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Chapter 127
chapter 126 part 2
Gagaran's punch hit nothing but air, creating a visible shockwave. Seeing Tang Zheng easily dodge his attack, a hint of excitement appeared in his fierce white eyes.
It had been a long time since he'd met such an interesting opponent.
Despite being weaker than him, his opponent could not only injure him but also easily dodge his attacks.
Gagaran suppressed his excitement, a grin splitting his face to reveal sharp teeth. He looked at Tang Zheng and said without reservation, "I lose, human alchemist."
If his opponent were weak, Gagaran wouldn't have bothered interacting with him at all. But the brief exchange had made Gagaran realize that Tang Zheng was no weakling, but a strong individual who possessed mysterious magical techniques.
"Let's reintroduce ourselves. My name is Gagaran," he said heartily.
"Free Will Tang." Tang Zheng's body flickered, returning to its original size.
Thump!
Gagaran sat down cross-legged on the ground with a dull thud. "Then let's talk, Tang."
"Alright."
"But before that, you need to treat your injuries."
Tang Zheng's voice was calm as he pointed at the sword wound on Gagaran's chest, from which blood was still pouring. It seemed the recent violent movements had made the bleeding even faster.
Gagaran looked down at his chest, his white pupils contracting.
As a member of a race born with powerful regenerative abilities, injuries that would be fatal to a human were something he could normally recover from in a short time.
But now, this wound, which he considered minor, hadn't healed at all. Moreover, the amount of bleeding was clearly abnormal.
"You..."
Gagaran raised his head, opened his mouth, and paused.
At that moment, outside the noble courtyard, the various factions of the Imperial Capital who were waiting and watching the commotion looked at the closed main gate with some confusion.
They naturally knew why the "Warrior King," Gagaran, had appeared here. Logically, it shouldn't have taken this long.
Yet, until now, it had been completely quiet inside.
Time passed, bit by bit.
It was not until evening that Gagaran finally pushed open the heavy, ornate main gate and walked out of the noble courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the many confused onlookers outside.
"Hmph."
Gagaran let out a cold snort.
Ignoring the crowd, he solemnly closed the gate before leaving. Wherever his massive figure passed, countless pedestrians proactively cleared a path.
Expressions of astonishment appeared on the faces of many in the crowd.
Just from Gagaran's small action, these people immediately realized that something they didn't know about must have happened inside.
This piece of information was also delivered to the Blood Emperor at the earliest opportunity.
If it were any other matter, the Blood Emperor wouldn't have cared. But as a fan of the "Warrior King" Gagaran, and as it concerned a symbol of the Empire, the Blood Emperor immediately dispatched someone to have Osco from the Imperial Arena ask Gagaran what exactly had happened.
A mere alchemist managing to keep the "Warrior King" Gagaran there for such a long time was abnormal no matter how one looked at it.
Inside the luxurious grand hall, the Blood Emperor paced restlessly around the room, his slender fingers pressed to his chin, a pensive look on his face.
"A unique alchemical technique."
"Using a troll's blood to craft potions..."
The Blood Emperor, Jircniv, raised his head, his golden pupils flashing. "Could it be that his target from the very beginning was the 'Warrior King' Gagaran?"
"That doesn't seem to be it, either. This person is becoming more and more problematic."
Knock, knock.
A light knocking sound came from the door.
"Come in," Jircniv said without raising his head.
The aide cautiously pushed the door open and walked in.
"Speak."
"Osco made inquiries. The Warrior King said nothing, only that he has canceled all his matches for the next few days."
The air fell silent for a moment.
"Continue to have our people keep a close watch on that alchemist."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Late at night, in the Noble District courtyard, Tang Zheng looked at the moonlight obscured by dark clouds in the sky, smiled lightly, and said to the Lesser Soulhound beside him, "It's time for us to leave, too."
"Awoo," went the Lesser Soulhound.
Tang Zheng reached out his palm and tapped the Lesser Soulhound on the head. "Shrink."
The Lesser Soulhound's body shuddered, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank to the size of a normal puppy.
Tang Zheng then took a feather from some kind of bird out of his item box. Holding it in his hand, his body began to glow with a verdant green light.
"Wild Shape!"
Whoosh!
Tang Zheng's body twisted and contracted slightly, transforming into a large goshawk over a meter tall.
...
Skill: Wild Shape (I)
Cost: Transformation requires one corresponding material from a wild beast or monster. The material can only be used once.
Description: The transformed wild beast or monster cannot exceed the transformer's body size. After transforming, the user cannot use their pre-transformation abilities.
When the transformer's level exceeds that of the transformed beast or monster, the stats are calculated based on the level limit of the creature itself.
...
Tang Zheng shook his body slightly, still a little unaccustomed to the somewhat weak beast form.
He glanced at his status panel: Goshawk (Lv 8)
"The highest is only Level 8?"
A human voice came from the sharp hawk's beak.
With a powerful flap of its broad wings, Tang Zheng snatched up the shrunken Lesser Soulhound, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the night.
(end of chapter)
Gagaran's punch hit nothing but air, creating a visible shockwave. Seeing Tang Zheng easily dodge his attack, a hint of excitement appeared in his fierce white eyes.
It had been a long time since he'd met such an interesting opponent.
Despite being weaker than him, his opponent could not only injure him but also easily dodge his attacks.
Gagaran suppressed his excitement, a grin splitting his face to reveal sharp teeth. He looked at Tang Zheng and said without reservation, "I lose, human alchemist."
If his opponent were weak, Gagaran wouldn't have bothered interacting with him at all. But the brief exchange had made Gagaran realize that Tang Zheng was no weakling, but a strong individual who possessed mysterious magical techniques.
"Let's reintroduce ourselves. My name is Gagaran," he said heartily.
"Free Will Tang." Tang Zheng's body flickered, returning to its original size.
Thump!
Gagaran sat down cross-legged on the ground with a dull thud. "Then let's talk, Tang."
"Alright."
"But before that, you need to treat your injuries."
Tang Zheng's voice was calm as he pointed at the sword wound on Gagaran's chest, from which blood was still pouring. It seemed the recent violent movements had made the bleeding even faster.
Gagaran looked down at his chest, his white pupils contracting.
As a member of a race born with powerful regenerative abilities, injuries that would be fatal to a human were something he could normally recover from in a short time.
But now, this wound, which he considered minor, hadn't healed at all. Moreover, the amount of bleeding was clearly abnormal.
"You..."
Gagaran raised his head, opened his mouth, and paused.
At that moment, outside the noble courtyard, the various factions of the Imperial Capital who were waiting and watching the commotion looked at the closed main gate with some confusion.
They naturally knew why the "Warrior King," Gagaran, had appeared here. Logically, it shouldn't have taken this long.
Yet, until now, it had been completely quiet inside.
Time passed, bit by bit.
It was not until evening that Gagaran finally pushed open the heavy, ornate main gate and walked out of the noble courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the many confused onlookers outside.
"Hmph."
Gagaran let out a cold snort.
Ignoring the crowd, he solemnly closed the gate before leaving. Wherever his massive figure passed, countless pedestrians proactively cleared a path.
Expressions of astonishment appeared on the faces of many in the crowd.
Just from Gagaran's small action, these people immediately realized that something they didn't know about must have happened inside.
This piece of information was also delivered to the Blood Emperor at the earliest opportunity.
If it were any other matter, the Blood Emperor wouldn't have cared. But as a fan of the "Warrior King" Gagaran, and as it concerned a symbol of the Empire, the Blood Emperor immediately dispatched someone to have Osco from the Imperial Arena ask Gagaran what exactly had happened.
A mere alchemist managing to keep the "Warrior King" Gagaran there for such a long time was abnormal no matter how one looked at it.
Inside the luxurious grand hall, the Blood Emperor paced restlessly around the room, his slender fingers pressed to his chin, a pensive look on his face.
"A unique alchemical technique."
"Using a troll's blood to craft potions..."
The Blood Emperor, Jircniv, raised his head, his golden pupils flashing. "Could it be that his target from the very beginning was the 'Warrior King' Gagaran?"
"That doesn't seem to be it, either. This person is becoming more and more problematic."
Knock, knock.
A light knocking sound came from the door.
"Come in," Jircniv said without raising his head.
The aide cautiously pushed the door open and walked in.
"Speak."
"Osco made inquiries. The Warrior King said nothing, only that he has canceled all his matches for the next few days."
The air fell silent for a moment.
"Continue to have our people keep a close watch on that alchemist."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Late at night, in the Noble District courtyard, Tang Zheng looked at the moonlight obscured by dark clouds in the sky, smiled lightly, and said to the Lesser Soulhound beside him, "It's time for us to leave, too."
"Awoo," went the Lesser Soulhound.
Tang Zheng reached out his palm and tapped the Lesser Soulhound on the head. "Shrink."
The Lesser Soulhound's body shuddered, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank to the size of a normal puppy.
Tang Zheng then took a feather from some kind of bird out of his item box. Holding it in his hand, his body began to glow with a verdant green light.
"Wild Shape!"
Whoosh!
Tang Zheng's body twisted and contracted slightly, transforming into a large goshawk over a meter tall.
...
Skill: Wild Shape (I)
Cost: Transformation requires one corresponding material from a wild beast or monster. The material can only be used once.
Description: The transformed wild beast or monster cannot exceed the transformer's body size. After transforming, the user cannot use their pre-transformation abilities.
When the transformer's level exceeds that of the transformed beast or monster, the stats are calculated based on the level limit of the creature itself.
...
Tang Zheng shook his body slightly, still a little unaccustomed to the somewhat weak beast form.
He glanced at his status panel: Goshawk (Lv 8)
"The highest is only Level 8?"
A human voice came from the sharp hawk's beak.
With a powerful flap of its broad wings, Tang Zheng snatched up the shrunken Lesser Soulhound, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the night.
(end of chapter)
