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Joker Elder tightened his grip on the short staff, looking worried. "I hope Hel knows how to handle things and doesn't ruin this kid."
Pisman stroked his beard, his eyes slightly squinted as if he were deducing something. "Don't worry, Hel knows what he's doing. This kid's potential is beyond even my understanding; he might just surprise us."
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful wave of Fighting Spirit erupted in the valley, accompanied by thunderous roars, clearly indicating that the battle had begun.
"It's started!" Joker Elder's expression sharpened as he fixed his gaze on the direction of the valley.
...
"Come on, Fatty, let me see what progress you've made in these three months!" Pifu said with a hint of disdain on his lips. With a wave of his staff, an ice arrow wrapped in a biting cold wind shot straight at Fatty's face.
Fatty didn't dare to be careless and quickly sidestepped to avoid it, secretly astonished. "What incredible speed!"
"Hmph, too slow!" Pifu's voice came from behind him, followed by a fireball whistling toward him.
Fatty had no choice but to roll on the ground in a panic, narrowly evading the attack.
"Is dodging all you can do? Show me your true skills!" Pifu said, growing impatient as Fatty continued to evade.
"Damn it, this guy's magical attacks are too relentless; I don't have any chance to fight back!" Fatty thought anxiously. He knew that if he kept being passive like this, he would eventually be worn down by Pifu.
"Stay calm, Fatty. Observe his attack rhythm and find his weaknesses!" Hel's voice suddenly rang in Fatty's ear.
Upon hearing this, Fatty was jolted and quickly focused his mind, carefully observing every movement of Pifu.
"Indeed, although his attacks are fast, they are all single-element magic, and his casting movements are quite obvious," the Fatty gradually discovered Pifu's weakness.
"What a good opportunity!" Pifu once again conjured an ice arrow. The Fatty seized the moment, leaping forward without dodging, charging directly toward the ice arrow.
"Seeking death!" Pifu sneered at this sight, thinking that the Fatty's actions were nothing short of self-destruction.
However, in the next moment, the cold smile on Pifu's face instantly froze.
Just as the Fatty was about to collide with the ice arrow, his body suddenly twisted in an odd manner, allowing him to slip through the gap of the ice arrow unscathed and arrive right in front of Pifu.
"How is this possible?!" Pifu was dumbfounded; he never expected that the Fatty could perform such an incredible maneuver.
The Fatty landed on his feet. Before Pifu could react, he swung his fist, which was as large as a cooking pot, with a whistling sound, smashing it fiercely toward Pifu's chest.
"Overestimating yourself!" Pifu regained his senses and sneered. He slightly swayed his body and easily dodged the Fatty's attack.
"Damn it, how is this guy so fast?!" The Fatty was secretly astonished after missing his strike but did not feel discouraged. Instead, he continued to swing his fists and launched a fierce assault on Pifu.
Facing the Fatty's onslaught, Pifu dodged effortlessly while mocking him, "Is this all you've got? Pathetic!"
"Don't underestimate me!" The Fatty roared angrily, intensifying his attacks even more but still failing to land a hit on Pifu.
"Enough!" A voice suddenly rang out. Hel flashed into position between the Fatty and Pifu, blocking the Fatty's attack with his hand. "Fatty, stop! You're not his opponent."
"Teacher..." The Fatty reluctantly ceased his assault, panting heavily with sweat covering his forehead.
"Your strength and speed have improved significantly, but your practical experience is still lacking," Hel said, looking at the chubby guy with a serious tone. "Remember, fighting is not about brute force; you need to think, use your advantages, and find your opponent's weaknesses to achieve ultimate victory."
The chubby guy nodded earnestly, knowing that Hel was right and that he was still too impulsive.
"Pifu, you should also know when to stop," Hel turned to Pifu, his tone carrying a hint of warning.
"Hmph, I just want him to face reality," Pifu replied with a pout, somewhat unconvinced.
"Alright, that's enough training for today," Hel waved his hand, signaling that they could leave.
After bowing to Hel, the chubby guy and Pifu turned and left the training ground.
"Pifu, don't get too cocky; one day, I will defeat you!" The chubby guy clenched his fists and vowed silently as he watched Pifu's departing figure.
Pifu ignored the chubby guy and walked away without a word.
Hel watched the two leave, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He knew there would be an exciting showdown between the chubby guy and Pifu.
Pisman the Great Mage and Joker Elder, dressed in a colorful clown outfit, approached from a distance.
"It seems your apprentice has quite a talent," Pisman said with a smile as he looked at the chubby guy's back.
"His talent is indeed promising, but he still needs to be refined," Hel nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Leave the rest to me," Pisman said with a mysterious smile. He lightly tapped his staff, and a magic circle appeared beneath the chubby guy's feet.
The fat man only felt a powerful suction pulling him in, and before he could react, he was drawn into the magic circle.
"Pisman, what are you doing..." Hel frowned slightly upon seeing this.
"Don't worry, I just want to test his magical talent," Pisman said with a smile.
The magic circle emitted a dazzling light that engulfed the fat man's figure.
Hel and Joker Elder stood in place, quietly waiting for the result.
…
The fat man felt a blur before finding himself in a vast white space.
"Where is this..." he looked around in confusion.
"Welcome to my spiritual world," a commanding voice echoed in his ear.
Following the sound, he saw an elderly man in a purple robe standing before him, his eyes sparkling with wisdom.
"Who... who are you?" the fat man asked nervously.
"I am Pisman," the elder replied calmly. "I am here to test your magical talent."
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