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Hel patted the Fatty on the shoulder, his tone encouraging: "Come on, Fatty, let me see your understanding of the Military Killing Path Magic Circle. Remember, focus and feel the flow of energy."
Fatty took a deep breath, knowing the importance of this attempt, not just to prove himself but to master this powerful force. He walked to the center of the magic circle, closed his eyes, and tried to recall every detail that Hel had explained. The magic circle emitted a faint glow, its complex patterns resembling a labyrinth, seemingly mocking Fatty's audacity.
"Concentrate, Fatty!" Hel's voice rang in his ears, reminding him not to get distracted.
Fatty nodded, slowly raising his hands. Following Hel's instructions, he began to try to guide the energy within him. He felt a warm current surging through his veins, attempting to break free from some kind of restraint. However, every time he tried to push further, an invisible resistance would push him back, preventing him from advancing.
"Damn it!" Fatty couldn't help but curse as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
"Don't be impatient, Fatty. Control your breathing and feel the flow of energy," Pisman reminded him from the side, adjusting his pointed hat with a look of curiosity in his eyes.
Fatty took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He carefully recalled Hel's breathing techniques, trying to combine them with the operation of the magic circle. Time passed slowly; Fatty felt as if he were lost in a fog without any direction.
"Hahaha, Fatty! With your clumsy self, do you really think you can crack the Military Killing Path Magic Circle? Don't waste your effort!" A harsh laugh came from afar; it was a few Noble Scions training with Pifu.
Fatty gritted his teeth and tried hard to ignore their taunts. He kept attempting again and again but failed each time; the energy fluctuations of the magic circle became increasingly unstable.
"Be careful!" Hel suddenly changed his expression and shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the magic circle erupted with a strong light that enveloped Fatty. He felt a powerful force surge into his body; it felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart. The intense pain made him cry out in agony.
"Fatty!" Pifu exclaimed in shock and rushed forward to check on him but was stopped by Hel.
"Don't come near!" Hel said sternly. "The backlash from the magic circle is no joke."
As the light dissipated, Fatty collapsed onto the ground, pale and trembling all over. He felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell; all his strength had been drained away.
"Hahaha, serves you right! Overestimating yourself!" Those Noble Scions laughed even more recklessly at Fatty's miserable state.
Fatty struggled to get up, but his body seemed unresponsive. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh without feeling any pain. He knew he had failed—and failed miserably.
"Fatty, are you okay?" Pifu approached him with concern.
The chubby man shook his head and remained silent. He didn't want Pifu to see his weak side, nor did he want to give satisfaction to those who mocked him. He reached out to support the chubby man but was gently pushed away.
"I'm fine," the chubby man said in a low, hoarse voice, "just... a bit exhausted."
He tried hard to appear relaxed, not wanting Pifu and Hel to worry about him. He knew his earlier performance must have been terrible, but he didn't want to give up. He had to crack the Military Killing Path Magic Circle and prove his strength to everyone.
Taking a deep breath, the chubby man's gaze fell back on the magic circle before him. This time, he was more focused and cautious. He carefully recalled every detail, every movement, and every key point that Hel had taught him.
He slowly raised his right hand, fingers gradually spreading apart, palm facing the center of the magic circle. His gaze was firm and determined, as if he intended to see through the entire magic circle.
"What are you doing, chubby?" Pifu asked in confusion. "Are you going to try again? Didn't Instructor Hel say we should stop for today…"
"Shh!" The chubby man suddenly interrupted Pifu, signaling him to be quiet.
Pifu was taken aback for a moment but then closed his mouth, watching the chubby man silently. He knew that the chubby man needed absolute focus right now; any distraction could ruin everything.
Ignoring Pifu, the chubby man concentrated fully on controlling the magic power within him, guiding it along a specific path. He felt a powerful force surging inside him, as if it were about to burst forth at any moment.
"Focus! Don't get distracted!" Hel's voice echoed in the chubby man's ear, like a sudden awakening that brought him back to clarity.
The chubby man gritted his teeth, struggling to control the raging magic power within him. Sweat dripped continuously from his forehead, but he was oblivious to it.
The energy fluctuations of the magic circle grew more intense, and the surrounding space began to warp with a buzzing sound.
"Chubby, be careful!" Pifu exclaimed, wanting to step forward to stop him but was held back by Pisman.
"Don't go over there; it's too late to stop him now!" Pisman said in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the changes in the magic circle.
The light of the magic circle became increasingly blinding. The chubby man felt as if he had been thrown into a giant furnace, his entire body being scorched; the intense pain nearly made him lose consciousness.
"Hang in there! Chubby! You're almost there!" Hel's voice echoed in the chubby man's ear, giving him boundless strength.
The chubby man gritted his teeth, pouring every last bit of his strength into the magic circle.
Boom!
The magic circle suddenly erupted with dazzling light, and a powerful wave of energy swept across the entire training ground.
Dust flew everywhere, obscuring the sky.
"Cough, cough, cough..." The chubby man was knocked to the ground by the forceful blast, coughing violently.
He struggled to lift his head and looked toward the magic circle.
As the light of the magic circle gradually faded, a tall figure slowly appeared before everyone.
"What is that?!" a Noble Scion exclaimed, his voice filled with fear.
The chubby man thought he had failed, but the light from the magic circle coalesced into a phantom—a soldier clad in black armor, wielding a massive battle axe, appeared before them.
This Phantom Soldier exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, as if it were a messenger from hell. The laughter of the Noble Scion abruptly stopped, and both Hel and Pisman showed expressions of shock; they never expected that the chubby man had truly summoned the power of the Military Killing Path.
The chubby man struggled to stand up, feeling an unprecedented strength surging within him. He clenched his fists, his eyes shining with determination.
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