The Terra Dragon's meat was sour and tough.
Even though the piece of meat in front of Grim was already cooked, it was still extremely difficult for him to swallow it. Grimm turned around and looked at the other two who were happily munching on the meat. He even suspected that they had enchanted their teeth with 'Tear' and 'Pierce'. Otherwise, how could they chew on the meat that was much tougher than rhinoceros skin?
Grim ate slowly, but he was determined.
Especially when he immersed part of his mind in his mind and watched his vitality and spiritual force slowly increase, he became even more determined to eat. However, this was something that only he could do. After all, it was not possible for an ordinary person to detect the three or four decimal points of a person's body.
After eating one piece, another piece came up. The total volume of the two pieces of meat was definitely more than three times the size of his stomach, but he still chose to swallow them. In the end, he had no time to savor the taste of the meat. Instead, he forced himself to put the meat in his mouth and swallow it with all his might.
Every piece of meat, every piece of meat, as it slid down his esophagus, emitted an elemental aura that made Grim's body and mind feel happy. It was the smell of fire elemental particles!
Normally, if Grim wanted to increase his spiritual force, he could only rely on meditation for four hours a day and constantly absorb the fire elemental particles in the space in his spiritual world. This process usually increased the upper limit of his spiritual force. It was like the spiritual sea was a pond with a boundary. Daily rest was just a process to refill the pond, but meditation could expand the boundary of the pond.
In Grim's previous understanding, other than meditation, the only way to increase the upper limit of spiritual force was to take a special spiritual force potion. But today's "food" made him understand that apart from meditation and potions, there was another way to slowly increase the quality of a wizard apprentice's body.
Although taking a large amount of potions could increase spiritual force quickly, it would usually damage the other attributes of the body. However, "food" could slowly and gradually increase spiritual force. The benefits it brought to the apprentice were similar to meditation, but there was only benefit and no harm.
At the very least, Grim had heard that the Spirit Concentration Potion he had just obtained would increase his mental strength at the cost of his physique. Therefore, such a potion could not be consumed in large quantities within a short period of time. Otherwise, Grim would definitely turn into a skeleton like Blackwood.
While thinking about the combination of food and Concentration Potion, a piece of meat was stuck in Grim's throat. He could neither spit it out nor swallow it, so he could only drink the blood-red liquid in one gulp.
Like a line of fire flowing through his mouth and esophagus, Grimm's face instantly turned red, and the skin under his delicate face swelled up to the point where it looked like it was about to drip blood.
This … this is the blood of the Earth Fire Dragon!
The fire elements contained in the Earth Fire Dragon's flesh and blood were constantly being released, absorbed and fused by the abnormally hungry body. When Grim swallowed the last piece of meat, he finally could not hold it anymore and collapsed on the table. His consciousness was being roasted by the large amount of fire elements, and his consciousness was starting to blur.
"Hehe, kid, this is the first truth I'll teach you." Before he completely lost consciousness, Grim vaguely heard Ah Fu's coarse voice that was getting farther and farther away. "An apprentice must first eat, then you can fight! Remember it well! "
He couldn't remember what the other party had said after that. The fire elemental energy that exploded in his body was like boiling lava that flowed and drilled on its own. It surged through every vein and tendon in his body without a care in the world. The overly dense fire elements made his skin look fiery red. Grimm's skin felt hot to the touch, like a human furnace that was full of firepower.
These powerful fire elements were extremely suitable for human absorption. A large amount of them gathered and attacked every inch of Grimm's muscles, bones, and flesh. The fire elements kept fusing into Grimm's body, bathing his muscles, bones, and flesh in a gluttonous feast of fire elements.
Grimm was drunk! He was drunk from the fire elements!
… …
The next time Grim woke up, it was already 17 hours later.
The time was very precise, and there were no mistakes. This was the number calculated by the A.I. Chip.
When Grim woke up, he found himself sprawled out on a piece of felt, and the felt was placed in a small tent for a single person.
The moment he woke up, Grim felt like he was about to explode.
A feeling of fullness, which he had never experienced before, drowned most of his consciousness. Grim felt that his limbs were trembling, every bone and every piece of flesh was cheering, and they were all eager to give it a try. This was the first time he had eaten so much that he was so full that he couldn't wait to stand up and fight someone to vent the endless and violent power in his body.
"A.I. Chip, what's wrong with me? Why do I have such a strange feeling? " Grimm had always been a cool-headed person who was more rational than anything else. He was not used to this abnormal impulse today.
"Beep. It has been detected that all bodily functions of the host body have reached their current upper limit. There is also a large amount of bioactive elements that have yet to be completely absorbed in various parts of the body. The abnormal feeling of the host body stems from the stimulation of these bioactive elements. It is recommended that the host body immediately practice fire spells to absorb and volatilize these bioactive elements …"
F * ck, it turns out that my body's endurance is too low. I'm weak and can't handle the nourishment. I can't take it anymore because of that nourishing food!
Grim jumped up from the felt. He clenched his fist lightly, and he could feel an explosive force gathering in his arm, giving him the illusion that he had become a Physique Refinement Magus.
He opened the tent door and walked out. Only then did Grim realise that he was still in the training camp. However, he had been thrown from the wooden hut in the east to the tent in the west. With his sharp and agile senses, he could clearly sense that some of these tents were empty, while others were still sleeping or meditating inside.
It should be the morning of the second day, and many of the camp's elites were diligently practicing their spells at the edge of the spacious field. Seeing them skillfully and naturally performing sentence spellcasting, Grim could not help but be eager to give it a try.
Sentence spellcasting was actually an ability that matured spellcasters had.
When a spell reached a certain level of proficiency, acolytes could try to reduce or omit parts of the incantation, but still maintain the consistency of the spellcasting. The ultimate goal of this painstaking practice was to achieve the goal of instantaneous casting.
Some powerful Magi did not even need to chant tens or even hundreds of incantation syllables. Instead, they only needed to use a few short sentences to trigger the incantation.
However, in order to compress an incantation with hundreds of syllables to the point where it could be activated with five or six syllables, the spellcaster would need to work tirelessly over a long period of time, as well as some secret magic inheritance.
The reason why a Magus family was so important to an acolyte was because every Magus family would have their own unique magic inheritance. Only when one belonged to a family would one have the qualifications to enjoy the magic skills and methods passed down by countless Magi seniors. This would allow one's witchcraft path to become smoother and more convenient.
Otherwise, without the help of these ancient knowledge, one would have to rely on oneself for everything. Even if one had great talent in witchcraft, it would be a waste of precious time.
Take Grim for example. If he chanted more than a third of the syllables, he would have entered an irreversible witchcraft shaping process. Once this process was interrupted or he gave up, he would have to bear a certain degree of witchcraft backlash. On the other hand, the acolytes with the inheritance were like cheaters. They knew where to stop, how to stop halfway, and how to avoid the backlash.
Even if Grim practiced hard for dozens of years, he would not be able to figure this out.
This was the advantage of knowledge inheritance.
The acolytes with the ability to cast spells freely could practice witchcraft as they pleased. When the witchcraft was about to be activated, they could easily dispel it. Relying on this kind of repeated practice, their proficiency in witchcraft continued to increase.
One had to know that a sorcerer-apprentice only had so much spiritual force. If they didn't have the ability to cast spells or cast spells freely, they could only run back to sleep to recover their spiritual force after casting a dozen or so spells. They could not practice hundreds of times a day like now.
Therefore, the learning speed of acolytes with the inheritance was like the difference between heaven and earth compared to a wild child like Grim.
However, Grim did not have the time to be envious of them. Instead, he ran to the corner of the training ground and found a boulder to use as a target. He began to cast his newly solidified witchcraft, Flame Spear, over and over again.
Unlike the calm and serene spell-casting practice, Grimm's spell-casting practice was like a mad bombardment. Flaming spears that looked like burning javelins appeared in his hands as he chanted loudly. With a whoosh, they crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters and exploded on the boulder.
The swift and violent physical attacks, coupled with the explosive power of the Flame Burst, submerged the boulder in a sea of violent flames. The deafening explosions simply did not stop for a moment.
Normally, with Grim's 9 points of spiritual force, he would be able to cast 4 Flame Spears in a row without any problems. But today, for some reason, violent and ferocious fire origin force continuously surged out of his limbs and bones. His spiritual force seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
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