Mixed Blessing System

[Name: Lothur Ritter]

[Physique: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger]

[Bloodline: Life Devourer]

[Cultivation: level 13]

[STR: 79.8] [CON: 303.7] [DEX: 74.7] [AGI: 87.9]

[INT: 102.7] [PER: 144.1] [WIL: 102.1]

[EVF: 0]

Lothur saw his status with his improvements, feeling a good feeling of progress as he tried to understand his new abilities.

He was not a soul cultivator, so he could not control his body's spiritual energy outside of it. But that did not mean he could not do things out of the ordinary!

Techniques for soul or body cultivators depended on Natural Laws. And these, the more deeply one understood them, the more extraordinary one's achievements would be, whether a soul cultivator, a body cultivator or both.

Because of this, even without being able to use energy to create spiritual attacks, creating objects, and special attacks with his powers, Lothur could do other things, like attract his own weapon via his understanding of certain types of Laws in this technique.

That was the case with such an art. After he achieved the Master level, he connected himself more deeply to his weapon and moved it as if it were an extension of his body.

Weapons could 'connect' to their owners because of something called Spiritual Leak, an effect present in humanoid cultivators.

That basically involved the 'loss' of small fractions of that organism's aura, something that happened without interruption and could not be reset, no matter the level of that individual.

From this aura constantly leaked from cultivators, artifacts, in general, could 'connect' to these beings and have their ownership claimed by them.

Because of this, once his understanding of the Laws regarding the Art of Tearing Down Trees elevated, Lothur immediately connected to his weapon.

But it was not only in this technique that he improved and gained new abilities!

Like a curious person, upon feeling the strange sensation in his body, Lothur tried to do things differently.

He activated his movement technique and went towards the yellow crocodile, surprising it with his move.

When Lothur moved, his speed created a mirage effect, making it appear that two of him were moving, the real him and his afterimage.

The crocodile did not expect this and was confused, not knowing who the real Lothur was, as this man quickly approached it.

Steel Body!

Lothur clenched one of his fists tightly and felt as if his right arm muscles, tendons, and bones were being covered by metal before he punched this being in the jaw.

Pow!

As he did so, he felt his defensive technique becoming useful to attack for the first time, increasing his attack power by more than 15%.

With that surprise blow from Lothur, that crocodile was pushed back a few meters as it felt pain in its jaw, grunting incomprehensible things to the human there.

"You bastard! You will pay me!" The crocodile yelled as it jumped forward with its mouth open, trying to bite one of this human's arms.

But when he saw this, Lothur quickly threw a series of daggers he had hidden in his clothes at the demon, who was getting up after finishing recovering from injuries from earlier.

The daggers made curves as they made their way to the demon, showing something that seemed impossible for those beasts there.

When it stood up and tried to put up a defensive position against its enemies, the demon was suddenly hit from behind by three heavy daggers.

Then, as it felt pain, it felt its body being thrown in the direction of the crocodile.

"Oh, shit..." It screamed again, feeling the terror of being constantly used by Lothur against these Transcendent beasts.

Before the violent bite of that being could hit Lothur, he saw the demon's body falling into the open mouth of the yellow crocodile.

Lothur smiled and moved back, letting that beast chew the fetid body of that blue creature.

The smell of demons was not only terrible for humans, but it was also awful for spiritual beasts!

As such, in that instant, the crocodile felt the most disgusting thing in its entire existence oozing from its razor-sharp teeth.

"Damn, I'm going to puke!" It felt goosebumps run down its spine and shouted this for everyone there to understand it.

With this shout, Lothur's fight with these beasts finally ended, as one suffered from an urge to vomit, and the other squirmed, feeling its privates aching.

Lothur saw this and sighed, satisfied with his intense training with these level 16 creatures.

'Not bad...'

'Not bad at all!' He looked down at his fists, feeling that with this advance in mastery, he was reaching the level of the strongest in Peters City.

'I'm probably still no stronger than level 16 humans, but beasts of that level probably can't threaten me anymore.' He judged this, considering that humans had powerful advantages in fighting against beasts of the same level because they had soul cultivation and manipulated energy outside their bodies.

'But I judge that I am not so far below people like Mabel...' His eyes narrowed as he thought of his hateful mother-in-law.

Lothur then clenched one of his fists. 'If that curse troubles me in the future, I don't know if I will be able to hold on just because she is the mother of my women.'

But then he noticed the beasts looking in his direction and turned to them. "Are you guys going to want to continue this here?" He made a fighting stance toward the six individuals watching him.

The six swallowed their saliva and took steps back, averting their gazes so Lothur would not think the wrong thing of them.

Lothur understood that they did not want any trouble with him and smiled before walking over to the side of the vomiting crocodile to wait for the demon to unite into one body again.

The demon's regeneration ability was fantastic, a level higher than what Lothur currently had.

This young man recovered very quickly, but if his brain or heart were destroyed, he would die and would not be able to recover.

That did not happen with demons!

They recovered even when these important parts of their bodies were destroyed!

But this had a cost!

Power like that did not come for free. Every time a demon recovered from high-level damage, like what had just happened there, it became less rational and more aggressive.

That was one of the reasons why low-talented creatures of this race were so violent. They usually suffered more because of their low talents and became that way!

Lothur slowly realized this with this creature in front of him, who was becoming increasingly irritable with him, even considering how calm this Monarch demon was.

'Save your hatred for later, demon.' Lothur looked it in the eye and laughed as he stepped on the chest of this 'defenseless' blue being. 'Let's see if you can improve your constitution before I absorb more EVF points.'

So, when that creature was whole again, he soon made his way toward the inside of that maze in front of this entrance.

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