bush for a few steps but stopped. Although the first day mirrors
had not arrived and thus only a few students would have the upper hand without its help, there
were gifted ones like Kyrie and Bionna, and his enemies might be from other sorcery schools of
which he had little knowledge. And what if it was a wild hog or something whose impact was
too strong for the shield to hold?
As Glenn was thinking how he would deal with the thing in the bush, it moved again. Glenn
took a couple of steps further toward it. The thing suddenly broke the entangled and unkempt
branches and emerged.
"Ha, a man!" Glenn sneered.
The man appeared rather panicked. He must have seen how Glenn defeated the former two
students and the wasps and thought Glenn was too powerful to have as an enemy.. Before
saying anything, he had scuttled.
Glenn extended his right arm towards the man and a vine appeared. The vine crept quickly yet
tenaciously along the ground and tripped the escaping man by tying his ankles.
It was the magical tool Lafite sent him that had produced the vine.
"Humph, such a lame sorcery is gonna get me?" The man puffed and his feet slowly turned into
a pair of bovine hooves and easily got out of the vine ring.
As the man stood up and got ready to run again, Glenn started the Firebird and sent the fire to
chase him.
It seemed that this man was stronger than the former two, and he had mastered some quite
good sorceries. Right before the fire was going to catch him, he melted into a ball of blood and
spurted away.
Glenn came to where the man had vanished, looking a little bit downcast, but he found some
blood stains on the ground.
"Haha, you idiot. You left your personal information? Let's see if you've raised Symbiotic Insects
or not.” Glenn laughed insidiously.
Glenn set up an altar and put a straw man on the center of it. He then dipped his finger on the
blood stain and chanted. As Glenn was murmuring, a cloud of red mist floated upwards.
The escaping man halted a few minutes later when he had made sure that Glenn was not
following and was sure that he had surely exceeded the attack range of the fire bird.
"Luck is so against me! The first day being in this damn place and I came across such a freak!"
The man complained.
The next second, he broke out in cold sweat and suddenly he could not see anything.
"No, no... I am cursed!" The man became desperate and scurried around in blindness.
Glenn tracked him down half an hourglass later using his enhanced odor discerning capability
and found him burnt out because of the curse.
"You poor silly soul. Why did you cultivate such a sorcery for running? And you haven't bred
your Symbiotic insects. That is suicide."
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