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The fat man wiped the sweat from his face, staring defiantly at Lord Hel. His unwavering gaze seemed to say, "Come again!"
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Lord Hel's mouth as he shifted his steps, vanishing like a ghost before the fat man's eyes once more.
The fat man felt a chill in his heart and dared not be careless. He closed his eyes, concentrating all his attention on sensing the subtle changes around him. The wind howled in his ears, and Lord Hel's Fighting Spirit fluctuated around him, like a cunning leopard waiting for the right moment to strike.
Suddenly, the fat man sensed a faint movement of air coming from his left side. Almost instinctively, he leaped to the right, narrowly avoiding an attack from Lord Hel that came from the left.
"Not bad, your reactions are getting faster," Lord Hel's voice came from behind the fat man, tinged with a hint of admiration.
The fat man felt a surge of joy, but before he could revel in it for too long, Lord Hel's voice rang out again: "However, merely dodging is not enough; you need to learn to anticipate my attacks."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, Lord Hel's figure disappeared once more.
This time, the fat man did not wait passively. Drawing on his previous experience, he began to try to predict Lord Hel's attack direction. He carefully recalled each of Lord Hel's previous strikes, analyzing his attack patterns and movements.
Lord Hel's attack speed was incredibly fast and varied, but the fat man noticed that there was always a slight pause before each of his attacks, as if he were gathering strength.
"Now's my chance!" The fat man's heart raced. The moment he sensed Lord Hel's presence, he lunged forward and rolled to the left just in time to narrowly evade an overhead strike from Lord Hel.
"Thud!" The fat man crashed heavily to the ground, but he paid no mind to the pain and immediately got back up, excitedly shouting, "Lord Hel, I dodged it! I anticipated your attack!"
Lord Hel looked at the fat man with a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes but maintained a stern tone as he replied, "You only anticipated one attack. What is there to be proud of? Keep training!"
The chubby guy chuckled, knowing that Hel was encouraging him, so he threw himself even more into his training.
At the foot of the mountain, Joker Elder watched as the chubby guy dodged Hel's attacks again and again within the magic circle, unable to hold back his applause: "Good lad, you're getting better and better!"
Pisman looked at the magic circle with a serious expression, a glimmer of thought in his eyes. He murmured to himself, "This chubby guy's perception and reaction speed have far exceeded that of ordinary people. Could it be..."
Meanwhile, Pifu stood at a distance, watching the chubby guy train, his expression growing darker. His hands were tightly clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, yet he remained oblivious to the pain.
"Damn chubby guy, I must surpass you!"
Pifu looked at the chubby guy sweating profusely on the training ground, a sneer curling at the corners of his mouth. He disdainfully snorted and walked gracefully to the edge of the training area, clapping his hands to draw everyone's attention.
"Well, isn't this our esteemed Tenth Prince? What brings you here today?" Joker Elder was the first to react, greeting him with a smile but laced with mockery.
Pifu ignored Joker Elder's sarcastic tone and walked straight up to the chubby guy, looking down at him arrogantly as he said, "Chubby guy, let's have a match."
The chubby guy was startled by this sudden challenge; he gasped for breath and asked in confusion, "A match? What are we competing in?"
"Naturally, we will compete in practical abilities," Pifu replied as he waved his right hand lightly. A delicate silver staff appeared in his grasp, topped with a large blue gem that emitted a faint magical aura.
"We are both magicians, so we will duel with magic," Pifu continued. "However, to be fair, I won't use any advanced magic; I'll only use basic spells to compete with you."
"What?!" Before the chubby guy could respond, Joker Elder couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey, Pifu, you're a mid-level mage, and you want to compete in basic magic against an apprentice? That's just too unfair!"
"Hmph, I'm giving him a chance," Pifu snorted coldly. "If he can't even withstand my basic magic, then he has no right to make me go all out."
"I accept your challenge!" The chubby guy replied before Hel and Pisman could voice their opinions. He looked at Pifu with determination, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.
Hel observed the enthusiastic chubby guy and nodded slightly. He turned to Pisman and said, "Master Pismann, you set the rules."
"Alright," Pisman agreed. He walked to the center of the training ground, formed hand seals, and began to chant incantations. As he recited his spell, intricate magical patterns appeared on the ground, and a massive circular barrier enveloped the entire training area.
"This barrier can prevent any magical energy from leaking out and can withstand mid-level magical attacks," Pisman explained. "Within this barrier, you can freely cast spells without worrying about harming anyone else."
"Then let's get started," Pifu said eagerly, excitement gleaming in his eyes as he couldn't wait to see the chubby guy's embarrassing moments.
"Be careful, buddy," Hel patted the chubby guy's shoulder and whispered a reminder.
Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, the chubby guy clenched his fists and fixed his determined gaze on Pifu. An exciting showdown was about to unfold.
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