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"Testing my magical talent?" The chubby man was slightly taken aback, somewhat confused.
Pisman smiled faintly and pointed ahead, saying, "Do you see that stone?"
The chubby man followed Pisman's point direction and saw a large black stone floating not far away. The surface of the stone was as smooth as a mirror, emanating a mysterious aura.
"I see it," the chubby man nodded.
"Use your mental power to feel it," Pisman instructed.
"Mental power?" The chubby man furrowed his brow; it was the first time he had heard this term.
"It's the force in your mind," Pisman explained. "Everyone has mental power; it's just a matter of strength. A magician is someone who uses their mental power to the fullest."
The chubby man nodded, somewhat understanding, then closed his eyes and focused on the black stone.
After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face filled with astonishment.
"I... I felt it!" he stammered, "I felt a powerful force coming from that stone!"
A glimmer of appreciation flashed in Pisman's eyes as he continued, "Now, try to control it with your mental power."
"Control it?" The chubby man was taken aback for a moment, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.
This time, he felt as if his mental power had transformed into an invisible hand, slowly reaching toward the black stone.
The moment his mental power made contact with the black stone, a powerful suction force pulled him in, drawing all of his mental energy inside.
The chubby man suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, as if the entire world had flipped upside down.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange space.
This space was not large, only about several dozen square meters in size. The walls around him were covered with dense magical runes, emitting a faint magical glow.
In the center of the space floated a fist-sized blue flame, dancing as if it were alive.
"What is this place?" the chubby man asked curiously as he looked around.
"This is your spiritual world," the voice of Pisman echoed in his ear. "That flame is formed from your mental energy."
"My mental energy?" The chubby man gazed at the blue flame, astonishment filling his eyes. "How can my mental energy be so strong?"
Pisman shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Your mental energy is the strongest I have ever seen, even stronger than mine."
"Stronger than yours?" The chubby man's eyes widened in disbelief.
Pisman was one of the most powerful wizards on the continent; how could his mental energy be inferior to that of the chubby man?
"How is that possible?" the chubby man murmured to himself.
Pisman smiled slightly and said, "There's nothing impossible. Everyone has their own talents; your talent is mental energy."
"But... but I don't know any magic," the chubby man said with some frustration.
"Who says mental power can only be used for practicing magic?" Pisman retorted, "Mental power has many other uses, for example..."
At this point, Pisman paused and then pointed to the blue flame, saying, "Control it!"
Upon hearing this, the chubby boy immediately focused his mind and tried to use his mental power to control the blue flame.
At first, the blue flame showed no reaction, but as the chubby boy continued to try, the blue flame finally began to move slowly.
"It's moving! It's moving!" the chubby boy exclaimed excitedly.
"Very good!" Pisman nodded in approval. "Keep going!"
Under Pisman's guidance, the chubby boy began to attempt controlling the blue flame to perform various actions.
From simple movements to complex transformations, the chubby boy's ability to control with mental power was rapidly improving.
"This is amazing!" he said while controlling the blue flame, "I feel my mental power getting stronger!"
Pisman looked at him with a sense of satisfaction in his eyes.
This little chubby boy had indeed not disappointed him.
"Now, try to condense a weapon using your mental power," Pisman instructed.
"A weapon?" The chubby boy was taken aback for a moment, then closed his eyes and began trying to condense a weapon with his mental power.
Time passed second by second, and sweat had already covered the chubby man's forehead, but he still did not give up.
Finally, after countless attempts, a long sword made of blue flames slowly formed in the chubby man's hand.
The sword emitted a scorching aura, with fierce flames burning along its blade, as if it aimed to incinerate everything in its path.
"I did it!" The chubby man opened his eyes, looking at the long sword in his hand, his face filled with excitement.
"Pisman" nodded and said, "Good. Now, attack me!"
"Attack you?" The chubby man was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I can't attack you."
"This is an order!" "Pisman" said in a deep voice.
The chubby man hesitated for a moment but ultimately raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at "Pisman."
"I'm coming!" he shouted loudly, swinging the long sword as he charged toward "Pisman."
"Pisman" stood still, showing no expression on his face.
Just as the chubby man's long sword was about to strike "Pisman," he suddenly extended his right hand and pinched the sword between two fingers effortlessly.
"What?!" The chubby man widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Pisman" smiled slightly and said, "Your mental control ability is already quite strong, but your combat experience is still lacking."
After finishing his words, Pisman flicked his wrist, and the fat man's long sword instantly transformed into sparks, dissipating into the air.
The fat man staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground with a thud.
"I... I lost," the fat man said dejectedly.
"Victory and defeat are common in battle; there's no need to dwell on it," Pisman said calmly. "You have great talent. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will surely achieve greatness in the future."
The fat man nodded and said with determination, "I will work hard!"
"Very good," Pisman replied with satisfaction, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, today's test ends here."
The fat man felt a blur before he returned to the real world.
"How was it? What were the results?" Hel asked anxiously as soon as the fat man woke up.
"The results..." The fat man glanced at Pisman, hesitating to speak.
Pisman smiled slightly and said, "The results are excellent. His mental strength is incredibly strong, even stronger than mine."
"What?!" Hel exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
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