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Pisman took out a delicate silver magnifying glass from his pocket and carefully examined the recording crystals worn by the Fatty and Pifu. These crystals recorded every movement and magical fluctuation during their battles, serving as key data for analyzing combat performance.
"Well... Fatty's power surge has increased by about fifteen percent compared to last time, and his speed has improved by eight percent. It seems that the training from Military Killing Path is indeed effective," Pisman muttered to himself while looking at the recording crystals in his hand.
Hel nodded and said in a low voice, "This kid is indeed a martial arts genius. It's just a pity that he awakened too late. If he had started practicing Military Killing Path a few years earlier, he would probably be a renowned powerhouse by now."
"That's not entirely true. Fatty is only eighteen years old; he's at an age of limitless potential, and there's still plenty of room for improvement in the future," Pisman replied with a smile, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"You’re right," Hel took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Pifu's data, frowning slightly. "However, Pifu seems to be making slow progress."
Pisman adjusted his glasses and carefully reviewed Pifu's combat data, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"Strange... Pifu's magical control has clearly improved quite a bit, but in actual combat, he always seems to fall just short," Pisman murmured, lightly tapping his fingers on the table as if deep in thought.
"Could it be that his bloodline power is affecting his magical performance?" Hel pondered for a moment before offering his speculation.
"Bloodline power?" Pisman suddenly looked up, his gaze intense as he stared at Hel. "Are you saying that the 'blood inheritance' within Pifu might be conflicting with his magical talent?"
"I'm just guessing. After all, 'blood inheritance' is too mysterious, and our understanding of it is quite limited," Hel shook his head, indicating that he wasn't sure either.
"No, Hel, your guess might be closer to the truth," Pisman adjusted his glasses again, the lenses reflecting a cold light. "I remember reading in ancient texts that certain powerful bloodline abilities can indeed have an impact on magical talent and may even create some form of restriction."
Hel pondered for a moment and slowly said, "If that's the case, we must find a solution; otherwise, Pifu's magical talent will be sealed forever."
Pisman nodded, his expression serious as he replied, "You're right. We need to act quickly." He stood up and walked to the bookshelf, starting to browse through various ancient texts in hopes of finding more information about "Blood Inheritance."
Hel walked to the edge of the training ground, watching the chubby boy who was diligently training, lost in thought.
The setting sun cast its warm glow over the training ground, elongating the chubby boy's figure. He swung a heavy battle axe, sweat soaking his clothes, yet he seemed oblivious to fatigue, tirelessly practicing. Each swing cut through the air with a sharp whoosh, as if he were tearing the atmosphere apart.
"Chubby, that's enough for today," Hel said as he approached the boy and patted him on the shoulder.
The boy stopped his movements, wiped the sweat from his face, and looked up at Hel with a puzzled expression. "Teacher Hel, what's wrong? Did I not do well enough?"
"No, you did great. Today's training is sufficient," Hel shook his head and replied gently. "I have something to discuss with Master Pismann; you should head back and rest."
"Oh, okay." The boy nodded obediently despite his confusion and turned to walk back to the dormitory.
Hel watched him leave before turning and walking into Pisman's study.
"How's it going, Master Pismann? Have you found any clues?" Hel asked as he entered the study and saw Pisman buried in a pile of ancient texts.
"Not yet," Pisman replied, lifting his head and rubbing his swollen temples with a hint of fatigue in his voice. "There are very few records about 'Blood Inheritance,' and most are vague and unclear, making it difficult to find useful information."
Hel walked over to the desk and picked up an ancient book to browse through it, his brow furrowing deeper with concern.
"It seems we need to find another way," Hel said gravely as he set down the ancient book in his hands.
"You mean..." Pisman raised his head, a hint of inquiry in his gaze.
"Yes, let's pay a visit to that Hermit," Hel nodded, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Pisman's expression also grew serious. That Hermit was one of the most learned individuals on the continent; perhaps he knew some secrets about the 'Bloodline Legacy.' However, he was also known for his eccentric personality, making it no easy task to extract information from him.
"I understand what you mean," Pisman took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Then it's settled. We'll set off early tomorrow morning."
Hel nodded, and the two exchanged a glance filled with resolve.
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